Intrigue Books 1-6

by Delores Fossen, Rachel Lee, Carol Ericson, Tyler Anne Snell, Rita Herron

  The love of a parent for a child.

  The same love Remi already felt for hers.

  She nodded.

  And then, in the simplest of terms, she told her father the news she should have already told him.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  Gale Hudson took all of two seconds to respond.

  “Shoot to kill, baby girl.”

  Remi wanted to say more, to do more, but an awful sound cut off any conversation.

  Wood splintered. A thud sounded.

  Then a man spoke. Followed by another.

  “We know you’re in there,” he yelled.

  It wasn’t her brothers.

  Which meant Lydia wasn’t alone.

  Which meant Remi was supposed to abandon her father.

  The doorknob shook.

  Her father touched her stomach. Blood transferred to her shirt, but he got his point across with it.

  He was trying to protect her.

  And it was her turn to do the same for her child.

  Remi looked at her father one last time and then slid the window up. She was up and out of it within a breath. Her shoes hit the roof that hung over the wraparound porch. The backyard was, at a glance, empty. No one shot at her. No one yelled.

  She ran.

  Josh’s room was at the corner of the house. Attached to the overhang outside of his window was a thick lattice their mother had built herself. She’d wanted it for decoration. Her children had used it to sneak out of the house.

  Now her daughter was using it to escape.

  Why was Lydia there for her?

  Who were the men?

  Were there more?

  Remi didn’t have any answers. She knew only that she didn’t want to find them by letting Lydia get ahold of her or her brothers. Sibling protectiveness combined with maternal protectiveness drove Remi’s hands and feet as she got to the edge of the roof outside of Josh’s room and onto the top of the lattice.

  She slipped twice as she tried to find footholds not completely covered in vines, then dropped the last two feet to the ground. Pain radiated up her shins but she didn’t stop.

  Hudson Heartland had several stables. Some were at the front of the acreage, others were tucked toward the back. The stable they had been taught to go to if there was ever a fire, break-in or other disaster in the main house was a faded red barn a hundred yards or so from the back porch. It had housed Heartland’s personal horses and had never been used by clients.

  It also had a landline.

  Remi ran full tilt toward it, knowing if anyone was on the roof or in the bathroom looking out, they’d see her. If anyone came after them they could just keep running until they made it to the woods.

  The Hudson children knew the ranch.

  She doubted Lydia and whoever was with her could claim the same.

  At least, that was her hope as she struggled to breathe while running away from the house.

  From her father.

  Remi ignored the ache in her heart.

  She had to protect her brothers.

  She had to protect her baby.

  * * *

  “LYDIA CARTWRIGHT DIDN’T exist until five years ago.”

  Declan should have felt something at hearing the words out loud, but a part of him was going on autopilot. A routine created out of necessity for being sheriff. A detached acceptance of what he was learning. A bridge between throwing his hands in the air with anger and confusion and complete silence. An in-between where he could stay for a while until he figured out how he needed to, as sheriff, react to whatever news he received.

  Caleb ran a hand through his dark hair and then hung his hand on the detective’s badge on a chain around his neck. Jazz was sitting in the chair he was hovering over while both looked at the computer screen.

  “Why do you say that?”

  Caleb touched the computer screen, but Declan couldn’t see what they were looking at.

  “First of all, that’s when all of her social media accounts popped up,” he answered. “Secondly, that’s also when her car was registered and she moved into an apartment in Kilwin...” He slid his finger across the screen. Jazz pulled it off the glass as if she’d done it countless times in their partnership. It didn’t stop Declan’s brother from continuing his explanation. “All within the span of a week. Before that there seems to be no trace of her. At least not on the internet or through the databases we have access to.”

  “But just because she isn’t showing up on either doesn’t mean Lydia didn’t exist before then.” Declan had to be the devil’s advocate. Caleb looked up. His eyes were just as blue as Madi’s and Des’s.

  “And yet you still think something’s off with her,” Caleb guessed.

  Declan eyed the desks around them. A few deputies were in, their heads bent over paperwork. There wasn’t any use in lying to his brother. Or Jazz, for that matter. They both were sharp as tacks when it came to reading someone. Even sharper when it came to their family and friends.

  “I think Cooper Mann is telling the truth,” he admitted. “I think Lydia either initiated the attack or carried it out against herself.”

  Caleb cringed. Jazz’s sour expression wasn’t too far off.

  “Victim blaming is an absolute nonstarter, you know that, right?” Caleb pointed out. Declan didn’t need the no-brainer statement. But, in this instance, his gut was starting to kick up a fuss.

  Declan lowered his voice, leaning in so only they could hear him for sure.

  “Which is why I want to be certain we check her out. If I’m wrong, then we’ve helped her case by shutting down any opposing argument Cooper’s lawyer could put up in court. And if I’m right?” He shook his head. “Then we might start getting some answers around here. Some answers we desperately need.”

  Caleb kept his stare for a moment before sharing a look with Jazz. Declan remembered the first case they’d worked together as partners. Oil and water. Now? They could communicate in looks alone if they had to.

  The look they shared must have been an agreement.

  Both nodded.

  “So what do you want to do?” Caleb asked. “Want us to go talk to her?”

  “What’s her last known address? She said she lived in Overlook when we spoke in the hospital.”

  Jazz went back into the computer. It wasn’t long before she had an answer. All three recognized the location. They’d passed that house countless times in the last year or so since Desmond’s wife, Riley, used to live in the neighborhood with her twin and her son. Jenna and Hartley still resided in the house but Lydia’s address, if memory served, was more toward the front of Willows Way.

  Declan had to remind himself that just because he’d grown up in Overlook didn’t mean he knew everyone who lived there, especially those who weren’t longtime locals.

  “Okay, let’s divide and conquer on this.” Declan looked at Jazz. “Keep digging here and see if you can find her employer. If you do, give them a call and feel them out about her. Caleb, I want you to go to Cooper’s house.” Declan pulled a key out of his pocket. That earned a questioning look from both detectives. “Cooper gave me permission. He lives alone and in an apartment over where Delores stays. The number is on the key.” He tossed him the key. Caleb caught it with ease. “See if you can’t find something that helps us see if he’s innocent or if he’s playing us.”

  “And you?”

  “I’ll head over to Lydia’s house to see if anything jumps out at me.”

  “I’m assuming you don’t have a key to that one?”

  “I don’t.”

  Caleb and Jazz shared another look with each other and didn’t comment out loud on whatever conclusion they’d reached. Instead, they all went about their tasks immediately.

  Declan looked at his phone before jumping into Fiona.<
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  No missed calls or texts from his chief deputy, Cussler. Which meant no news or leads on the two men and woman who had been a scourge against Main Street.

  That should have concerned him more than the other nagging thought prickling at the back of his mind.

  There were also no missed calls or texts from Remi.

  He’d gone years without any contact whatsoever.

  Yet, there he was. Thinking about her. Wondering what she was doing now. Craving more contact.

  He knew her car was gone from his house and she was probably back at Heartland. Usually knowing that much would have been enough. Now he found his thoughts circling the woman.

  Declan pulled her number up on his phone. He nearly called it right then and there. Then he tossed the cell onto the seat next to him and started toward the neighborhood of Willows Way.

  The best thing he could do was rein in the chaos and sift through it until he could make his home, his county and the people within it safe.

  If he couldn’t do that?

  Then what good could he ever be for his child?

  Chapter Fourteen

  The house was nice. One story. Brick. A ranch-style. There was a small front porch and a welcome mat on the concrete. The gardens on either side of it were well-kept, as were the yard and exterior of the house.

  The neighbors were more than a stone’s throw away, and no one appeared to be home in at least three of the houses.

  It looked like a normal scene. A single woman who lived alone in a nice house in a nice neighborhood in a nice town.

  Yet, after Declan knocked on the front door several times, he couldn’t stop his gut from being loud again.

  He’d met liars. He’d met scum.

  He’d dealt with con artists, thieves, killers and men and women who wanted to watch the world burn.

  He knew clever people who had lit the metaphorical or—on occasion—real match and the hapless idiots who believed they needed to be the ones to put that flame right where it needed to go.

  Declan had met a lot of people, and only after a career of meeting those people did he think he was a good enough judge of character. Still, he knew he could be wrong. No man, woman or child could escape that human flaw.

  Being wrong was what made being right feel so good.

  It gave you a goal.

  It gave you a purpose.

  It made Declan know, logically, that he might be wrong about Cooper Mann.

  The only thing that stopped that thought from really taking root was another fact he knew to be true.

  Cooper Mann wasn’t that smart.

  As his mother would say, bless his heart, but Cooper wasn’t burdened with an abundance of common sense.

  There was no way that that boy could try to fool someone into believing he hadn’t done what he had.

  No, what had Declan believing him had to do with something he’d seen. Or, really, hadn’t.

  Cooper wasn’t trying to hide a single thing.

  He was just trying to get someone to believe him.

  He wasn’t clever enough to do anything else.

  Declan didn’t get back into his truck when no one answered the door. He moved to the living room windows and peered inside. The wooden slats of the blinds were open and through them he could see a standard living room setup. Couches, a TV, art on the wall, and a pair of tennis shoes next to the coffee table.

  Declan kept moving. He left the front porch and rounded the side of the house next to the driveway. The house was flush with the ground and gave him easy access to look into each of the rooms along the exterior wall.

  Easy access to try to look into each of the rooms.

  Blinds were closed tightly over each window. The other side of the house was the same. Declan doubled back to the back porch. There were no blinds over the only window. He looked through it to a small, tidy kitchen.

  Then he did something he shouldn’t have.

  He tried the back door.

  When the knob turned without resistance, he expanded on what he shouldn’t have been doing.

  There were no beeps of an alarm or gasps of surprised houseguests. There was also no heat or air-conditioning. The smell of disuse was as prevalent as the chill. Although Declan didn’t believe anyone was in the house, still his hand went to the butt of the service weapon at his hip. He moved past the kitchen and took the first right he could, gut as quiet as the silence around him. He opened the first door he came to.

  Then he moved to the next closed door and opened it. He went across the house to the last bedroom. And, just to be thorough, he checked the bathroom and moved to the kitchen and peeked at cupboards and drawers.

  Declan cussed. Loud and true.

  Empty.

  The bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen.

  He didn’t know what was going on, but Declan would bet his badge that no one lived in the house.

  Which meant Lydia had lied.

  * * *

  THE BARN WASN’T cold. Remi assumed they’d had the heaters running early that morning and the closed doors had kept in the warmth for the horses. There were two of them in the stables. Diamond Duke, a bay-and-white tobiano-patterned Tennessee walker who belonged to Josh, and Raphael, a chestnut Tennessee walker who belonged to Jonah.

  Remi didn’t know them like she had her horse, Jackson, growing up, but seeing the beautiful horses in their stalls made her feel better. For a moment it was just like any other normal day on Heartland.

  Just as the thought took root, it was torn away from her.

  A hand slapped around Remi’s mouth as someone grabbed her arm.

  Her grip had tightened around the revolver, ready to listen to her father’s directive, when Jonah’s voice floated next to her ear.

  “One of them is around here somewhere,” he whispered. “Keep quiet.”

  He moved his hand and, once again, Remi was led from out in the open to somewhere more hidden. This time instead of a bedroom, Jonah led her into Diamond Duke’s stall. The horse watched with little interest as they came inside and closed the door behind them. Then again, his favorite human was leaning against him, hand running over his pristine coat.

  Relief at seeing that Josh and Jonah were unhurt was, once again, short-lived.

  “Are you okay?” Jonah asked, turning her enough to look her up and down. His eyes widened at the blood. Their father’s blood.

  She nodded. Josh met her eye.

  Jonah touched the blood on her shirt, looking for a wound. When he didn’t find it he came to the same conclusion their brother already had. She could see it in both of their faces. Still, Josh voiced the question.

  “Where’s Dad?”

  Remi knew this was the moment that could change everything. This was the moment she could do one of two things. She could let the unknown and the sorrow and the blood soaking through her father’s shirt consume her. She could break down right then and there and let her brothers take over. Give them the gun, let them show her how they were both capable adults now and could handle themselves.

  Or, she could woman up. Keep her father’s promise and, instead of leaving Jonah and Josh to figure out how to get them all to safety, she could help. Show them that leaving the ranch didn’t mean she’d retired the cowgirl.

  “He made me leave him,” she answered, no waver in her voice. It hardened like water being thrown into the freezing wind.

  “He made you—” Josh started to repeat.

  Remi didn’t have time for it.

  “He made me promise that we’d stay safe and that’s what we’re going to do,” she steamrollered ahead. Remi looked to Jonah. Pain pinched his expression, though she knew it had nothing to do with anything physical. “Did you use the landline and call for help?”

  He nodded, but then a different emotion momentarily took over h
is face.

  “It didn’t work. Not even a dial tone.”

  “And I’m assuming neither one of you have your cell phones.”

  It wasn’t a question. Whereas most people around their ages were glued to their smartphones, Josh and Jonah were much like their father. There was no reason to have a phone out with the horses or while doing chores. Their father had preached that until it became second nature to not take their phones out of the house unless they were going to town. Even then Remi knew the chance of leaving the phones at the house was still great. The only reason she had bucked the anti-phone sentiment was because she’d stopped living on the ranch. Worrying about dropping her phone in horse droppings or having it crushed by a tractor hadn’t been an issue in college or Nashville. Definitely not at her job as an accountant.

  Which made the fact that the one time she actually needed it and didn’t have it that much more frustrating.

  “They’re in the living room,” Jonah answered. “Once the shooting started we had to bolt back into the kitchen and then out the back door.”

  “You said there’s someone around here?” she asked, her mind building up a new plan.

  “Right after we got in here we saw two men walking the backyard.” Josh eyed the revolver in her hand. “They had guns.”

  “Two men were upstairs. Dad told me not to shoot if there was more than one. So five against three, including Lydia.”

  Jonah flinched at the name.

  “Why is this even happening? Why is she here? Did I do this somehow? Is she here because of me? I don’t understand!”

  “Me.” Her brothers’ eyebrows rose in tandem. “Before Lydia attacked she said she was here for me.”

  “But why?” The question was barely out of Josh’s mouth before Jonah’s eyes widened even more. He looked at Remi, and she knew he’d stumbled onto the same theory she’d already been working on in the back of her mind.

  One that made her stomach drop and blood boil at the same time.

  “Is it because you’re pregnant with the sheriff’s baby?” Jonah asked. “She could have heard you tell me in the hospital.”

  “It’s a long-shot guess but that’s all I can figure. He’s the only one of us who does anything that might catch this kind of heat.”