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by Brenda Novak


  Ignoring the fatigue that overwhelmed her, she began to pick her way through the rocks and trees as quietly as possible, moving in the direction from which they’d come. That dirt road had to lead somewhere. She planned to follow it as much as possible.

  He’d been pretty out of it since they’d left the motel, but he seemed to be moving in the same direction she was. “Claire! Your mother’s in the car. She wants you to come back.”

  God, help me get out of here. She saw no way to make it. Any real exertion would require water, or she’d become dehydrated and unable to think clearly herself. As cold as it was at night, it could get very warm during the day, which meant she’d sweat, and that would compound the problem. But staying here and hoping help would come to her wasn’t an option. She couldn’t trust Jeremy, couldn’t even guess what he might do if he caught her. He’d been acting so bizarre; in the past hour he’d even started firing his gun. She didn’t know if he was trying to hit her, or some imagined zombie, or simply dispel his frustration, but it scared her…?.

  Knowing it could take hours to get anywhere—she had no idea how many miles they’d driven or what, if anything, was in the area—she forced herself to pick up the pace. She didn’t want to spend another night in the forest, even without Jeremy.

  She walked for what seemed like hours. After a while, she could no longer hear him. He’d fired off a shot fifteen minutes or so earlier, but that was it.

  She heard other noises—scurrying, scuffling, rustling, a crack, an odd echo—and couldn’t tell if she should worry that he might jump out from behind one of the trees.

  Where had he gone? What was he doing? Had he given up? Was he letting her go? Or was he still following her?

  She knew she should strike out, deeper into the forest. Staying so close to the road risked letting him catch her, but she couldn’t abandon the only lifeline she had. Her feet hurt too badly. She was almost ready to crawl just to give them a break—

  A twig snapped. Very close. And it sounded as if something large had broken it.

  She froze as she tried to figure out if she had fresh cause for alarm. She listened but couldn’t hear anything except the caw of a bird. And when she turned to look behind her, she couldn’t see anything except pine tree after pine tree and the dappled sunshine that filtered through the branches.

  Was it Jeremy? Was he close? If not, where had he gone? And why had he stopped screaming for her?

  It didn’t matter. Once she was safe, she’d send someone back.

  Keep moving, she told herself.

  She took a step before looking up and ran smack into the barrel of a gun. There was a man holding it, and he didn’t seem pleased.

  “What are you doing, wandering around my property? And what have you been firing at?”

  He was tall, wiry and approaching fifty, but she’d been so sure it was Jeremy, Claire sagged to her knees.

  “Are you all right?” Realizing she didn’t even have shoes, let alone a gun, he lowered his weapon.

  “I need help,” she whispered, and he offered her his hand.

  Her feet cleaned and bandaged, Claire had a blanket around her shoulders and a hot cup of coffee in her hands as she sat in the sheriff’s office in Libby. Isaac sat next to her, his expression grim. Myles, behind his desk, didn’t look much happier. They’d just received the news that Jeremy had been found by the son of the man who’d helped her—but he hadn’t been found alive. That last shot she’d heard had been the one he’d put through his own brain.

  Claire felt bad about that. It made her wonder if all those other shots had been Jeremy preparing to end his own torment. She couldn’t help thinking that if she’d stayed with him, she might’ve been able to calm him enough to save his life—and survive. But it was those gunshots that had brought help, and he might not have fired them if she hadn’t run away. They could still be sitting there together, in his old Impala, going hungry and talking about zombies. The ranch on which they’d inadvertently trespassed was so large the owners themselves admitted they probably wouldn’t have come across that car for days.

  Or maybe, as Isaac had pointed out, if she’d stayed, he would’ve put a bullet in both of them. It was a chance she couldn’t have taken, even if she had to do it over again. Both Myles and Isaac agreed on that.

  “Maybe what he did is for the best,” Isaac said, taking her hand.

  “The best?” she repeated, a little shocked.

  “I can’t imagine him being happy anywhere except Pineview, can you?”

  She shook her head. She couldn’t imagine any of them being happy anywhere except Pineview—even her, and she’d wanted to leave for so long.

  “No,” Myles said. “And the law wouldn’t have allowed him to stay. For obvious reasons.”

  Because he was a danger—not that he’d ever meant to be. That was the sad part.

  Isaac had told her what Les had said. He’d also told her about the suitcase he’d found in the crawl space of Jeremy’s house, and what was in it. “So you think it’s true?” she asked. “You think Jeremy killed my mother?”

  “I do,” Myles said. “It checks out.”

  “We all thought Don didn’t love Jeremy. But he loved him enough to kill for him—to have David killed.”

  “Don knew what would happen to Jeremy if the truth ever came out.”

  Claire adjusted her blanket. “So Tug and Roni, they had nothing to do with it?”

  “No. Tug gave Don the money, but he thought he was lending it to save the house from foreclosure. Don was supposed to be working it off, but he didn’t follow through.”

  “What was he supposed to do?” she asked.

  “A lot of things. Most recently he was supposed to help Joe and his brother remove some trees from the old Bentmore property.”

  “That’s why he was with Joe!”

  Myles nodded. “Tug thought providing Don with a purpose might help him regain control of his life, which would help Jeremy, too.”

  Claire sipped her coffee. “Jeremy told me where his father’s buried.”

  “Is it under the house?” Isaac asked.

  She nodded. “You knew that, too?”

  “I saw what I thought might be his grave.”

  “We’re on it,” Myles said.

  “Do the doctors know whether or not Les is going to survive?” Claire asked.

  “He’s in intensive care, but they’ve already removed the bullet. His prognosis is good.”

  “So he’ll stand trial.”

  “You bet he will,” Myles said. “For killing David. For killing Rusty. For arson. And probably for killing the man who died in his office. I received a message just a few minutes ago that the police in Coeur d’Alene have found evidence of at least five calls between that man’s business partner and Les Weaver.”

  “Let me guess. The partner was after his life insurance,” Isaac said, and Myles nodded.

  “I’m glad they discovered that.” The dead man’s wife deserved justice and answers just as much as Claire had deserved justice and answers. “So is Les the one who trashed my house?”

  “We don’t think so. We’re pretty sure it was Don.”

  Claire frowned into her coffee. “But why would Don destroy all my pictures of David, when he’d already killed him? Wasn’t that enough to take from me?”

  “We may never know the answer,” Myles replied. “I’m guessing he blamed David for forcing his hand. It wasn’t as if Don was a killer at heart, any more than Jeremy was. He just felt he had no choice. He was acting to protect his son. I’m even wondering if Don might’ve been the person who followed you to your mother’s studio.”

  “No.” Claire shook her head. “That was Jeremy. He admitted it.”

  “Then how did Don know you had the files?”

  “We weren’t keeping it a secret. Leanne knew. My father and Roni did, too. Tug might’ve mentioned it to Don when they spoke about the tree work.”

  “Let’s take you home,” Isaac said. “Y
ou need some rest. And then we have to start shopping.”

  That last part took Claire by surprise. “Did you say shopping?”

  “I need to replace all the things I lost in the fire. You need to replace what was broken. We’ll make your house comfortable while we rebuild mine, then we’ll decide where we want to live.”

  “We?” She waited for the resistance she’d experienced earlier that had made her hesitant to accept Isaac into David’s house, but it was gone. Instead, she felt as though David was standing in the room, nodding his encouragement, relieved that she was finally happy again. “Together?”

  Isaac’s mouth twisted into a crooked grin. “Isn’t that what married people do?”

  She was feeling better already. “I think a big diamond ring comes first,” she teased.

  He winked at her. “Like I said, we have to go shopping.”

  Myles had been watching them with a half smile. She could tell he was warming up to Isaac. Her friends just needed to know his intentions were honorable, and he was proving that now. “I think I’m getting my second wind.”

  They started to laugh but a noise at the door interrupted. Claire looked around Isaac to see Tug and Roni come rushing in, flustered and worried.

  “Claire!” Roni cried.

  “I’m so glad you’re okay, honey,” Tug said.

  Claire let Isaac take her cup as she hugged her stepmother, then fell into her stepfather’s arms. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you,” she said. “I love you. I love you both.”

  ISBN: 978-1-4592-1519-1

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