Shadow of Doubt Omnibus
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“Hello, darlin’,” he said, stopping on the bottom porch step. “You’re a hard woman to find, Willa St. Clair.”
She tried to swallow the lump in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. “Landry, what—” That’s all she got out before he was up the steps and she was in his arms.
“I love you, Willa St. Clair,” he said, and then he was kissing her.
Behind her she heard the screen door creak open. “This must be Landry Jones,” she heard her mother say. “I’ll set another plate.” The screen door closed with another creak.
Landry pulled back from the kiss and grinned at her. “I already like your mother,” he whispered. “But then I adore her daughter.”
Her heart leaped.
Landry turned serious. “I quit my job. I’ve got some money saved, though. But at this moment, I have no plans for the future.” He grinned again. “Except one.”
Willa held her breath and thought about the painting on her easel inside the house. She hadn’t painted since she left Cape Diablo. Until this morning.
On her easel now was a painting of a two-story white house, a tire swing in the big tree next to it, an assortment of toys scattered across the green lawn. There were red-and-white gingham curtains at the kitchen window and a man and woman sitting together on the front porch swing. They were faceless, the painting not yet finished.
“Willa,” Landry said, and swallowed.
She’d never seen him nervous before.
“I know the timing is awful. Why would you want to marry a former undercover cop, let alone one who is jobless and isn’t even sure what he’s going to do now?”
“Landry,” she said, smiling up into his wonderfully handsome face. “Is there something you wanted to ask me?”
He laughed. “Oh, yeah, darlin’. Would you consider being my wife? I love you. I need you. I don’t care what tomorrow brings as long as I’m with you.” He dropped to one knee. “Marry me, Willa St. Clair.”
She laughed as she cupped his face in her hands and leaned down to kiss that amazing mouth.
“Was that a yes?” he asked as she pulled back from the kiss.
“No,” she said as she drew him to his feet, wrapped her arms around his neck and started to kiss him again. “This, my love, is a yes.”
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CHAPTER ONE
Ghostlike, the woman stumbled out of the dark night and into the glare of his headlights. The tattered bedsheet wrapped around her fluttered in the breeze along with the duct tape that dangled from her wrists and one ankle.
He saw her look up as if she hadn’t heard his pickup bearing down on her until the last moment. The night breeze lifted wisps of her dark hair from an ashen face as she turned her vacant gaze on him an instant before he slammed on his brakes.
The air filled with the smell and squeal of tires burning on the dark pavement as the pickup came to a shuddering halt. He sat for a moment, gripping the wheel and staring in horror into the glow of his headlights and seeing…nothing. Nothing but the empty street ahead just blocks from his apartment.
He threw the truck into Park and jumped out, convinced, even though he hadn’t felt or heard a thud, that he’d hit her and that he’d find her lying bleeding on the pavement. How could he have missed her?
If there’d been a woman at all.
In those few seconds, leaving the driver’s side door gaping open, the engine running, he was terrified of what he would find—and even more terrified of what he wouldn’t.
Could he have just imagined the woman in his headlights? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had a waking nightmare since he’d come home to recuperate. He felt the cold breeze in his face even though it was June in Montana. The temperature at night dropped this time of year, the mountains still snowcapped. He shivered as he rounded the front of the truck and stopped dead.
His heart dropped to his boots.
The pavement was empty.
His pulse thundered in his ears.
I am losing my mind. I hallucinated the woman.
For months, he’d assured himself he was fine. Except for the nightmares that plagued him, something he’d done his best to keep from his family since returning to Cardwell Ranch.
Doubt sent a stab of alarm through him that made him weak with worry. He leaned against the front of the pickup. Why would he imagine such an image? What was wrong with him? He’d seen her. He’d seen every detail.
He really was losing his mind.
As he glanced around the empty street, he suddenly felt frighteningly all alone as if he was the last person left alive on the earth. This late at night, the new businesses were dark in this neighborhood, some still under construction. The ones that were opened closed early, making the area a ghost town at night. It was one reason he’d taken the apartment over one of the new shops. He’d told his folks that he moved off the ranch for the peace and quiet. He didn’t want them knowing that his nightmares hadn’t stopped. They were getting worse.
A groan from the darkness made him jump. His heart pounded in his throat as he turned to stare into the blackness beyond the edge of the street. The sound definitely hadn’t been his imagination. The night was so dark he couldn’t see anything after the pavement ended. The sidewalks hadn’t been poured yet, some of the streets not yet paved. He heard another sound that appeared to be coming from down the narrow alley between two buildings under construction.
He quickly stepped back to the driver’s side of his pickup and grabbed his flashlight. Walking through the glow of his headlights, he headed into the darkness beyond the street. The narrow beam of light skittered to the edge of the pavement and froze on a spot of blood.
Deeper into the dirt alley, the beam came to rest on the woman as she tried to crawl away. She clawed at the ground, clearly exhausted, clearly terrified, before collapsing halfway down the alley.
She wasn’t an apparition. And she was alive! He rushed to her. Her forehead was bleeding from a small cut, and her hands and knees were scraped from crawling across the rough pavement and then the dirt to escape. In the flashlight’s glow, he saw that her face was bruised from injuries she’d suffered before tonight. From what he could tell, his pickup hadn’t hit her.
But there was no doubt that she was terrified. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of him. A high-pitched keening sound filled the air and she kicked at him and stumbled to her feet. He could see that she was exhausted because she hadn’t taken more than few steps when she dropped to her knees and tried to crawl away again.
She was shivering uncontrollably in the tattered sheet wrapped around her. He caught up to her, took off his jacket and put it over her, fearing she was suffering from hypothermia. He could see that her wrists and ankles were chafed where she’d been bound with the duct tape. She was barefoot and naked except for the soiled white sheet she was wrapped in.
“It’s all right,” he said as he pulled out his cell phone to call for help. “You’re all right now. I’m going to get help.” She lay breathing hard, collapsed in the dirt. “Can you tell me who did this to you? Miss, can you hear me?” he asked, leaning closer to make sure she was still breathing. Her pale eyes flew open, startling him as much as the high-pitched scream that erupted from her.
As the 911 operator came on the line, he had to yell to be heard over the woman’s shrieks. “This is Deputy Marshal Brick Savage,” he said as he gave the address, asking for assistance and an ambulance ASAP.
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