Mark finally stretched out in his sleeping bag next to Traci who had already burrowed into her bag. She was the only one in the group smiling and he was grateful she was enjoying herself. On her other side was Cindy and Jeremiah’s sleeping bag was next, although the rabbi was nowhere to be seen. As he heard Cindy and Traci whispering together Mark felt himself began to drift off to sleep.
He didn’t know how long he had been out, but the camp was quiet when a strong hand on his shoulder shook him awake. It was Jeremiah, still fully dressed. He put a finger to his lips indicating silence and gestured for Mark to follow him.
Mark got up and followed quietly until they were well out of earshot of the rest. Finally Jeremiah stopped and turned to look at him.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I wanted a chance to talk when I knew there were no cameras around,” Jeremiah said.
“Fair enough, but about what? What are we doing out here?” Mark asked.
“I managed to get a look at Cindy’s saddle. The leather didn’t look rotted to me.”
“You think someone saddled the horse wrong or missed seeing frayed edges, some sort of negligence?” Mark asked.
Jeremiah shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
Mark paled. “Why, why would anyone do that to Cindy? I mean, sure, it’s going to make great television, but I have a hard time believing Kyle would risk his sister getting hurt just to add some drama. He’s a jerk, but not that much of a jerk.”
Jeremiah shook his head. “Kyle was supposed to be riding the horse, not Cindy. They switched at the last minute.”
Mark frowned. “What are you saying?”
Jeremiah took a deep breath, realizing that once the words were out there was no taking them back. “I think someone tried to kill Kyle.”
5
Mark stared hard at Jeremiah. “You’re sure?”
“Not one-hundred percent, but worried enough to talk to you about it.”
“That’s good enough for me,” Mark said, licking his lips. “You think that what happened to that cameraman back at the cabin wasn’t an accident?”
“You tell me,” Jeremiah said quietly.
Mark’s mind raced. “He was roughly the same height and size as Kyle, and if I remember correctly their bunks were next to each other.”
“You think in the dark someone mistook him, slammed his head into that sink?” Jeremiah asked.
Mark swore under his breath. “I hope for all our sake’s you’re wrong.” In his gut, though, he felt that Jeremiah was on to something. He glanced back over his shoulder. “Should we warn Kyle?”
“It would be the logical thing to do. Except...”
“Except what?” Mark asked when Jeremiah didn’t finish his thought.
“I’m not sure it would make much of a difference. I don’t think he’d cancel this cattle drive. If anything it might just make him act strange and alert whoever it is that we’re on to them.”
“Which means we’d never find the killer and there’d be no justice for the guy he already killed.”
“And, if he’s someone that has access to Kyle, he’ll just try again in a few weeks when no one’s watching out for him and he’s let his guard down.”
“We’ve gotten ourselves in the middle of a fine mess,” Mark snorted.
“Don’t we always?” Jeremiah said grimly.
Mark glanced over his shoulder again. “What about Traci and Cindy? We should warn them.”
“We should.”
There was a lack of conviction in Jeremiah’s voice that matched his own feeling. “Then they’ll be the jumpy ones instead of Kyle.”
“That is a risk,” Jeremiah said.
“Well, crap. What are we supposed to do?”
“Make sure one of us has eyes on Kyle the entire time?”
Mark nodded. The rabbi’s suggestion made perfect sense. He wished suddenly and intensely that he was a praying man. “Do me a favor, Samaritan,” he said, using the sarcastic nickname he had given Jeremiah ages ago.
“What?”
“Pray enough for both of us. Pray that we’re wrong about this whole thing.”
Cindy woke up and blinked up at the night sky. She couldn’t have been asleep very long, but it felt like the temperature had dropped considerably in that time. She rolled over and noticed that Jeremiah’s sleeping bag was empty. He was probably just getting a drink of water or something like that, but for some reason it made her uneasy. Maybe it was because of what had happened at the cabin the night before.
She propped herself up on one elbow and twisted her head so she could look around. Everywhere there was a sea of sleeping bags. Next to her Traci was sleeping with one hand flung over her eyes. On the other side of her, Mark’s sleeping bag was empty, too.
Cindy sat up, coming fully awake. One missing guy could be a trip to the bathroom. Two missing guys seemed like danger to her. She looked around, checking all the other sleeping bags she could see.
The moon was full and shining down brightly enough that she could count heads. Everyone else seemed to be accounted for except for the cowboy she knew was supposed to be taking the first shift watching the herd. Wherever Jeremiah and Mark had gone, though, they were out of sight.
She started to throw back her sleeping bag and the blanket she had over it and then hesitated. Where would she begin to look for them?
“Where do you think they’ve gone?” Traci whispered so suddenly that Cindy jumped and nearly screamed.
“Sorry,” Traci said.
“It’s okay,” Cindy whispered back. “I don’t know where they went.”
“They’ve been gone about ten minutes. I was starting to wonder what’s up.”
“Yeah, guys don’t go to the bathroom in groups,” Cindy muttered.
“But girls do.”
As if reading each other’s minds they both got up at the same time. Cindy winced, reaching for the walking stick Jeremiah had found for her after dinner. Her ankle was still sore even though the pain medication Zack had given her was pretty effective.
She hobbled slowly alongside Traci and they didn’t speak a word until they were out of earshot of the sleeping figures.
“Anyone who’s watching should think we’re just heading for the bathroom,” Traci said. “Actually, now that I’m up, that doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. I don’t want to have to go at like four in the morning.”
“Are you sure my brother won’t have us up at four in the morning anyway?” Cindy asked.
“He’s crazy. I’m hoping he’s not that crazy,” Traci said.
“So, where do you think the guys went?” Cindy asked, bringing them back to the topic at hand.
“Do you think they’re investigating the murder of the cameraman?” Traci asked, eyes widening.
“What? No, he wasn’t murdered,” Cindy said.
“Are you so sure?”
“Yes, why? Do you think he was murdered?”
Traci nodded. “The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced he must have been.”
That got Cindy’s attention. “Really, why?”
“Because even if something looks like an accident, if someone dies and you and Jeremiah are around, it wasn’t.”
Cindy fought the urge to laugh at the sheer preposterousness of the other woman’s reasoning. Then she realized Traci wasn’t smiling. She looked dead serious.
“There must be more to it than that,” Cindy said cautiously.
“No, just that, and a feeling I guess.”
“Feelings aren’t something to be ignored,” Cindy said. She’d learned that, if nothing else, through all her misadventures. “Okay, so who do you think killed him and why?”
“That’s what I want to figure out. You’re so good at this I was sure you’d have a theory already.”
Cindy shook her head. “To be honest, I was happy with the ‘just an accident’ theory. I’d like to live my life without getting sucked into any more of these situations.”
“You mean God keeps putting me in these situations for a reason?” Cindy mused.
Traci shrugged. “I don’t know anything about God, but I do know that you’ve been involved in too many of these things for it to be coincidence. I think God or fate or whatever wants you to get involved, lend a hand. I mean, who knows how many more people would have died over the last couple of years if you hadn’t been around helping to solve these things.”
“Don’t let your husband hear you say that.”
“Mark’s happy for the help, but he would never admit it.” She sighed. “I just wish you could help him figure out the whole mystery of who Paul really was.”
“I’ve heard a little about that,” Cindy admitted.
“It’s driving him crazy, to be honest. He’s become so obsessed with it it’s hard for him to focus on anything else.”
Cindy reached out and gave Traci a quick hug. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Thanks,” Traci said, pulling back after a moment. “But now, back to the task at hand, who do you think killed that guy?”
“I don’t know who might be trying to kill Kyle,” Jeremiah said to Mark.
The detective sighed. “Who wouldn’t want to kill him might be a better question. I know I’ve harbored murderous thoughts a couple times in the past day and I don’t even know the guy.”
Jeremiah bit back a chuckle.
“I have a feeling I’m not the only one,” Mark commented.
Jeremiah shook his head, but didn’t say anything.
“Shouldn’t you be on your best behavior, you know, given that he’s the first family member of Cindy’s that you’ve met?”
“What do you mean?” Jeremiah asked.
“Please, don’t give me that. It’s not quite meeting the parents, but it’s certainly a step in that direction.”
Jeremiah rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing going on between Cindy and me.”
“Whether there is or not isn’t the point. There should be and you know it and I know it. You can’t tell me you’re not the least little bit trepidatious about spending time with one of her relatives.
“She’s not very fond of her brother.”
“And you’re dodging the question. Whether she likes him or not doesn’t mean anything. You know he’s got to be sizing you up and that he’ll be reporting back to mom and dad about the guy she’s been spending all her time with.”
Jeremiah could feel his temper slipping. It didn’t help that Mark was right about that last part. He had worried about what Kyle might say to Cindy’s parents and whether or not they might object to her spending so much time with him. What made it worse was that he wasn’t sure whether or not Cindy would care what they thought. He wasn’t about to let Mark know he had struck a nerve, though.
“How about we get back to figuring out who’s trying to kill Kyle and worry about Cindy’s parents later,” he suggested.
“You do care, I knew it,” Mark said, a smug sound to his voice.
“What I care about is all of us making it through the next few days alive,” Jeremiah said.
“Okay, fine,” Mark said, sounding clearly disappointed. Apparently the detective would rather discuss Jeremiah’s love life than stop a killer. Maybe he was taking the whole vacation concept a little too far.
“So, despite how we all feel about Kyle, I think it’s safe to eliminate the four of us as potential suspects,” Jeremiah said.
Mark snorted. “Yeah, only worry from Traci is that she might hug him to death.”
Jeremiah bit back a sarcastic comment which would only lead Mark back onto the topic of relationships.
“The three cowboys weren’t bunking with us at the cabin when the cameraman was killed,” Jeremiah said instead.
“Yeah, what are their names again?” Mark asked.
“Zack is the doctor, Tex is the older one and Curly is the younger one,” Jeremiah said.
“Curly? Are you kidding me?”
“No, why?”
“Curly? Come on, the guy must have seen City Slickers one too many times as a kid and decided that Jack Palance was the god of all things cowboy.”
Jeremiah hadn’t seen the film in question. He had just assumed the nickname had to do with the young man’s extremely curly hair. He felt like he had done a pretty good job assimilating into American culture but every so often there were pop culture references he just did not get. It reminded him that he was an outsider, not really part of this world.
And unable to go back to his.
He shook his head. “So, unless one of them knew Kyle prior to this, I’m betting we can rule them out.”
“Someone could have hired one of them to go after him.”
“True, but I kind of doubt it.”
“Yes, because you’ve never met a hired killer before,” Mark said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Jeremiah stiffened slightly until he realized Mark was referencing the Green Pastures incident from Saint Patrick’s Day.
“One of them could have snuck into the cabin and they all had access to the saddle and could have cut the girth strap. Okay, so let’s not rule them out completely,” Jeremiah said.
“Done. So, moving on to the people Kyle brought with him, other than us, of course.”
“Hank and Norman arrived the next morning to replace Martin and the guy Aaron who left afterward.”
“I’d say we should be wondering if Aaron killed Martin but he was long gone by the time those horses were saddled up,” Mark said. “And, you’re right, Hank and Norman might have been able to do something to the saddle, but they weren’t even here when Martin got killed.”
“Still, they managed to get both of them here really quickly. I wonder where they were coming in from,” Jeremiah mused more to himself than Mark.
Mark shrugged. “What about Liz, the hair and make-up lady. I’ve got to say, I don’t know what they brought her along on this trip for.”
“Close-ups and things like that in the camp?” Jeremiah guessed.
“Could be. Okay, moving on. We have our cook, Brent. Think he resents being a gourmet chef and being stuck on a chuck wagon as a stunt?”
“He could, but would he really resort to murder to get this whole thing shut down? I mean, why not just sabotage?”
“You’re right. Yeah, whoever it is probably has a grudge against Kyle and not the production. That’s the way it’s seeming, after all. Although, we could be wrong.”
“So, that leaves us with three more guys, Jeremiah said. “Roddy is Kyle’s assistant.”
“Imagine having that job. I’m sure he has plenty of reasons to want to kill the guy.”
“And the last two are Wayne and Junior.”
“Father and son, aren’t they?” Mark asked.
“I think so.”
“And what exactly is it they do?”
“I get the impression a little of everything, hauling equipment, running errands and messages. I think they were even the ones that did the majority of the work setting up the camp.”
“So, do we know if any of these guys has worked with Kyle before, maybe on one of his other shows?” Mark asked.
“I’m not sure,” Jeremiah said. “I would think so, but I don’t know for sure. We’d have to ask him.”
“We have to find a good way to do it without arousing his suspicions just yet.”
“Have Traci ask. He knows she’s a fan and it would be natural for her to want to know more about the behind the scenes things.”
Jeremiah heard Mark growl low in his throat at that suggestion.
“You’re right,” Mark finally admitted with a sigh. “Let’s head back to camp. I’ll talk to her in the morning. I’ve got to be careful about that, too, though. She was upset enough about finding Martin’s body. I don’t want to do anything to ruin this trip for her.”
“Her favorite celebrity getting killed could do that,” Jeremiah pointed out.
“I know,” Mark groused. “Time is of the essence. That’s why we need to get back and get some sleep.”
“This is the first episode for a new show, right?” Cindy asked.
“Yes, episode one of Wild Escape! How did you not know that?” Traci asked.
Cindy winced. “I’m not the fan you are.”
“His shows are fantastic. You really should watch them,” Traci said.
“You sound like my mom.”
“Sorry. Okay, no more nagging.”
“Thanks. So, Kyle seemed to know Martin pretty well. I’m guessing he’d worked with him on one of his previous shows. I guess the question is, does any of the other crew also have past experience with Martin?”
“Maybe one of them killed him because of it?” Traci asked.
“That’s what I’m wondering.”
“I can find out, ask Kyle about the behind the scenes of how his shows worked, find out who’s new to his crew and who might have had a grudge against Martin.”
“That would be great,” Cindy said. “You’re a fan, so he’ll totally eat up the attention and tell you everything we need to know.”
“It might have been that other guy who left already,” Traci mused.
“That would be better for us,” Cindy said.
“How so?” Traci asked.
“Because if it wasn’t that guy, then we’re stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with a killer.”
There was a moment of silence as they both let that sink in. Suddenly the night seemed a little darker, a little more ominous to Cindy. She could feel herself beginning to panic a little and she forced herself to take long, calming breaths. She grabbed a section of her fleecy pajama bottoms between her thumb and forefinger and began to rub it, forcing herself to focus on the tactile sensation and not on the anxiety that was flooding her system.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stress you out,” Traci said quietly after a moment.
“It’s not your fault,” Cindy said. “It’s just something I have to deal with.”
The truth was she would be incredibly happy when she could stop dealing with it. It wasn’t that simple, though. The PTSD she was suffering from had a mind of its own and seemed to strike when and where it liked. She had learned though that trying to keep her mind in the present moment helped tremendously.
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