Love Inspired Suspense December 2015, Box Set 2 of 2

by Margaret Daley

  “Yes, it was a horrifying accident. Just a horrible accident. Bobby and Meredith perished, as well as their eighteen-month-old son Luke.”

  Lacey frowned at the thought of the baby dying, too.

  “Veronica was scarred in the fire and would have died as well if Wade hadn’t pulled her out and away from the car before it fully exploded. They’d gone over the ledge on the road out front.”

  “Ledge?” Now Lacey sounded the way Wade had when she’d told him she’d nearly gone over it. All snooping came to a halt. What was left of her blood ran cold. Wade and his family had gone over the same ledge she had just brushed death with. “When?” was all she could ask.

  “It’s been twenty-eight years now. Hard to believe, but Wade was eight and Veronica was three. He got her to safety, but being this far out from town and so far from the house, there was nothing else he could do for the rest of his family.”

  “Of course not. I doubt an adult could, never mind a child.” Lacey thought this was possibly why Wade had told her to go home when she said she’d nearly gone over the ledge. It had probably brought back horrible memories of his accident. Had that been why he’d told her he killed Jeff? To get rid of her before she saw him fall apart? His bouncing legs could have been an indication that the crash affected his PTSD just as much as his years in combat did. “And you stepped in to raise them.”

  “Moved right in. There was no reason to take them from the only home they knew. I also helped with the business Bobby and Meredith started. It seemed only right to keep that going for the kids.”

  “The racetrack?”

  “Spencer Speedway. How’d you know?”

  “Roni mentioned it. My family owns a reconstruction race-car shop, so that’s probably why Jeff and Wade hit it off as friends. They had racing in common.”

  “I don’t think so. Wade wants nothing to do with racing. He asked me to stay on as CEO for him so he could leave town and be an army man at eighteen. There had to be something else that brought them together, because it couldn’t be racing.”

  “Huh, I just figured.” She shrugged, then inhaled sharply from the pain.

  Clay gave a slow whistle. “Painkillers kicking in yet?”

  “Slowly.”

  “Here, you should have that in a sling.” Clay withdrew his red handkerchief from his suit-coat breast pocket and knotted it into a quick sling. Gently he placed her injured arm in it. “That should hold it still and cause less pain. You up for a walk?”

  Lacey stood from the bedside and tested her head. No light-headedness, a good sign she’d live to ride another day. “Where are we off to?”

  “Just to the garage. You being a track rat and all, I thought you might like to see the collection we have in the showcase.”

  “Showcase? That sounds intriguing. What might I see in your showcase? Any roadsters?”

  Clay broke into his big comforting grin again. “Right this way. Your chariot awaits.” He took his suit coat off and draped it over Lacey’s shoulders. He led her through the kitchen, but in the other direction from where she’d entered. Out the door and across a snow-covered patio, a glass-enclosed building stood. One flick and the structure illuminated. The gray-painted concrete floor shined so clean and bright one could eat off it. A priceless collection of cars from vintage to modern were parked at various angles. Clay or Roni obviously had added a few, like the stunning cherry-red Ferrari F40 front and center.

  “If only Jeff could see this…” She stuttered on the ripping pain through her chest that usurped the one in her arm tenfold. She wondered when she would stop forgetting her brother was dead.

  “Are you well, Lacey?” Clay asked as he searched her face.

  “I’ve been better, but it’s got nothing to do with my arm.” She blew out a breath. “So where’s that roadster?”

  “Right over here.” He led her around back to where a small black British roadster sparkled clean and restored.

  “Do you ever take her out? On the track, I mean.”

  “The speedway offers certain days of the year when people can unleash their babies. Come spring, you must give her a spin.”

  “Me? Is she yours?”

  “Technically, she belonged to Meredith. Like I said, Bobby married well. Meredith’s father gave them the land for the track as a wedding gift as well as this side of the mountain for a home. But now the kids own it all. Including the cars you see here. Veronica drives them, but Wade doesn’t touch them.”

  “So he doesn’t like racing or cars?”

  “Hey, Questions! What are you doing out here?” Wade stood in the entrance, a sandy camouflage army coat half on, half off. His chest rose and fell as though he’d run out to her. “Are you crazy? You were just shot at. You up for another round?”

  Clay stepped up with his hands raised. “Don’t yell at her. It was my idea. We got to talking about cars, and I thought…well, I guess I didn’t think at all.”

  “The conversation’s over,” Wade said to his uncle, but his eyes locked on Lacey.

  “I’ll just go in and see if Veronica and Cora need some help with dinner.” Clay escaped the room without a reply from anyone.

  “Hey, Secrets, you didn’t have to be so rude,” Lacey spouted. “Your uncle was just trying to take my mind off my pain. What are you so hushed up about anyway?”

  “The walls have ears, and you never know who’s listening. You want to know what happened to Jeff? That’s what happened to him.”

  Her first clue had come when she least expected it. Lacey snapped to attention, nearly sputtering when she asked, “What was he saying? Who was listening?”

  Wade’s eyes jumped from window to window as though he was trying to see out into the darkness beyond the glass. If Lacey hadn’t been shot at and nearly pushed over a cliff tonight, she would say this man was paranoid and uttering conspiracy-theory nonsense. But under the circumstances, she looked out the windows, too.

  “I’m sending you home on a plane tomorrow,” he said. “You are not to come back. Ever. Live your life. It’s what your brother would want you to do.”

  “Shows you what you know. My brother left me something with a note with your name on it. That tells me I’m doing exactly what he would want me to do. Find the answers.”

  “What’d he leave you?”

  “This.” Lacey reached into her blouse and pulled out a long chain with the small key dangling from it.

  All in the same breath, Wade yanked her arm toward him as the glass around them shattered into millions of pieces.

  Lacey landed on a thud and realized it was Wade’s hard chest. He’d brought her down with him in a maneuver that had saved her life. It was as though he knew she’d made herself a target…again. She looked up to see the shattered windshield of the British roadster behind her, right where she’d been standing.

  Another blast and more shattering deafened her ears. Lacey covered her head with her arms as Wade moved her to the floor. He dragged himself along the concrete on his elbows to the wall and a safe. After a few turns of the lock, the door opened to show rows of keys. He grabbed a set and shimmied back to her as Promise came through the door, crouched low on her haunches, as well. As soon as she saw her handler, she took up her post beside him.

  “Stay low and get to the Ferrari,” he ordered.

  Lacey followed without complaint.

  Bullets came from both the front and back. Car windows exploded around them. Whoever the goons were, they had the house surrounded and didn’t plan on leaving anything or anyone in one piece.

  Wade opened the door and Lacey crawled through, keeping her body down as she crossed over the driver’s seat. Promise found her place on the floor of the front seat, and Wade got behind the wheel. As soon as he had the car started, he had it in gear and flying out through the broken glass.

  Bullets hit the car, but he tore down the driveway and out onto the road in a flash. He couldn’t have picked a better vehicle, Lacey thought. It went sixty miles an hour in
3.9 seconds. They would be out of these woods in no time.

  Except when they hit the road, Wade actually slowed down.

  He reached into one of the many pockets on his army combat coat and pulled out a cell phone. One tap of a number dialed someone, and immediately Roni could be heard yelling.

  Wade stopped her and said, “We’re okay. Stay in the safe room and call the police. Don’t worry about us. You got this, Roni.” He clicked off and pocketed the phone.

  He drove in silence, obviously not willing to elaborate about what a safe room was…and why he had one. Lacey could only figure it was one of those secret passages Clay had mentioned to her. At least Roni, Clay and Cora would be safe, if the room lived up to its title. That only left her and Wade out in the open.

  She searched through the rear window, but it remained dark and empty. Even still, she asked, “Can’t you go a little faster?”

  “It’s not always about speed,” he replied.

  She sputtered. “Yes, it is.”

  After a quick, tacit look her way, he went back to giving the road his full attention, conversation over.

  As they passed through the quiet little town of Norcastle, Lacey noticed the sparkling colored lights strung from some of the old storefronts and homes. In her nervous ride into town earlier, she hadn’t paid much attention. Now she speculated with the huge factories along the river that Norcastle had once been an old mill town. The mill buildings looked to be lit up as apartments now. The town obviously had seen some reconstruction after a period of low economic times, but they seemed to be flourishing better now. Before Lacey could ask about it, Wade took a turn for the interstate.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Virginia,” he answered, short but not sweet.

  “What’s in Virginia? Is that where the musclemen are from?”

  “No. It’s where I’m from. And it’s also where the locker is that your key, or I should say my key, belongs to. Buckle up. We have a long drive.”

  Lacey peered over at the speedometer and rolled her eyes. “At the speed you’re going, you’re right. This could take forever.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  “Merry Christmas.” Wade pulled away from the drive-through doughnut shop, passing over a steaming paper cup to Lacey. Her long dark lashes blinked over her sleep-fogged eyes as she roused from her slumber with a wide yawn. She looked at the cup in his hand quizzically. “Coffee,” he said. “Black. I figured that’s the way you liked it.”

  She arched a dark eyebrow at his presumption of her drink tastes, but quickly unhooked her arm from his uncle’s makeshift sling so she could grab the warm cup in both hands. She averted her gaze to the passenger window while she sipped. Her deep sigh proved he’d been dead on about the not-so-dainty Lacey’s coffee tastes.

  “Thank you,” she mumbled after another sip, her deep Southern voice resonating through the cabin. Such a strong voice for a small woman, he thought. But it was good that she was small. As it was, her legs were plastered to the door because Promise and her seventy-pound frame took up most of the confined space. Wade was glad to see Lacey give the dog room, even if that meant an uncomfortable ride for herself. “And I guess I should say Merry Christmas to you, too. I suppose this is not how you planned on spending the holiday, or your military leave, for that matter. Not that I care.” She turned his way, her chin lifted. “Because I don’t.”

  With his view to the road, he hoped she couldn’t see him suppress a smile. “Of course not. Why would you? But let me set the record straight, just so you don’t lose any more sleep over my missed holiday, while you’re not caring, of course. They’re not my plans. They’re my sister’s. I’d just as soon have stayed on base. So my plans didn’t work out anyway this year.”

  “I always say making plans is useless,” she said, taking another sip. “Just go unless God tells you no. That’s my motto.”

  Wade huffed at her silly remark. “No offense, Lacey, but I don’t think your motto’s working for you.”

  “Offense taken. You don’t know anything about me.” She took off the handkerchief and tossed it at him. He picked it up off his lap and stuffed it into his combat jacket’s bottom-right pocket. Apparently, he’d touched on some nerve, but why stop there?

  “I know all I need to know about you. You came north on Christmas Eve with nothing but a key and not a thought to what you might be venturing into. You were nearly killed because of your ‘just go’ motto, and yet, you put yourself right back into the line of fire for a glimpse at some shiny cars. In the army, we have a term for people like you. Liability.”

  “Now, see, I like to think of it more as quick-witted. After all, you’re here right where I wanted you. When I showed up on your doorstep, you weren’t going to give me the time of day. Just admit it. ‘Go home,’ you said. Now you’re stuck in a car with me while I interrogate you to my heart’s content. I’d say my motto is working out just fine.” She blew at the steaming cup and turned to her window, mumbling, “Just don’t tell my mother.”

  Wade eyed the back of her silky hair. It was knotted a bit from sleeping on it all night. He wished he had a comb for her. A cough escaped his throat at his outlandish thought. Promise lifted her head to assess his well-being. To assure her he was fine, Wade jumped back into the conversation. “Your mom doesn’t see things your way, I take it. I think I like her.”

  “You would.” Lacey swung to face him again. Her hair fell in a huge chocolaty curl over her shoulder.

  Again with the hair, he thought. He was so used to grooming Promise on a daily basis, he must be going soft.

  Lacey put out her free hand. “Speaking of which, may I use your phone? My parents are going to be expecting me for Christmas dinner tonight, and I don’t see that happening now.”

  Wade’s attention drifted from her outstretched hand to her expectant face as her words registered. When they did, he barked out a laugh. “See what I mean? Your motto’s not working for you. You thought you’d be home for Christmas dinner after driving up the East Coast one day and back down the next? That made sense to you?”

  She pursed her lips in irritation. “Just give me the phone.”

  “Can’t. Chucked it.”

  Her hand dropped. “What do you mean you chucked it?”

  “It’s called Planning Ahead 101. Let me enlighten you. These aren’t your street gangs doing drive-bys. For us to move forward safely, we must think strategically not only with our strategies, but theirs. That means lose anything they can even remotely trace us with. So sayonara, phone.”

  Lacey put her coffee in the cup holder and sagged against the hand-stitched leather seat with a sound of defeat. Promise, sensing turmoil around her, immediately stirred and pushed to a sitting position. Wade reached out to touch her so she would feel that he was fine, but before he did, Promise brought her paws to Lacey’s lap and rested there with imploring eyes.

  Wade felt his mouth drop. Promise had never tried to comfort anyone besides him. Wade wasn’t jealous; he was just surprised. He watched to see if it would work, and sure enough, a few absent strokes from Lacey and Promise had succeeded with her mission—to calm her down.

  And Lacey didn’t even realize it.

  That part Wade was jealous of. He wished Promise always succeeded with him like that, but there were times…

  “Fine.” Lacey broke into Wade’s dispiriting thoughts. “I get it. Phone’s gone. It’s for our own protection. I’ll find a pay phone or something.”

  “Your parents’ phone most likely has a trace. You can’t call anyone.”

  Lacey’s face crumpled in an instant. “You’re serious. This is bad.”

  “Your brother is dead. You tell me.”

  Lacey glanced out the window to the late-morning sun rising up from Virginia’s eastern seaboard. “I can’t tell you anything because you won’t tell me anything. How can I plan ahead when all I have is a key?”

  “All right, Questions. What do you want to know?”

 
“First, I want to know who these people chasing me are.”

  “I don’t have that answer because I, myself, don’t know.”

  “Then, how do you know they can track us?”

  “Because they found your brother when it was his business not to be found. Your brother was a research analyst in the United States Army’s counterintelligence department. Do you know what that entails? Let me enlighten you. Gathering intelligence under the radar.”

  “So you think he died because of something he knew.”

  “I know he died because of something he knew.”

  “Did it have something to do with the army?”

  “No. It had something to do with me. I meant it when I said I killed him. I may not have caused the explosion, but I set the fuse when I asked him for help.” Wade gripped the steering wheel and took the next turn for a parking area. He shut the car down and kept his eyes in the rearview mirror. After thirty seconds, a black Lincoln slowly drove by. He kept the info to himself. No need to cause Lacey to make more panicked decisions. She may think she made her choices calm and collected, or quick-witted, as she touted, but her past choices weren’t life-and-death as they were now.

  “Where are we?” she asked.

  “Train station. There’s a locker inside that the key belongs to. Jeff and I used it as a dead drop.”

  “What’s that?”

  “When two people want to pass information to one another without being seen together, they can establish a place to leave the intel.”

  “Intel? Why does this all sound like some sort of spy mission? Wait. Was Jeff a spy?” The idea looked as if it was about to make her head implode. Wade knew the feeling.

  “Not Jeff. He was just helping me get information on the side.” Wade swallowed hard. Once he told Lacey all he knew, she would be in so much danger. But as of last night, she was a target anyway. Whether she knew it or not, she was a dead woman by just being near him. “Your brother wasn’t the spy, Lacey. The spy was my mother. And apparently, she’s still killing people from her grave. I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re most likely next.”