PREGNANT AND ALONE
Implicated by her criminal cousin, Nicki Johnson is now the target of a murderous gang. Dark-haired policeman Jackson Worth thinks she is hiding something, but his remarkable bomb-sniffing dog has no such reservations. He’s there to protect her—no judgments, no questions. And Jackson is a man of honor. He’ll stand by this beauty and her unborn child. Because it is the right thing to do. And because guarding her has left his battle-scarred heart open to the possibility of love. Which changes everything…
Texas K-9 Unit: These lawmen solve the toughest cases with the help of their brave canine partners
“You’re sure your ex isn’t the one harassing you?”
“Absolutely. He left after I told him about the baby. As far as I’m concerned, good riddance.”
“He’s a fool” was all Jackson dared say. If he had opened up and told her everything he was thinking, she would have been even more embarrassed.
There was a strong sense of honor and righteousness in him. Always had been. Maybe that was why this police job seemed to fit him so well. Why he felt such an undeniable obligation to step up and take care of Nicolette when her need was so great. She would never know how deeply, how personally, her plight affected him, of course, because he would never tell her.
But he would be there for her, helping and guarding her to the best of his ability, for as long as she needed him to be. It wasn’t only because she might help the department solve a difficult case, either.
Looking after her was simply the right thing to do.
Whether she liked it or not.
TEXAS K-9 UNIT:
These lawmen solve the toughest cases
with the help of their brave canine partners
Tracking Justice—Shirlee McCoy, January 2013
Detection Mission—Margaret Daley, February 2013
Guard Duty—Sharon Dunn, March 2013
Explosive Secrets—Valerie Hansen, April 2013
Scent of Danger—Terri Reed, May 2013
Lone Star Protector—Lenora Worth, June 2013
Books by Valerie Hansen
Love Inspired Suspense
*Her Brother’s Keeper
*Out of the Depths
Deadly Payoff
*Shadow of Turning
Hidden in the Wall
*Nowhere to Run
*No Alibi
*My Deadly Valentine
“Dangerous Admirer”
Face of Danger
†Nightwatch
The Rookie’s Assignment
†Threat of Darkness
†Standing Guard
Explosive Secrets
Love Inspired Historical
Frontier Courtship
Wilderness Courtship
High Plains Bride
The Doctor’s Newfound Family
Rescuing the Heiress
Love Inspired
*The Perfect Couple
*Second Chances
*Love One Another
*Blessings of the Heart
*Samantha’s Gift
Everlasting Love
The Hamilton Heir
*A Treasure of the Heart
Healing the Boss’s Heart
*Serenity, Arkansas
†The Defenders
VALERIE HANSEN
was thirty when she awoke to the presence of the Lord in her life and turned to Jesus. In the years that followed, she worked with young children, both in church and secular environments. She also raised a family of her own and played foster mother to a wide assortment of furred and feathered critters.
Married to her high school sweetheart, she now lives in an old farmhouse she and her husband renovated with their own hands. She loves to hike the wooded hills behind the house and reflect on the marvelous turn her life has taken. Not only is she privileged to reside among the loving, accepting folks in the breathtakingly beautiful Ozark mountains of Arkansas, she also gets to share her personal faith by telling the stories of her heart for all the Love Inspired Books lines.
Life doesn’t get much better than that!
EXPLOSIVE
SECRETS
VALERIE HANSEN
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Valerie Hansen for her contribution to the Texas K-9 Unit miniseries.
I will give you a new heart
and put a new spirit within you.
—Ezekiel 36:26
To my “partners in crime,”
Shirlee McCoy, Margaret Daley, Sharon Dunn,
Terri Reed and Lenora Worth, who were a joy
to work with on this series. To Joe and Karen,
beloved proofreaders who catch my boo-boos.
And to my personal K-9 cops, Charlie Brown and Lucy, two rescued Labs who see to it that
I don’t spend every waking hour sitting at my computer.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DEAR REARDER
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
Nicolette Johnson was about to leave for her night-shift job at The Truck Stop Diner when her cell phone rang.
She slipped it out of her jeans pocket and hesitated while she listened to the ringtone playing “The Yellow Rose of Texas.” Most of her recent callers had been nosy reporters or curious neighbors wanting to ask what she knew about her cousin Arianna Munson’s recent murder.
“That would be nothing, just like I told the police,” she muttered. But since her curiosity was aroused, she gave in and answered. “Hello?”
“Hello, Nicki, darlin’.”
The slow, deep drawl was dripping with menace, sending chills up her spine. “Who is this?”
“Never mind who I am. You need to stop holding out on us,” the man warned. “Remember, we know where you live.”
Nicki swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave me alone.”
“That’s not going to happen, lady. That idiot Murke blew it the other night, but we can still get to you, just like we got to the Serpent.”
“Who?” She rued the telltale tremor in her tone.
“Arianna Munson.” He gave an evil-sounding chuckle. “That was our pet name for your dearly departed cousin.”
There was a pause while the caller laughed as if he’d just told a great joke. “We eliminated her, and we can do the same to you. If you think you can run or hide, just ask the Sagebrush cops what happened to one of their wives a few years back.” He chortled again then shouted, “Boom!”
Stifling a tiny shriek, Nicki immediately ended the call. Many of the specifics of the man’s threats had already become a confusing muddle, but one fact stood out. The way he had barked boom left no doubt that she was dealing with a deadly enemy, one she should not try to defeat on her own.
Shaking, Nicki managed to punch in the phone number from the business card the police officers had left with her a few days before. She held her breath and counted the number of rings while she waited for someone to answer.
“Sagebrush Police Department. How may I help you?” a friendly sounding woman asked.
Nicki had intended to report the sinister warning calmly and with little emotion. When she
heard the dispatcher’s voice, however, she blurted, “I need help. Somebody just threatened to blow me up!”
* * *
“K-9 unit 463, your position?” the patrol radio broadcast.
Jackson Worth keyed the mic. “Sagebrush Boulevard and Main, headed north.”
“We have a possible bomb threat at 3274 Lost Woods Road, apartment 210. See the woman.”
“Affirmative. On my way. ETA approximately ten.”
“Copy. Advise if you need backup.”
Jackson flipped on his light bar and spun the wheel of the SUV. In the backseat, his black Labrador retriever, Titan, was panting rapidly, knowing they were about to go to work.
The big dog’s enthusiasm made Jackson smile. They were so much a team it was as if Titan could read his mind. He could certainly tell what that dog was thinking. When they were on duty his canine partner was all business, even when he acted as though he was still battling the negative effects of their previous assignments in war zones.
“We both came through the fire okay then, didn’t we, old boy?” Jackson said affectionately. “And we’re still doing it.”
Titan wiggled, but remained disciplined enough to stay seated and not fight the restraints that kept him safe when he wasn’t riding in his portable kennel. Jackson hated to cage the tractable dog so he used every excuse not to.
They pulled to the curb in front of the apartment building on Lost Woods Road, and stopped. Jackson barely had a chance to climb out when a slim, young woman in jeans and a pink T-shirt raced over and grasped his sleeve. Her wide eyes were as blue as a summer sky, and her coppery-brown hair fell softly around her face, its silky length brushing her shoulders.
“Are you the party who placed the call for police assistance?” Jackson asked.
“Y-yes. I thought they’d send the same officers who were here before.”
He politely touched the brim of his cap, then opened the rear door to leash Titan as he explained, “I’m Detective Worth, ma’am. You must have mentioned a bomb threat when you contacted the station or they wouldn’t have sent us.”
“I did. That’s really the only thing I can remember clearly. The man who called me said I should ask about a policeman’s wife getting blown up and then he hollered, ‘Boom!’ Just like that.” She tried to catch her breath. “I didn’t know what else to do so I called the number on the card those other officers left when they were here a few days ago.”
“You did the right thing by waiting outside, Ms...”
“Nicolette Johnson.” She pointed to the upper story of the poorly maintained apartment building. “That’s where I live. I was about to leave for work. After I got the threatening phone call, I didn’t know what to do.”
Jackson straightened with Titan at his side. “Okay. Let’s start from the beginning. Tell me your version of the trouble you had here recently.”
“Okay. A man broke into my apartment. I hid in the closet and called 911. When the other officers got here there was a fight and some shooting. That’s when a police dog was wounded. It was awful.”
Jackson nodded soberly. “I understand how upsetting that must have been. A fugitive named Derek Murke was arrested.”
“Right. He was an ex-boyfriend of my late cousin, Arianna Munson. That’s another reason I got scared. The man who called me today mentioned her. Only he called her a snake or something.”
“You mean Serpent?”
Nicolette nodded, her eyes wide. “That was it. Serpent. He said that he had killed her.”
“In those exact words?” Jackson knew that the Munson woman had died during a shoot-out with the police, so why would anyone claim murder as a threat? He had to make an effort to control his excitement. Any clues, no matter how obscure, that brought the department closer to finding the gang of killers and drug runners causing mayhem in and around Sagebrush were definitely top priority.
“I—I don’t know. I’m sorry. I can’t remember his exact words. I guess I was too scared.”
Or up to your eyeballs in the whole criminal mess, he thought, keeping that notion to himself for the time being. “Suppose we get off the street and go check your apartment before we do anything else?”
“Okay.” She was wringing her hands. “I feel silly causing such a fuss, but he sounded really serious about hurting me.”
“Did he say why?”
“Yes. He seemed to think I was withholding some kind of information. Murke said the same thing when he held me hostage the other night.”
“Are you?”
“Of course not. If I did know something, I’d have told the officers who arrested him.” She shivered. “He’s still in jail, isn’t he?”
“Yes, ma’am. And he will be for a long time if I’m any judge. You don’t need to worry about him coming back to bother you.”
“Oh, good! What about the wounded police dog? Is she going to make it?”
“Yes. The muscle in her hind leg was torn up pretty bad, but the vet says Lexi will be back on duty in due time.”
“That’s a relief.”
Nicolette was reaching for the outer door to the complex when Jackson stopped her. “You’d better wait while we check the premises. I’ll signal you to come and unlock your apartment when we’re sure the halls are clean.”
She seemed reluctant. “Okay, but...”
“Just stand where we can still see each other,” Jackson told her. “If Titan finds anything suspicious, he’ll sit down by it, and then I’ll call for backup and evacuate the building. If he doesn’t react, you’ll know everything is fine.”
“What a beautiful, intelligent animal,” she said softly as man and canine started to walk away.
Jackson watched Titan methodically check every corner and sniff at every door on the ground floor. Then they returned to Nicolette.
“Coast is clear down here. Where’s your apartment?”
“Second floor, far end of the hall.” She held up a key. “Do you need this?”
“Not yet. Let us take the lead. You can follow at a safe distance. When Titan is satisfied, you can come and unlock the door for us.”
It would have given Jackson a better feeling if he’d had at least one more officer with him to guard the young woman, although in this case it seemed unnecessary. Whoever had tried to frighten her had succeeded, yes, but that wasn’t proof of real danger. As long as Titan didn’t alert, he’d be satisfied that the place was free of explosives. That was the main thing.
Finished with the second phase of the sweep, he paused at apartment number 210 and motioned to Nicolette.
Watching her hurry to join them he was taken by her grace, her natural loveliness. So many women he’d known in the past seemed to think that painting themselves up was the key to beauty. As far as Jackson was concerned, a naturally pretty woman like Nicolette Johnson was far easier on the eyes.
You’re on the job. You’re not supposed to notice things like that, his conscience reminded him.
That made Jackson smile slightly. He might be working. And he was certainly not in the market for romance of any kind. But that did not mean he was unable to appreciate this kind of loveliness, any more than he could overlook a gorgeous Texas sunset or the shining, coppery coat on a special chestnut-colored mare out at his ranch.
His smile threatened to widen and he had to stifle it. He could just imagine what Ms. Nicolette Johnson would think of having her beauty compared to that of a fine horse, even if it was one of the nicest compliments he could have bestowed.
* * *
Nicki’s hands were trembling so badly she had trouble fitting the key into the lock. When she was finally successful, she stepped back and let the dog and his handler enter while she waited by the door.
It was interesting seeing how they worked as a team with the dog leading the way and the man indicating when he wanted him to proceed to another room.
If the apartment hadn’t been so small and sparsely furnished, she would have worried more when they both disappeare
d into the bedroom. Thankfully, there wasn’t much to see and their inspection was complete in a matter of minutes.
“You can come in and relax now,” Jackson called. “The place is clean. There’s no danger.”
Frowning, she poked her head in first. “You’re sure?”
“Titan is,” Jackson said with a smile. “You can trust him. I do.”
“Okay.” She took a few steps closer and eyed her tiny living room. “I suppose I’d notice if there was anything out of place. It’s just that the last few days have been so awful. The landlord repaired my front door after the female police officer forced it, but I thought I’d never get the stains out of my rug from where that poor dog was wounded.”
“I understand your concern.” He waited for her to sit in the only easy chair before taking a place across from her on the slipcovered sofa. Titan lay at his feet. “Now that we can take it easy, how about starting from the beginning and telling me what’s been going on?”
Sighing, she began. “I feel like I’ve just run a marathon instead of sleeping ’til noon. I work nights at The Truck Stop Diner out on Highway 20 so I don’t get up very early.” Her stomach fluttered, then settled, much to her relief. She didn’t think it was this officer’s business that she was expecting a baby so she kept that information to herself.
His eyes never left her face as he asked, “I take it that’s your normal schedule. Are you a waitress?”
“No. I’m one of the short-order cooks. I’ve worked that shift for the past year.”
“How about neighbors? Any trouble with them lately?”
“No.”
“Boyfriends? Anybody you may have argued with?”
Hadn’t he heard a word she’d said? “I told you what the caller wanted. He knows—knew—my cousin, Arianna. That’s what this is all about. Everybody thinks she told me some secret, but she didn’t.”
Nodding, he seemed to be trying to stare right into her mind because his gaze was unwavering. “I’d like to believe you, but there’s a problem with that,” Jackson said.
“A problem? What?”
“I heard your cousin’s dying declaration with my own ears. She said, ‘Cousin. Code. Danger.’”
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