In Seconds b-2

by Brenda Novak

  “They haven’t left,” she said. “They’ve holed up. They’re waiting.”

  “There’ve been no reports of strangers lurking about, no other incidents since Trudie called me earlier.”

  “Maybe they’re still in the forest.”

  “If so, they won’t be able to stay there long. I’m pretty sure I shot one of them. I definitely heard a scream and saw him fall.”

  Could she be lucky enough that Ink was dead? Without actually seeing his body, Vivian couldn’t believe it. He seemed indestructible. “Have the deputies checked my house?”

  “Several times. Harold Willis from Libby is there now.”

  “Then I don’t know what to say, except—” she rubbed her eyes, noted the lines in his face that suggested he was equally exhausted “—we need some rest. We’ll have to regroup in the morning.”

  He didn’t like that answer, but there didn’t seem to be anything more to suggest.

  “Do you want me to call Elizabeth’s house? Let Marley know you’ve been hurt?” She hadn’t done so because she’d wanted to know the extent of his injuries before setting off any alarms. There was no point in upsetting Marley, not without good reason. Once the doctor came, and he and Myles began to talk, she didn’t want to interrupt. Then she’d fallen asleep.

  “No. There’s nothing to be gained from waking the whole Rogers family. Getting dragged out of bed to hear I’ve been shot will only scare Marley. I don’t want her to come home in the middle of this mess, anyway. I’ll explain what happened in the morning. Hopefully, by then, I’ll look less ragged so she’ll believe me when I say I’m going to live.”

  “Are you in a lot of pain?” Vivian couldn’t imagine he wasn’t. Earlier, he wouldn’t take anything except Tylenol, said he was afraid it would impair his ability to think and he was still trying to direct the search for Ink and Lloyd from his hospital bed. But he’d already done all he could. In her opinion, it was time to give him the Vicodin his doctor had left in a little paper cup so he could rest.

  “My leg is throbbing like crazy,” he admitted. “But it’s not as bad as it could be. Will you talk to the doctor? Get me some crutches so we can go?”

  She blinked in surprise. “Go? Where?”

  “Home. There’s nothing more they can do for me here.”

  “But you were shot at home.”

  “No, I was shot at your house.”

  “Because you went over there before you had backup.” His deputy had complained about this when he came running up the walk to find his sheriff injured. She was angry at Myles for taking such a risk, too. He could’ve been killed—exactly what she’d feared from the start.

  “Ink and Lloyd would’ve been gone if I’d waited.”

  “They’re still gone,” she pointed out.

  He didn’t seem to like that answer, but he took the time to cover a yawn before responding. “You really know how to kick a guy when he’s down.”

  She refused to smile, wasn’t willing to make light of this. She didn’t want him returning to his house until they’d found Ink and Lloyd and any other Crew members who might be in the area. “Someone needs to kick you. With your cruiser in the driveway, I’m sure they realize you live next door.”

  “So? They have no reason to come after me. I’m the guy they want to avoid.”

  “They’ll come if they suspect I’m with you. Unless you want to get into another shoot-out, you should stay here.”

  He arched an eyebrow at her. “And where will you stay?”

  “I’ll get a motel room for the next couple of nights.” She couldn’t face going back home, not after Myles’s close call.

  “Good idea. We’ll both stay at the Blue Ridge. Get the doctor.”

  She rattled the paper cup with his pills inside it. “Will you take the Vicodin if I do?”

  “I’m a tough guy. I don’t need any painkillers.” He was teasing, but she got the impression he honestly meant to refuse—until he tried to move. Then he winced and fell back with a groan. “Shit, yeah. Give me those.”

  She laughed as she offered him a glass of water to swallow his meds. Then she went to find the doctor, but he called her back.

  “Vivian?”

  She turned to see him put the empty cup on his rolling cart.

  “Were you really not wearing any pants when you knelt over me earlier?”

  The memory of his fingers slipping beneath the elastic of her panties sent a tornado of warmth and excitement twisting through her. She checked the hallway to make sure their conversation couldn’t be overheard. “I was covered. I mean, as well as I would be in a swimsuit. It was just that once I heard the gunshots and knew you weren’t in the house, I didn’t dare take the time to find my jeans, let alone put them on.” As soon as the deputy had arrived to assist him, she’d dashed into the house to grab a pair of sweats, so it wasn’t as if anyone else had seen her in her underwear.

  “I remember.” A dreamy smile curved his lips. “Your panties—they’re thin and lacy, right?”

  She rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t know it was too soon, I’d think the Vicodin had kicked in and sent you for a loop.”

  His smile stretched wider. “Some things transcend pain.”

  “Apparently so.” She folded her arms in an attempt to control the delicious shiver his expression evoked. “Wait a second. It was only a few hours ago that you put me on notice.”

  “For what?”

  “You told me you didn’t want to get involved with me.”

  He sobered. “That was before.”

  “Before what?”

  “Before I realized it was already too late.”

  Horse is in the back bedroom with Gully. As alone as he’ll get. Do it now. I just unlocked the back door on my way to the bathroom.

  This was it. The text Virgil had been waiting for. It had taken most of the night for Mona to do what she’d promised, but the situation wasn’t looking a whole lot better despite that. He had no idea who Gully was or how he might change what was about to happen. And although the sun was coming up and the crowd on the street had dispersed, there were still plenty of cars and trucks parked along the curb, suggesting a full house. A lot of the guys who frequented Horse’s illegal club simply crashed out on whatever they could find. With a girl in one of the back bedrooms. On a couch. Some even fell asleep on the floor, too high or drunk to realize they were lying in their own vomit.

  So Horse wasn’t nearly as alone as Virgil would’ve liked. To top it off, Virgil was so groggy he felt as if he was underwater. He’d been up for twenty-four hours, been on high alert too long to be as sharp as he needed to be. This wasn’t the condition in which he wanted to decide whether Mona’s text was an invitation to be tortured and shot in the head—or the help he’d requested.

  But he didn’t have to decide, did he? He’d already made the decision to trust her when he’d first contacted her.

  After bringing the photo of his wife and children to his lips for a quick goodbye kiss, he took out the lighter he’d picked up at the last gas station and burned it, along with all the other photos and business cards he hadn’t even known were in his wallet. He burned the car rental agreement and anything else that could possibly help The Crew find his family, too. In case he didn’t survive the next few hours, he didn’t want to leave anything that could be traced behind. He hoped The Crew’s revenge would be complete at his death, if things went in that direction, but with them, there was no way to tell. They were the most bloodthirsty group of men he’d ever known. Their unflinching willingness to perform the most brutal acts had served him well in prison, had put him on top right along with them.

  But it’d created a hell all its own once he was exonerated.

  Slapping his face to revive himself, he took a deep breath, slipped the gun into his waistband under the front of his shirt and got out. One shot. That was all it would take—if he could get in without being stopped, maintain an element of surprise and manage to get Horse in his sights wit
hout the others standing in the way. Ironically, he’d never used a gun until after prison. But running a bodyguard service gave him good reason to visit the shooting range. Maybe it was the only thing in his favor, but he was one hell of a marksman.

  Of course, there was another problem. Even if he hit his target and killed Horse, as he hoped, the blast would bring everyone else in the house down on him. Other than making a run for it, he hadn’t figured out how he’d get back to his car. He could only hope the answer would be apparent when the time came, because there was no telling what he might encounter once he got inside.

  As he walked around the trunk of his rental car, his cell phone buzzed with another text message.

  Mona again.

  Are you coming?

  He didn’t bother answering. If she was baiting a trap, he didn’t want her to know any more than she already did. He was, however, tempted to call Rex, to tell him to look out for Peyton and Laurel if anything happened to him. He would have, except he didn’t need to; he knew Rex would do just that. At least, he would if he could. So instead of placing that call, he dropped the phone on the asphalt and smashed it to pieces.

  There went his ability to communicate. It was down to sheer nerve, his gun and whether or not Mona was being truthful.

  26

  Myles had fallen asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, but Vivian moved around the motel room, taking a shower, brushing her teeth—two, then three, times—and bolting, unbolting and rebolting the door. When they’d arrived, she’d called the LAPD, told them as much as she knew about the people she believed had killed her mother. They didn’t seem too impressed with her knowledge, or even particularly willing to believe what she had to say, but the detective she’d spoken to wrote it all down and promised to look into it. She figured she’d check back with him in a few days. When she knew what was going on here, she’d be able to push the issue a bit harder.

  Myles had sent a deputy by the name of Campbell to get him an overnight bag. Campbell had shown up with it over an hour ago and had brought most of the items she’d put in Marley’s room, too. But if he’d found her jeans somewhere on the floor, he’d left them where they lay, so she was still wearing the sweats she’d donned after Myles was shot. For the moment, though, she was satisfied with the few personal belongings she had with her. She didn’t want to return home to see Myles’s blood on her porch, or face the fact that Ink had once again infiltrated her personal space. There’d be time enough to deal with that later, when they caught Ink and Lloyd. The best thing right now would be to get some rest.

  If only she could relax. The nap she’d stolen at the hospital seemed to have taken the edge off her fatigue, and agitation made it impossible to unwind. Especially because she couldn’t get hold of anyone in Buffalo, New York. Myles had been able to call Marley, gently break the news and make arrangements for her to spend another day with the Rogers family. But Vivian didn’t even know if her kids had arrived at their destination. According to the call she placed to the airport, their plane had landed on time, but that was where the trail grew cold. Rex’s cell went straight to voice mail. Peyton wasn’t picking up; neither was Virgil. Yet it was three hours later back east, nearly eleven in the morning. They should definitely be up and around.

  Maybe Peyton had gone into labor and they were all at the hospital…?.

  That had to be the case. Taking the cordless phone from the nightstand, she stepped outside and kicked a small pebble back and forth while dialing Virgil’s office for the third time in the past two hours.

  “I’m sorry, I haven’t heard from him.” It was the same woman who’d answered her last two calls, and she didn’t sound pleased to be bothered again.

  “This is his sister, Laurel. Do you know when he might come in?”

  “I’m sorry, I have no idea.”

  The receptionist had been trained not to give out information. Vivian could tell. The woman probably didn’t even know Virgil had a sister. They’d kept their lives that separate since D.C. But she wasn’t one of the bad guys, damn it. She needed to know what was going on. “Can you at least tell me if Peyton’s in labor?”

  “I’m afraid I haven’t heard.”

  Completely neutral again.

  “Can you have him call me if you hear from him?”

  “Of course.”

  “The number is—”

  “I’ve got the number. You gave it to me last time.”

  “Great. Thanks for nothing,” she grumbled, and hung up. She needed to hear Jake’s and Mia’s voices, wanted reassurance from them more than she’d ever wanted anything.

  What should she do? Go to Buffalo? She didn’t even have a car at the motel. She’d ridden to the hospital in the ambulance with Myles, and then Campbell had dropped them off before going to get their things.

  Shit. She wrung her hands as she gazed out over the parking lot, which was only half-full. She could see the motel manager moving around in the office, most likely setting out the breakfast included with the room. For other people, this was the start of a day just like any other. But it wasn’t for her. As long as Ink and Lloyd were on the loose, there was too much at stake for anything to feel normal.

  With a sigh, she let herself back into the motel room. She was waiting for something. She couldn’t say what. Some word from Virgil or Rex. News that the police had found Ink, or, better yet, that he or his partner was dead, thanks to Myles hitting one of them when he fired. Either would be good news.

  She didn’t want to consider the bad news that could come. She just knew that the dawn felt heavy and ominous even though there wasn’t a cloud in sight.

  Was it her state of mind? Or some kind of premonition?

  Returning to her vigil at the window, she spent the next several minutes staring out at the town, as much of it as she could see from this vantage point. Where could Ink and Lloyd have gone? Were they running or hiding? And why couldn’t the police find them and put an end to her misery?

  Would it put an end to her misery if the two of them went back to prison? Or would The Crew send someone else in Ink and Lloyd’s place?

  Knowing they could easily do that made her attempt to stay and fight for the life she’d established here feel hopeless. She’d been crazy to think she could escape the past. She needed to leave, to get on the next plane to New York and never look back—

  “Hey.”

  Startled by the sound of Myles’s voice, she pivoted toward him. “What are you doing awake?” she asked. “Last I heard from you, you were pretty drugged. And that was only two hours ago.”

  “At least I slept. Doesn’t look like you’ve been so lucky.”

  “I’m too anxious,” she admitted. “I can’t get hold of Virgil or Rex or Peyton. It feels as if something terrible is happening, as if… I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it, but it frightens me. And here I am, unable to do anything about it.”

  Eyes dark and shiny and unfathomable, he watched her for several seconds, then pulled back the blankets. “Come here.”

  She shook her head. With two beds in the room, they didn’t have to lie down together. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to be that close. Part of her did. Part of her wanted nothing more. The other part felt too guilty. Without question, she’d stayed in Pineview for the life she’d created and all the promise it afforded. She’d put a lot into this town and gotten a lot out of it. But it was her handsome neighbor that distinguished this place from every other. She could buy another house, find a new town, a school Jake and Mia enjoyed, a talented dance instructor for Mia’s ballet. She could continue her business from anywhere. And she could maintain her relationships with Claire and Nana Vera from a distance. She just couldn’t maintain a relationship with the sheriff, not if she left. She’d known that from the beginning.

  Had she done what she’d sworn never to do? Had she put her romantic interests above the welfare of her children, the way her mother had always done?

  She’d thought she was fi
ghting for all of them, for what staying here could mean to them as a family. Jake wanted a father so badly. She knew how thrilled he’d be to have Myles permanently in his life. But now she feared that she’d hoped for too much and reached too far.

  She should’ve packed up and left town with the kids immediately. No one could beat The Crew. They were too determined, too vicious.

  “I wish I could offer you some reassurance,” he said. “I wish I could say it’ll all work out. But I can’t guess what’s going to happen. I only know that as far as I’m concerned you’re where you should be.”

  “And how do you know that?” she asked. “I’m here because of you. You know that, too, right? I—I’ve had a thing for you for a long time. And now…”

  “Now you’re wondering if you’ve made a mistake.”

  She rubbed her face. “I’m pretty sure I have. I appreciate everything you’ve done. But…I’ve got to go.”

  His attention suddenly far more acute, he pushed himself into a sitting position. “Where?”

  “To New York State to get my kids. Then…Salt Lake. Cheyenne. Denver. Anywhere but here. I have to keep Jake and Mia safe. I’m all they’ve got.”

  “Don’t go.”

  Tears caught in her lashes before spilling down her cheeks. “I have no choice.” She started for the door, but when he got out of bed and came limping toward her, she couldn’t walk away.

  “Rex wouldn’t let anything happen to Jake and Mia,” he said. “Or you wouldn’t have allowed him to take them. And even if you relocate, there’s no guarantee The Crew won’t find you. They could show up in Salt Lake or Cheyenne or wherever just as easily as here.”

  “That’s the excuse I’ve been using, but I should’ve packed up and gotten on the first plane out of Montana. I shouldn’t have sent them away or put you in danger. I’m sorry.”

  “Vivian, you didn’t put me in danger. Ink and his buddy did.” He placed one hand on the door to keep her from opening it. “I can’t promise you’ll be safe here. I can promise I’ll do all I can to protect you.”