“That’s not a good idea. You were barely able to stand when I pulled you from the precinct.”
“I’m better now that I’ve gotten some oxygen to my muscles. Besides, you’re too high-profile. If they’ve blocked the roads, they could be searching for us. I’ll be right inside. You can even see me through the windows and come in if something goes wrong.”
Still, he hesitated. He should be the one to go.
She blew out a weary breath. “Do you think I’m going to call the police on you?”
“No, that’s not what I’m concerned about. I’m worried about your safety.”
Her face softened and she smiled. “We’re in this together, Blake. We have to be able to count on one another and that means you have to trust me. I’ll be fine. Only, the longer we sit here, the more obvious we become.”
He knew she was right. He was the one with the gun. He needed to watch out for Mason or other officers that might spot them. He nodded his agreement and she removed her hand. He found he missed it when it was gone. He pulled out his wallet and counted several bills. “Make sure you get one that has internet access, as well. We might need it. Maybe we can find another exit on a map of the town.”
She nodded and closed her hand over the cash.
“And be careful,” he insisted.
She nodded then slipped out of the vehicle.
He shook off the feeling of paranoia that threatened his thoughts. If she’d wanted him captured, she could have shouted out at the police station. He hadn’t forced her to come with him, but she had. And she’d been right when she’d said they needed to trust one another. The problem was he didn’t trust her, and it had nothing to do with anything except her gender. He’d been fooled before by a beautiful face. He pushed away those fears. He wasn’t starting a romantic relationship with her, just trying to get out of a difficult situation alive. He had to trust her and she had to trust him. Neither of them had anyone else at the moment.
He watched her move through the store, stopping every few minutes to toss something into her basket. She moved smoothly and determinedly, not like someone on the run and frightened. She put on a good act. He knew she was frightened. He’d seen her hands shaking after Mason had attacked her. She wasn’t downplaying the danger they were in. She simply wasn’t allowing it to control her. Amazing. He imagined her job as a nurse had trained her to stay calm in a crisis situation. That would definitely work in their favor today.
He started the engine as she exited the store and slid into the passenger’s seat. “Any trouble?”
“Nope.” She held out a baseball cap. “I got this for you. I thought you might need it since most of the police force knows your face. It won’t hide you completely, but if you wear it low, it might shade your face a little.”
“That’s a good idea. Thank you.” He slid the cap onto his head and pulled it low.
She nodded approvingly, then pulled out a Twizzlers and bit into it before offering him one.
“Candy?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“I eat when I’m nervous.” She pulled out the phone she’d purchased to set it up as he drove, plugging it into the outlet to charge. “I had the cashier activate it for me on his cell after he explained that you had to activate it from another phone. I told him if I had another phone, I wouldn’t be buying this one.” She pulled up the maps on the browser and her face fell. “We were right. The bridge and the access road are the only two routes out of town. If there are any others, they’re not on this map.”
He looked over her shoulder at the phone, noticing the sweet scent of her hair and how soft it was as it tickled his cheek. He moved a bit so it was no longer touching him. He couldn’t go there, couldn’t even think it. Falling for this woman wasn’t an option, so it was better not to tempt fate.
He took the phone from her and dialed Matt’s cell number, thankful when he heard his voice on the line.
“I’m in trouble,” he said when Matt answered. “My cover’s been blown.”
“What happened?” Matt’s voice was serious.
“I’m not sure. Mason Webber had my file.” He glanced at Holly then lowered his voice. “My real file, Matt. How did that happen? I thought the DOJ buried it.”
“I’m not sure, but I’ll find out. What’s your status?”
“He shot me. Don’t worry, it’s just a graze. But we’re on the run.”
“We?”
“I’m with a woman. Holly Mathis, a nurse at the med center. She’s the widow of Mason’s old partner. He attacked her, too. He said he was going to set it up to look like I was obsessed with her, killed her and then killed myself. He also claimed the boss was someone high up in the town. He said they had the coroner under their control.”
“But he didn’t give you a name?”
“No, but when Holly went to the police, Chief Waggoner tried to hand her over to Mason. He’s definitely dirty.”
“We’ll figure this out once you’re both safe. Where are you?”
“A convenience store on the south side of town.”
“Wait, you’re still in Northshore? You’ve got to get out of there.”
“We tried. All the roads are blocked. Mason has had me labeled as a dirty cop and told everyone at the precinct I kidnapped Holly. The whole force is out there looking for me.”
“Let me make some calls,” Matt said. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. You just stay safe.”
Blake turned to look at Holly and realized he was now responsible for keeping them both alive and well. He hoped he was up to the task. “I’ll do my best,” he told Matt before he pressed the off key. “We need to find a place to hide while we think this out.”
“Should we go back to my friend’s apartment now that Mason is gone?”
“No, he may still be watching it. We can’t go to my place or yours, either.” He leaned back in his seat and sighed. His mind spun at the notion of making a wrong decision. The calm he saw in her eyes meant she was depending on him.
He wouldn’t let her down.
“I know a place where we can lay low for a while. It’s not a great option, but it’s secure.” He pulled onto the road and headed west. He knew this place from his patrols. It was seedy and run-down, but hopefully it would be a safe haven for them at least for a little while until they figured out how to make their escape.
THREE
Blake drove into a part of town Holly knew by reputation only. Jimmy had always warned her against crossing over into this area. It was a notorious hangout for junkies and gangs and was known to be dangerous. Tourists were steered away from this part of the lake and even the hospital paramedics shared horror stories of coming into the area to respond to emergencies.
And Blake was choosing to go here.
“What are we doing here?”
“We need a place to hide until we can figure this out.” He pulled up to a seedy motel and cut the engine.
“Are we really going to stay here?”
“This places takes cash and doesn’t ask questions. It’s our best option right now.”
He reached out to touch her arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. No one will bother you as long as you’re with me.”
His assurance did make her feel better, but it didn’t prevent her apprehension as he got out of the truck and entered the office. She could see him inside, through the glass doors, handing over cash to the clerk and receiving a key.
He returned to the truck then drove around to the back of the complex. He led her into a small but neat room. It had a double bed, a dinette set and a dresser with a small television mounted to it.
The phone he’d slipped into his pocket rang and Blake answered. “Matt, what’s the news?”
His expression fell. “I understand.” He ended the call then grabbed th
e remote. “Matt said the chief is on TV.” He switched on the television to breaking news coverage.
Chief Waggoner was standing at a podium and Blake’s photo was in a box at the corner of the screen. “This is Officer Blake Michaels, a recent hire with the Northshore PD. We’re sad to report that we believe Officer Michaels to be a threat to our town. We’re currently investigating his wrongdoings and will update more on that later, but what we do know is that he assaulted a fellow officer as he attempted to prevent Michaels from abducting a female nurse at the medical center early this morning. The hostage’s name is not being released just yet.”
Indignation rushed through her. “I can’t believe he’s sticking with the story that you kidnapped me.” She felt her face flush in anger. If she’d had any doubts about Chief Waggoner, they were all gone now. She steamed, thinking about all the times since Jimmy died that he’d acted like her friend. When she’d showed him the papers from the journal, she’d thought he’d been upset to learn Jimmy had uncovered corruption in the department, but now she wondered differently. Every conversation she’d had with him took on new meaning. Had he spent the past months pressing her for information about what Jimmy might have told her? How had she mistaken the questions with just being kind?
Blake seemed unsurprised by the development. She realized he’d been right all along. He’d known how they would spin this. He’d tried to warn her—and she hadn’t believed him. No, she had to be honest with herself. She had believed him. She just hadn’t wanted to believe him. She’d been so consumed with protecting herself from more heartache and grief that she’d fooled herself into wishful thinking. She’d suspected the truth about the Northshore PD ever since finding that journal. So far she’d only read the passages about Mason, but she’d scanned the rest and knew other officers were mentioned in it. She’d known her husband was investigating dirty cops. She just hadn’t wanted to believe it went as high as the chief of police.
In the midst of her struggle with Mason, she recalled she’d cried out to God. She blamed Him for this mess. He’d allowed all this to happen. He was the one who’d taken her husband from her and made her a widow at twenty-seven. Now He’d brought Mason Webber into her life.
She shuddered. “I can’t believe this. Your own police department just labeled you a kidnapper. What do we do now?”
“We wait. My friends will take care of this. They’ll find us a way out of town.”
His friends. She’d heard him reference the DOJ in the car when he was speaking to his friend Matt. He’d told her about the drug trafficking and corruption investigations. Had he contacted the DOJ for backup? She folded her arms and locked eyes with him. “I think it’s time you told me exactly what’s going on. Who do you keep calling? And what does the DOJ have to do with it?”
He pushed his hand through his dark hair and sighed. “I’ve been working undercover for the past nine months as part of a joint task force between the DEA and DOJ. Somehow, Mason found out who I really was.”
She was stunned by his revelation. He wasn’t just a small-town cop investigating his fellow officers. He was a federal agent, a plant, someone who had voluntarily put himself into this position. She turned away, thinking of Jimmy and instinctively knowing he would have liked Blake. They both had the trait of jumping into the fire in the name of justice.
He knelt beside her, his expression one of compassion, and he squeezed her hands in a comforting manner. “I’m sorry you got pulled into this, Holly. I really am, but we’re not alone in this. Matt and the agencies will come through for us. We have people on our side and, most importantly, we have the Lord with us.”
She stared into his eyes and her heart clenched. He really believed that. She had believed it once, too, but now she figured God had forsaken her. She could put her trust in Blake Michaels to keep her safe, but she wasn’t ready to put her faith back in God to do anything for her.
* * *
Blake walked to the vending machine and slipped in a handful of coins. It wasn’t a real meal, but it would have to do for now until he could figure out a plan. Holly was depending on him for answers and he didn’t have any. He’d heard the concern in Matt’s voice. They were in real trouble. If the corruption went to the highest levels in town, they might have to fight to protect themselves.
The hairs on his neck prickled and he sensed someone watching him. He glanced around, spotting a figure on an outside balcony. Discouragement bit at him. He recognized the man as a local drug dealer. And he would no doubt report Blake’s presence at the motel to Mason. They couldn’t remain here.
He walked back into the room. When he’d left her, she’d seemed in a daze. Now she was pacing, determination locked into her expression.
“We can’t stay here,” he told her. “We have to leave now.”
“What happened?”
“Someone spotted us. I’m sure he’s on the phone to Mason as we speak. We should go now.”
She went with him to the car without further questioning, but once inside, she said, “Tell me about the drug trafficking.”
She had a right to know everything since her life was tied into his now. “There’s this drug called Trixie. It’s extremely dangerous and the manufacture and distribution operation is massive. My friend Matt busted up a ring in Tennessee last year but it was only part of a bigger organization. The DEA has been working with the DOJ to try to find the manufacturing facility and they believe it’s right here in Northshore. I was tasked with infiltrating the department to try to find it.”
“Don’t the DOJ or DEA have some other way of ascertaining where this drug den is? Surely they have access to satellite imaging. Why don’t they just bust it?”
“They’ve gotten some good leads, but they’ve been burned several times—getting close only to have the labs pack up and move. It’s courtesy for the Feds to alert local law enforcement before they execute a raid. After a few times, they started to suspect police involvement. That’s when they partnered with the DOJ.”
“I don’t understand. Which agency do you work for?”
“Neither.”
“Then how did you get roped into taking this job?”
He shrugged. “I was in a place in my life where I needed a change. I used to be sheriff of my hometown. It was right about the time I was ready for a change that Matt approached me about this task force. They needed someone to go into the precinct, someone with certain characteristics that might lead to an invitation into corruption.” He didn’t tell her about the betrayal he’d suffered or Miranda’s death. That was too much detail and he wasn’t ready to delve into it with anyone.
“So your friend thought you were believable as a dirty cop? Either he’s not a great friend, or there’s something you’re not telling me about your time as a sheriff.”
“Something did happen, but it had nothing to do with my job as a police officer. However, Matt thought I could use it to infiltrate this group.”
She gave him a wry smile. “Nice friends.”
“No, he’s a good friend. He knew I needed something else to focus on besides what was going on in my life.”
“Look,” Holly said, “we should start with figuring out who we can trust. Sometimes in nursing if there’s a problem, it takes someone else to look at it to see what’s happening. A new perspective, if you will.”
He nodded. “I agree we need help. Was there anyone specific on the force that Jimmy trusted?”
“I’m not sure. You’ve been there for the past nine months. Isn’t there anyone in the police department that you trust?”
He pulled his hands through his hair. He’d thought Waggoner was a stand-up guy and he’d been wrong. But he had to start thinking differently. He’d gone in looking to bond with the troublemakers. He’d made it his mission and he’d rubbed some people the wrong way in doing so. Maybe he should focus instead on th
ose on the force who hadn’t approved of his choice of friends.
One name rose to the surface. He didn’t know if he could trust Gabriel or not, but Holly was right. They couldn’t wait around to be either captured or rescued. They had to do something—and it could be something dangerous.
* * *
Blake drove past Gabriel Butler’s house. Everything seemed quiet on the street and Holly noticed a car in the driveway. The lights were on inside the house, too, so he was definitely home. But would he help them? And could they trust him?
Blake parked several houses down and they got out. She jumped when he drew his gun. It stunned her and somehow made this all the more real. She nodded to let him know she was okay then followed him toward the house.
“Should I knock?” Holly asked when they reached the front door. “He might not recognize me right away.”
He nodded then moved out of view of the peephole. She rapped on the door and listened as footsteps approached. Her gut told her someone was behind that door staring at her through the peephole. She held her breath in anticipation. Would he even open the door for her?
Seconds later she heard the lock click and the door opened. Blake pushed her aside then stepped in front of her. He raised his gun to the stunned man’s head.
“There’s no cash in the house,” Gabriel said, coolly looking at them both as if they were common criminals.
“We’re not looking for money,” Blake said, pushing him back inside. Holly followed, closed the door behind them and turned the latch. “Do you know who I am?”
Gabriel stared at him then nodded slowly. “Blake Michaels. You’re NPD’s most wanted today.” He slowly lowered his hands. “What do you two want with me?”
“I’m not here to hurt you, Gabriel. I just want to talk.” To prove his intention, Blake lowered the gun and tucked it into his waistband.
Gabriel’s color began to return. “I’m not sure what we have to talk about.”
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