Christmas Justice

by Robin Perini

  “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.

  What on earth was he doing here? And how had he gotten in without her noticing?

  Boomer’s barks mixed with growls and intensified.

  Before she could wrap her brain around what was happening, Sadie felt herself being hauled toward the front door. The recollection of being snatched in daylight two years ago flooded her. His behavior brought up horrible memories. No way would Nick Campbell abduct her. Not a chance.

  But what, besides a feeling that she could trust him, did she know about Nick? His brown eyes and black hair were almost always covered by a ball cap and shades. His shoulders hunkered forward, masking his true height. She hadn’t fully realized his lethal potential until he stood behind her, his masculine chest flush with her back. She was five-foot-seven and he dwarfed her. He had to be more than six feet tall. Maybe six-one?

  Neither his height nor his mannerisms had intimidated her before. She’d felt a sizzle of attraction, but then most of the women in Creek Bend seemed eager to get to know him better. With his forearm locked like a vise grip around her waist, she suddenly realized just how strong and buff he truly was.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she whispered, choking down the anger rising inside her.

  “No time to explain.”

  Hell if she’d wait. She wasn’t about to be caught with no means of self-preservation again. She wasn’t defenseless as she’d been before.

  The first principle of judo was never to oppose strength to strength. Sadie shifted her weight enough to kick off the wall. She bucked, trying to throw him off balance while bracing herself to land on the painted concrete floor.

  Didn’t work.

  Strong as an ox, he’d anticipated the move and counteracted by placing his feet in an athletic stance and tightening his grip. “I’ll drag you out of here kicking and screaming if I have to, but we’ll most likely both be killed.”

  “I can’t leave my dog. Boomer’s back there,” she said, hating how her voice quivered and got all shaky with fear. She’d sworn no man would make her feel defenseless again. She realized, on some level, he was there to help, but she could walk for herself.

  She kicked and wiggled. His grip was too tight.

  It surprised her that a nerdy work-at-home radiologist knew how to counteract her martial arts moves. He also knew the back of the bakery well enough to navigate in the dark. She couldn’t even do that without bumping into something and she’d worked there for a year.

  Fighting was no use. She would bide her time and break free the second the opportunity presented.

  “I’ll go back for him. Once you’re safe in the truck,” he said. “Trust me.”

  She snorted. “Why? Because I know so much about you?”

  “I can explain everything. Once you’re out of danger.”

  Bright Christmas lights lit a cloudless sky. Once they were out of the building, she could see. Nick’s expression was that of soldier on the front line.

  He tucked her in the truck and then closed the door. The lock clicked. Trust him?

  The door handle didn’t work. She rammed the door. All that did was hurt her shoulder. Try again and there’d be a nasty bruise. There had to be another way. She banged on the window. “Hey!”

  She tried to pop the lock. Nothing.

  Spinning onto her back, she used a front kick to drive the heel of her foot into the door, praying she could find the sweet spot. No good.

  She scrambled to the front seat. By the time she gripped the handle, she heard a horrific boom from the alley. The bakery caught fire. She couldn’t catch her breath enough to scream.

  The world closed in around her, and her stomach wrenched. Boomer!

  Shattered glass littered the sidewalk. Thick black smoke bellowed from every opening.

  What was left of the front door kicked open and out strode Nick, coughing, with her hundred-pound mutt in his arms.

  As soon as she got a good look at him saving her dog, her heart squeezed and a voice inside her head warned, Uh-oh.

  Out of the ashes and burning timber, he moved toward her, carrying her dog as if Boomer weighed nothing. Nick opened the back door of the truck and gently placed the dog on the seat.

  “What’s going on? Who are you really?”

  There was something about his compassion with the animal, something nonthreatening about him that kept Sadie’s nerves a notch below panic.

  His face was stoic. His jaw set. Determination creased his forehead now dark with ash. “You’re in serious trouble.”

  Icy tendrils closed around her chest. “What are you doing here showing up out of nowhere like that? Who was coming in the back door?”

  He started the ignition.

  “Start talking or I’m going to scream.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Or, better yet, take me home.”

  “No can do. And you needed help.”

  “Dammit, Nick, you’re creeping me out. You have to give me something more.”

  His determination was written all over his squared jaw. He had obviously saved her life. He wasn’t there to hurt her. She didn’t know why he’d shown up. Nothing made sense. “At least tell me where you’re taking me. I deserve to know what’s happening.”

  He kept one eye trained on the rearview mirror as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a badge. “I’m a U.S. Marshal.”

  Her brain scrambled. Where was Charlie? He was her handler. And what did Nick mean he was a U.S. Marshal? All those times he’d stopped in the bakery and led her to believe he was flirting with her caused a red blush to crawl up her neck. A piece of her had enjoyed his attention, too. What an idiot. Was he monitoring her situation the whole time? She needed to call Charlie and find out what was going on. For now, it was best to ignore her embarrassment and play dumb. “You’re a radiologist.”

  His lips parted in a dry crack of a smile. “You don’t believe me.”

  “Why didn’t you mention this before?”

  “It would’ve blown my cover.”

  * * *

  ANGER FLASHED IN Sadie’s big green eyes as her gaze darted around the vehicle. Her phone was her only connection to her handler, and it was just as lost as she looked. She turned her attention to him, glaring as if this was all his fault.

  “Sorry about your cell.” He pulled a new one from the dash and handed it to her. The movement called attention to the bruise she’d put on the inside of his forearm when she’d tried to kick out of his grasp earlier. The memory of her slim figure and sweet bottom pressed against him stirred an inappropriate sexual reaction. Her flour-dotted pale pink V-neck sweater and jeans fit like a second skin over a toned, feminine body. Her fresh-baked-bread-and-lily scent filled the cab. “I didn’t have time to retrieve your purse.”

  She looked at the phone as if it was a hot grenade. “Why should I trust you?”

  Nick couldn’t blame her. Her world was about to be turned upside down again, and he sensed she knew on some level. “You don’t have a choice. I apologize for that.”

  She recoiled, most likely remembering being forced away from the only life she’d known in Chicago two years ago. His surveillance told him she’d made a home in Creek Bend and a friend in her new boss. The two had become close. Claire and her baby were a surrogate family to Sadie. He didn’t like taking it all away again. He bit back frustration.

  “Where are you taking me?” The fear in her voice was like a sucker punch to his solar plexus.

  “Somewhere safe. Charlie’s dead.”

  She gasped. Her shaky hand covered her mouth.

  “How do you know? Did you...?”

  “No. Of course not.” She’d been taught not to believe anyone but Charlie. He had no idea how she would react now. He’d have to keep a close eye on her during the ride. “I know this is a lot to digest.”

  She sat there tight-lipped, looking as though she’d bolt if given the chance.

  “This is real. You’re in danger. I’m here to help.
”

  Her angry glare trained on him. “Prove he’s dead.”

  “Can’t. Not tonight, anyway.”

  “Why? Shouldn’t there be a news report? A U.S. Marshal dying should make the headlines.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Then explain it to me slowly.” She clenched her jaw muscles. Impatience and fear radiated from her narrow-eyed glare.

  With her wavy brown hair pulled off her face in a ponytail, she could pass for a coed. Her lips were full, sexy. Not that they were his business. “He was found in his bed. A bullet through his brain. The agency is keeping his death under wraps.”

  “Oh, God. He was a nice man.”

  Nick bit out a derisive snort. “Good guys don’t get in bed with the enemy.”

  “Are you saying what I think you are?” she asked incredulously.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “I don’t believe you. He brought me here. Set me up with this job. He would not help them.”

  He arched his brow. “Because he did a few nice things for you, he can’t possibly turn into one of them?”

  She stared at the road in front of them. If she bit down any harder on her bottom lip, she might chew right through it. “Don’t twist my words. I know he was a family man. He cared about his work. I knew him better than you did. He wouldn’t turn on me. Not now. Not after two years. Besides, what would he have to gain in hurting me?”

  “Malcolm Grimes has been broken out of jail and someone on the inside helped. Your handler showed up at the prison two days before he escaped.”

  Her tight grip on her nerves shattered. Just like when a rubber band broke, Nick could almost see the pieces of rubber splintering in all directions. Her eyes closed. Her fingers pressed to her temples. Her body visibly shook. “He’s out? Just like that?”

  “I’m afraid so.”

  Her eyes snapped open and her gaze locked on to him. “How can you let that happen? Now he’s free to come after me?” Her voice shook with terror.

  “That’s why I’m here.”

  “Let me get this straight. Grimes is out, and you automatically suspect Charlie? Wouldn’t he be alive right now if he’d helped?”

  “Not if he crossed Grimes. He was executed in his own bed. Someone was making a statement.”

  Weariness crept over her face as she gripped the phone, closed her eyes again and rocked back in her seat. “The first thing Grimes does after killing Charlie is come after me? Why? Wouldn’t he figure you’d be waiting for him?”

  “Your file’s missing from Charlie’s place.”

  She drummed her index finger on the cell.

  “I’m supposed to tell you ‘Pandora.’”

  The tension in her face eased slightly even though she didn’t speak. Her movement smoothed, timed with her calmer breaths. She stopped tapping on the cell. The safe word resonated. “Any idea why my boss chose Pandora as your safe word?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Care to fill me in?” It wasn’t as if he was asking for her Social Security number.

  “Not really.” A solemn expression settled on her almond-shaped face. “The bakery. Did they blow it up because of me?”

  “Most likely.”

  “That was all Claire had to support her baby and now it’s gone. Why didn’t they just shoot me straight out?”

  He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Good question. My guess is they were trying to ensure there’d be no mistakes. Easier to just blow up a building with you in it. Also has the added benefit of looking like it was an accident. It’s tidier. Leaves less of a trail.”

  “So, it’s over. Just like that. I walk away from everything I know one more time because of these jerks. I’m on the move again?”

  He nodded.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong,” she said fiercely.

  “I know.”

  “Is this what I can expect the rest of my life? Because some guys want to murder and maim me?” She drummed her hands on the dash. Her tension was on the rise again.

  “It shouldn’t happen to good people.”

  “Save the speech. I’ve heard it before. ‘Nice folks deserve better than this, but we have to do what we can to protect you. It’s not your fault. Sometimes the system doesn’t work.’”

  “It’s true.”

  She pressed her lips together. “Yeah? Well, your system sucks.”

  He could appreciate her anger. When his youngest sister was kidnapped and beaten by a crazed ex-boyfriend, Nick had hunted the teen down and nearly ended up in prison himself. His mom intervened while his grandmother called 911 to stop him from meting out his own justice. Sadie’s haunted expression reminded him of his kid sister.

  Under the circumstances, Sadie was doing well. Damn that his own anger rose thinking about the past. He already felt a connection to Sadie. His protective instincts flew into high gear the moment someone breached the bakery. He shouldn’t care this much about a witness. “It’ll keep you alive if you let it.”

  A beat of silence sat between them.

  He risked a glance in her direction. A ball of fury formed in his throat at the tears streaming down her pink cheeks. From what he’d observed in the few weeks he’d been in Creek Bend, she worked hard. She was always on time. By all accounts she did a great job. He already knew about her resilience and courage. She seemed decent and kind. She deserved so much more.

  He might have to take away her home again, but he would keep her safe.

  Rather than debate the quality of the WitSec program at the U.S. Marshals Service, he dropped his defenses. The experience of growing up with four women under the same roof had taught him a thing or two about the point at which he’d lost a battle. He didn’t need any of his experience to see this one was long gone. He raised his hands in the universal sign of surrender then dropped them right back on the steering wheel. “I didn’t say any of that to upset you.”

  She folded her arms. “It’s fine. I guess you’re right. The program probably helps a lot of people. Just not me. I get to be the exception. I might be the unluckiest person on the planet. Even a program meant to help people makes my life miserable.”

  “For what it’s worth, I’m truly sorry.”

  She looked at him long and hard. Her green-eyed stare pierced him. “Your boss, Mr. Smith, said whatever I stepped into opened a Pandora’s box because they started fighting to take over Grimes’s territory.”

  “Sounds like something my boss would say.” He clenched his back teeth. “It did. Violent crime shot through the roof after we put Grimes away.”

  “Doesn’t seem like I helped by having him locked away.”

  “Testifying was still the right thing to do. You saved a lot of innocent lives.”

  “Did I? Not mine. And what about Claire? Now I’ve ruined the business of the one person who I could count on as a friend.”

  “She’ll receive money. I guarantee it. Citizens are safer with these guys off the streets.”

  “But they aren’t, are they?” she snapped. “I wasn’t even the one Grimes wanted. They kidnapped me by mistake. The woman they were after moved away and disappeared. She was smart. Not me. I believed your boss. I testified. Look at me now. Shouldn’t you check in with him or something?” She palmed the cell, scrolling through the names in the contact list with her thumb.

  It didn’t take long.

  There were only two. Nick Campbell. William Smith.

  They were the only two people in her world for now. Nick couldn’t imagine being that alone.

  “Nah. There’s only one reason I want you to call that number. Anything happens to me, don’t hesitate. Make contact. Smith will tell you where to go and what to do.”

  Her grip tightened on the cell phone. “But you’re with me. Anything happens to you and we’ll both be dead.”

  “Nothing’s going to happen to either of us. I promise. I only gave you the number to ease your concerns.”

  “If one U.S. Marshal’s already dead, our odds
don’t seem all that great.” Her words came out raspy and small.

  The back windshield shattered. The truck swerved as he slammed the brakes.

  A truck rammed his left bumper, sending his vehicle into a dangerous spin. He grasped the steering wheel, turning into the skid.

  Copyright © 2014 by Barb Han

  ISBN-13: 9781460343975

  Christmas Justice

  Copyright © 2014 by Robin L. Perini

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