by Dana Mentink
“What do you mean?”
He walked to the window and opened one of the curtains to check out the other trailers. No one was watching, at least that he could see, and if anyone was, he was just returning Kelly’s belongings. “It would be better if you just trusted me and left.”
She tried not to gape. “Trusted you? How can you even ask that after you walked out on me?” She fought for calm. “All your professed love evaporated as soon as you got wind of Charlie. The responsibility scared the love right out of you. That’s a guy I’m supposed to trust again?”
“That isn’t why…” He broke off. His voice was low and soft when he answered. “I guess not, but I’m asking you to anyway.”
She bit down on her impatience. “Why? What’s going on here? I’m not leaving, so you might as well tell me.”
“Did Devin Ackerman hire you?”
She shrugged. “He told me his boss, Martin Chenko, did.”
“On Ackerman’s recommendation?”
“I suppose. Devin brought Gleeson into the clinic. I was just subbing there for a girl on maternity leave so it was actually my last week. He liked my work, and I suppose he recommended me to Mr. Chenko.”
“Don’t trust Ackerman, Kelly. You’ve got to get away from him.”
“Why?” Her voice came out louder than she’d intended. Charlie stirred in the bed, and she lowered her volume. “What do you know about him?”
Shane turned determined eyes on her. “He killed Olivia.”
“How…?” She tried again, head still whirling from the shock. “How do you know that?”
“There are lots of reasons which would take too long to give you now. Main point is my brother is in jail awaiting a murder trial for killing his wife, while Ackerman is the real killer.”
“I’m sorry about Todd. I know how much you love him.” The truth finally dawned on her. “So that’s why you entered this race? To wander around pretending to be a racer to somehow find proof that Ackerman is guilty? That’s not much of a plan.”
“I’m going to find a lead to locate Ellen Brown, the woman who provided Ackerman’s alibi. Someone here will know how to find her. Many of these people raced with her last year.”
“Shane, that’s crazy. You’re desperate to help your brother—I get that—I feel the same way about my sister. But this isn’t logical or rational.”
“I’m past rational.” Shane’s faced blazed with emotion. “We mortgaged the ranch and hired the best lawyer we could afford, and you know what? It still looks like Todd is going to be convicted, even though I know he’s innocent.”
“Just because he’s innocent doesn’t make Ackerman guilty.”
Shane shook his head. “I’m not going to get into the details. Please, Kelly. I want you to leave before you get hurt.”
The look he gave her made her feel dizzy, as if she’d just stepped off a merry-go-round. That face that had lit up at the sight of her, the mouth that kissed her with the promise of forever, the mischievous eyes that looked at her now, shimmering with loss and heartbreak. Whether or not Shane was right about Ackerman, he believed wholeheartedly that the man was a killer.
She glanced over at Charlie. He was so small and vulnerable, and he had experienced more pain than a child ever should. She straightened. “I’ve already been hurt worse than I ever imagined, and I’m not leaving.”
Shane was still, as if he was in another place with his thoughts. Then he nodded. “I’ll let you get some sleep now.”
She watched him walk into the darkness, headed for the trailer two spaces away from hers, head bowed against the heavy mist. He didn’t look back at her, and she found herself oddly disappointed.
Follow your own advice, Kelly. Stay away from him, and the whole thing will be over soon enough.
She saw him fish the key out of his pocket. Then he stiffened, head cocked.
Something about the posture made her hold her breath. The weak porch light cast shadows against the trailer as he stood there, key in hand. She watched as he backed quietly away, before she poked her head out of her trailer door.
“What is it, Shane?” she whispered.
He darted a look at her.
“Someone’s in my trailer. Go inside and lock your door.”
Her body grew cold. “What are you going to do?”
He flashed her an almost grin, reminding her of the cocky Shane Mason she used to know. And love.
Then he vanished into the shadows. Kelly followed his advice and shut herself inside, but she opened the curtains and slid the window open. Heart in her throat, she considered calling someone to help Shane, until she remembered that her phone was on the floor of her car, wedged in the canyon. There was no one to call anyway, except Uncle Bill—and he was nearly two hours away.
The air was heavy with the promise of more rain. Droplets of mist danced in the air near the various porch lights, leaving the rest of the area cloaked in darkness, redolent with the scent of wet earth. She strained to make out any sign of Shane. It was quiet, except for the clunk of wet pine needles falling now and again to the metal roof of the trailer.
The situation was nearly preposterous as she considered Shane’s wild allegations against Ackerman and his plan to pose as a racer to sniff out proof. She knew he was grief-stricken, so consumed by worry for his brother that he’d convinced himself Devin was some sort of calculating murderer. Her heart squeezed at the thought of his paranoia. He was not like the Shane she’d known, brash and unafraid of anything.
Except when Charlie had showed up.
Through all the anger and hurt at his abandonment, she could not shake the notion that there was a strange and unaccountable fear inside him. She’d just turned to check on Charlie when a shout cut through the silence. Out in the darkness, she saw a blur of movement. Shane? Someone else? She couldn’t tell.
Another shout brought her out on the front porch and into the night. She ran toward the sound until Shane barreled around the corner. “What happened?”
He was breathing hard and unable to answer when Devin Ackerman jogged up. “What’s going on?” he demanded, hands on his hips. His dark hair was expensively cut, a tiny diamond stud winking in his ear.
Shane straightened. “Someone was in my trailer, going through my stuff.”
Devin blinked. “Who would want to do that?”
They were interrupted by the arrival of Martin Chenko on a golf cart. He pulled to a stop in time to hear Shane’s explanation. He stepped out of the golf cart and smiled broadly, his stocky frame a few inches shorter than Devin’s. Kelly guessed him to be in his early forties, fit and hearty. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Devin explained. “I’m sure it was nothing. Probably someone got disoriented and went into your trailer by mistake.”
Shane fixed Chenko with a dubious look. “The lock was picked. I thought I saw someone running away.”
Chenko’s thick eyebrows shot up. “Now why would anyone want to do that?”
Devin laughed. “When I heard you shouting, I thought someone had set their trailer on fire.” He clapped Shane on the shoulder. “It’s your imagination. You probably left your door unlocked. Too much late-night TV.”
Kelly saw Shane stiffen, but he did not pull away.
“We don’t have any dishonest racers around here, now do we?” Devin asked.
Kelly thought there was a challenge in Devin’s eyes before he turned to her.
“Kelly,” he said, clasping her hands in his, long fingers wrapping around hers. “I’m so glad you’re okay after what you’ve been through today. It’s like a bad movie or something.”
She wanted to pull away, disentangle herself from his grasp. “It turned out okay, thanks to Shane.”
Devin didn’t look at him. “I’m relieved.”
She finally managed to pull her fingers from his when Chenko spoke. “Wouldn’t do to lose our nurse before we even kicked off the race. So glad you’re okay. And the boy, too? Charlie? Is he all right?�
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“Perfectly fine, thank the Lord.”
“How did you make it here so fast?” Shane asked Devin.
“I was out for a walk.”
Shane stared at him. “Bad weather for a stroll.”
A flicker of emotion passed across Devin’s face, but the smile never faded. “I’m not afraid of a little water. Lucky you aren’t, either. Lucky for Kelly here, too. We watched your progress via your GPS, but by the time we got close enough to help, you’d done your hero thing.”
Shane shrugged.
Chenko sighed. “It’s chilly out here. How about we all go to my cottage and we’ll have some coffee? I was just looking over the routes again and trying to think of some alternate plans if the rain continues.”
Shane shook his head. “No, thanks.”
Devin turned to Kelly. “We really just want to meet this lovely lady anyway,” he said with a chuckle. “How about it, Ms. Cloudman? Coffee? It’s boring just talking to Chenko, no offense.”
Chenko shook his head in amusement. “I’m a businessman, not an entertainer.”
Kelly felt Shane’s gaze boring into her, though she didn’t meet his eyes. “Thanks very much, but I need to get back to Charlie.”
She walked to her trailer, suddenly feeling a strange anxiety building in her stomach. Increasing her pace, she covered the ground quickly, confusion roiling through her. Shane’s wild accusations, Devin’s overly friendly gestures and her near drowning crowded through her mind, and she felt desperate to cocoon herself in her trailer with Charlie cradled in her arms. Entering quietly, she heaved a sigh of relief.
The horrible night was over. At least she could hold on to that. She breathed a prayer of thanks and eased off the flip-flops Gwen had loaned her, tiptoeing into the tiny bedroom.
Her heart thunked to a painful stop when reality hit home.
Charlie was gone.
FOUR
Kelly could not make a sound. Terror pricked her skin and froze her vocal cords. She ran to the bed and flung the covers off, checking underneath and in the small closets.
No Charlie.
She slammed into the small bathroom and checked every cupboard and cranny.
He was gone. Charlie was gone.
Body moving in spite of her fear, she ran out the front of the trailer, the door banging into the metal siding. Chenko and Devin were in the golf cart, headed back toward their cabins.
“Help!” she screamed, but they were too far away. She whirled in a circle, looking for some sign of the little boy. A light rain fell in icy needles, but she did not feel it.
“Charlie!” she yelled over the pattering drizzle.
Then Shane was there, turning her in his arms. “What is it?”
“Charlie’s gone. He’s not in the trailer.” She looked helplessly around until her eyes went toward the riverbed beyond the campground.
A strange look crossed Shane’s face as he followed her gaze, a mix of disbelief and horror. Without a word, he turned and ran toward the water. She was about to follow, when a flicker of movement caught her eye. Several yards away, illuminated by a porch light fixed to the side of the lodge, she saw a woman holding something.
Kelly moved closer until she could make out that the bundle in the woman’s arms was a boy.
Charlie.
She ran, yelling his name, and the woman looked up. It was Gwen, her face eerie in the dim light, a faraway look on her face amid the swirl of hair.
“Charlie,” Kelly said, tears on her face. Gwen held him out and she pulled him into her arms. “What happened?”
Gwen blinked. “He was walking around looking for you. I was going to bring him back to your trailer.”
“Walking around?” She looked at Charlie, who seemed dazed. He had been known to sleepwalk when he was disturbed about something, and the day had been traumatic, to say the least. Had he awakened and been disoriented? She kissed his forehead and tucked him under her chin, gently squeezing the comforting weight of him to reassure herself that he was really there, safe, unhurt.
Forcing in a calming breath, she looked at Gwen. “Thank you for finding him.”
Gwen’s eyes were fixed on Charlie. “He’s so sweet.”
“Yes, he is.”
Droplets of water collected on her hair. “You’re lucky to have him.”
Something in the way she said it, the longing in her voice, made Kelly draw back a pace. “Definitely. Thank you again, Gwen.”
She nodded and shoved her hands in her pockets before she walked into the rain.
Kelly hunched her shoulders to keep the cold wind off Charlie as she headed back to the trailer. Shane ran up, face wild and desperate until he saw her holding the boy. The emotion shimmered on his face, intensified perhaps by the watery moonlight, and it confused Kelly. The raw anguish she saw there disappeared under an easy smile.
“He’s okay, Kell?”
“Gwen found him sleepwalking.”
Shane opened the door for her as she eased Charlie up the steps. She unwrapped him from the wet blanket, and he blinked at her.
“Charlie, honey, did you go outside?”
He mumbled something and allowed Kelly to ease him under the covers.
Shane gave her a questioning look as they tiptoed into the kitchen area.
“He sleepwalks sometimes when he’s upset.”
Shane nodded. “The flood?”
“Probably.”
He cocked his head, water droplets plunking softly to the floor. “Why do you look worried?”
She stiffened and turned away to drape the blanket over a chair. “It’s nothing.”
He put his hand out and gently caressed her shoulder. “Nope. I can tell when nothing is something. You used to call me a mind reader, remember?”
She felt the flicker of familiar comfort from his touch, hands that had held and reassured her, thrilled and strengthened her. Pulling away, she turned to face him. “Maybe you can’t read me so well anymore, Shane.”
“And maybe I can.” He fixed her with eyes so intense, she could not look away. “You think something isn’t right.”
She folded her arms. “Not really. It’s just that Gwen is…” She struggled to find the words.
“Hiding something? I’m not surprised. Gwen turns up with Charlie, and Gleeson seems to know more about me than he should. Good reasons to pack up and go.”
“But you’re staying.”
“I have to. My brother is out of options.” He reached out to her, but she did not let him touch her.
“Go, Kelly. Take off while you can.”
“I’m not going.”
He sighed, a defeated look coming over his face. “We’ll leave it for now. We can talk more in the morning. Lock up, okay?”
She turned the bolt as soon as Shane left, stifling her instinct to peek out the window and watch him leave. Slipping off her damp clothes and pulling on an oversized T-shirt, she crawled under the covers next to Charlie and listened to the reassuring ebb and flow of his breathing. Paddy Paws joined them.
Kelly whispered a prayer of profound gratitude and turned off the light. Closing her eyes, she remembered Shane’s expression as he came up from the river. She had never seen Shane Mason afraid of anything, but the anguish written on his face spoke of something from the past, something dark and terrifying imprinted on his soul.
Shivering, she pulled the blankets tighter and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Shane awoke to Gleeson pounding on his door the next morning. His body complained from the rough treatment the previous night as he greeted Gleeson.
“Good news,” Gleeson bellowed as he clapped Shane on the shoulder. “After your idiot stunt on the ropes yesterday, Chenko approved you to race. We’re good to go for a one o’clock prelim to familiarize everyone with the course. Then we start tomorrow.”
Shane blinked. “One o’clock. Got it.”
Gleeson looked around the trailer. “Heard you thought someone broke in.”
“Ho
w’d you hear that?”
“Ackerman told me this morning. Said you’re crazy to think someone here would rifle through your stuff.”
“That’s me. Crazy Shane.”
Gleeson’s smile vanished. “Not making too many friends, Matthews. Folks don’t like being accused.”
“I haven’t accused anyone. Yet.”
Gleeson’s eyes narrowed. After a moment he smiled. “Whatever. All I care about is the prelim at 1:00. Have your bike ready, and we’ll hope this rain doesn’t delay things.”
“Where’s Ackerman?”
Gleeson looked surprised. “In the lodge eating breakfast, along with everyone else. Why?”
“Just wanted to check in on a few things.”
“What things?”
Shane gave him a grin. “Nothing that concerns you, Mother Gleeson.”
“Why did I ever take you on as a partner? You’re gonna make trouble before this thing is over.”
You have no idea. Shane followed him out. The morning was cool, water still dripping from the juniper trees that clustered around the campground. The sun had not yet fully risen, the weak light illuminating veils of clouds.
The lodge was crowded with racers clutching coffee cups and crowded around long tables. A breakfast of fruit, granola, scrambled eggs and juices was set up buffet-style in the corner. He scanned the room immediately for Kelly and Charlie, but he didn’t spot them. Shane noticed Ackerman talking to Betsy, who laughed and toyed with her braid. Ackerman was sandwiched between chatting racers, and Shane couldn’t get close so he poured himself some coffee and took a spot near the door. Chenko appeared at his elbow, looking tired. He lifted his cup in salute.
“Thank goodness for coffee,” he said.
Shane nodded, taking in the shadows under the race producer’s eyes. “Bad night?”
Chenko sighed. “It’s the weather. You can circumvent nearly any race obstacle that arises, but not the weather. That annoys me.”
“Have you cancelled races before?”
“Almost. Last year the weather was unpredictable, too. There was an accident on the riding leg of the race. Had to borrow horses from a local.”
