Lorie’s stomach clenched. It was out there, whatever “it” was. Was it her pursuer? The person who had threatened everything she held dear?
A head emerged out of the trees, followed by a body supported by four spindly legs.
A deer.
Lorie giggled. It really was funny. She’d been frightened half out of her wits by Bambi.
Her cry of laughter woke Matt, whose eyes flew open.
“Is everything all right?”
Lorie put a finger to her lips.
“It was a deer,” she whispered.
Matt sat up. “Pity it isn’t hunting season. We could eat it.”
Eat Bambi? Lorie tamped down her instinctive horror. For survival, she could probably eat just about anything, but… “I don’t think I’m that hungry yet.”
“I—” Matt broke off.
“What is it?”
Matt held up his hand for silence.
Lorie froze, listening. Something else behind the deer alerted it, and the deer bounded off into the forest.
Someone was coming.
Matt drew his gun and aimed it at the trees.
In the darkness, a hoarse stage whisper echoed through the woods.
“Murdererrrrr.”
Fear stabbed Lorie through the heart. He was here!
A flash of red blinded her for a moment. Matt shoved her to the ground as a rifle report echoed across the valley. Sighting on the flash and the laser, Matt fired off three rounds at the shooter.
The noise of someone grunting in pain reached their ears as Mom and Dad wakened.
“What—?” Mom squeaked.
“Stay down!”
“Hey!” A new voice invaded the woods. “Someone’s shooting!”
The laser light disappeared as the shooter crashed through the woods.
*
A bulky figure with a flashlight came through the trees. Apparently he saw Matt’s gun, for he froze in his tracks.
Matt spoke into the night. “Stop right there! Don’t come any closer.”
“Hey, I’m not your shooter! I saw a man with a rifle running away as I arrived. Are you the folks whose car went down the ravine? We’ve been looking for you.”
“And you are?”
“Lanier County Volunteer Fire Search and Rescue. We’re the ones the 911 call went through to.”
“You got any ID?”
“Sure do.”
Margaret and Ben sat up, now that the danger was apparently past, but Matt noticed that Lorie seemed more wary, raising up on one elbow as if she wanted to be ready to flee if necessary. Smart girl.
The man came closer to the fire, holding out an ID card along with the flashlight.
“Sam McGee, Lanier County volunteer coordinator.”
“Matt MacGregor, Dainger County Sheriff’s Department.”
Matt shook his hand, squelching the impulse to grab the man’s flashlight and take off after the shooter. He couldn’t take that risk. Unlikely as it was, McGee could be one of the people after Lorie. Leaving the Narramores alone with anyone was not an option, even if he was with Search and Rescue.
“We’ve got a truck right up the mountain. Who was shooting at you?”
“Wish we knew. We’ve got some injuries. One man with broken ribs, everyone else with scrapes and contusions. I suppose you didn’t get a lead on the truck that ran us off the road.”
Sam shook his head. “Sorry. I’m just glad we found you. We were supposed to call off the search at dark, but I couldn’t rest.” He looked at Ben. “I don’t know how we’re going to get him up the mountain in the shape he’s in.”
“I was hoping for a helicopter.”
Sam chuckled. “Hope on. We don’t have one.”
Matt shook his head. “Figured it was a long shot.”
Sam took the radio from his belt clip. “W5DOG this is KG5OSB. Found ’em.”
The radio crackled. “Roger that, KG5OSB. Woohoo! What do you need, over?”
“Stretcher down to Foster’s Meadow, pronto, over.”
“Stretcher. Roger. Be there in fifteen.”
“And call the sheriff’s department. Let them know there’s a shooter.”
“Will do. W5DOG, over and out.”
“KG5OSB out.” Sam stuck the Handie-Talkie back on his belt.
Matt looked at Sam. “You armed?”
“Got a flare gun, but that won’t be much help against a rifle if your guy comes back.”
Matt turned his face to the woods. Maybe the shooter was gone. But the way his skin crawled, he was pretty sure they were still being watched.
“We need to douse the fire.”
Sam raised his eyebrows.
Lorie said nothing, but started pulling the flames to pieces with a stick.
Dawn was beginning to peek over the horizon when a sky-blue-clad Lanier County Sheriff’s Deputy led two paramedics into the clearing.
“Sorry about your welcome to Lanier County.” He introduced himself as Deputy Vincent, and the two paramedics, brothers John and Philip Arnaud.
Matt took a moment to check out the area where their shooter had stood. It didn’t take long to spot traces of blood. Briefly, he filled Vincent in on what had happened.
“I was pretty sure I hit him, especially when he ran.”
“We’ll check the hospital for GSWs. Maybe that’ll solve your case.”
Matt felt a surge of hope. Could it be that simple? He hoped so. Someone with an unexplained gunshot wound turning up right before they did could be the very lead they needed to wrap up the case and protect Lorie once and for all. But he couldn’t get ahead of himself. They had to get to the hospital first.
Ben turned out to be a terrible patient. He kept protesting he didn’t need to hitch a ride on a stretcher and he could walk on his own.
Matt reminded him that the ribs were broken and he’d had a hard enough time getting to the meadow with them. He’d better behave and let the volunteers do their job, or Matt would be forced to run him in for resisting a rescue.
“Can’t be having that, now, can we?” Margaret grinned.
“No, I guess not. I hate to put anybody to the bother.”
Lorie smiled at her dad. “Now you’re starting to sound like Mom.”
“I should, after thirty-two years of marriage.”
“That long?” Matt asked. “When was your anniversary?”
“Actually, it’s next week.”
The two burly rescuers hefted the stretcher holding Dad once they had him firmly strapped down.
“I feel like a sausage with all these straps.”
“You’re my sausage,” Margaret said, leaning over and giving Ben a kiss before they started climbing the mountain.
Emergency vehicles waited on the side of the mountain. Flashing lights competed with the beauty of the dawn.
It took some time to get them checked out. Finally, they determined nobody else had any broken bones, although Margaret had a sprained arm that, of course, she hadn’t mentioned, not wanting anyone to worry.
The EMT who had stayed with the vehicles wrapped an elastic bandage around her arm and put it into a sling.
“Now hold on tight, because we’ll drive to the hospital right after the SAR unit, so you can be with your husband.”
“Okay.”
The ambulance took Margaret away.
Lorie and Matt remained with Deputy Vincent, answering questions.
“Can you describe the vehicle that ran you off the road?”
“It was an older-model black Dodge Ram pickup truck with California license plates. The number started with A.”
Lorie had only seen part of it, but she described the black truck the best she could. “It had those giant, oversize tires. I’m pretty sure the truck left a streak of paint on the top left side of our car, so maybe you can match it.”
Matt nodded. “Good idea.”
Deputy Vincent radioed for a county-affiliated wrecking company to extricate the car from the bottom of Cha
stain Mountain. After a short exchange describing the difficulties the driver would face in retrieving the car, he switched off the radio.
“Come on. I’ll give you a lift to town.”
*
For a brief second, Lorie froze at the sight of the deputy’s car. The back door stood open, and she flashed back to that night in Coronado, her hands cuffed behind her, the police officer putting a hand on her head to keep her from giving herself a skull fracture.
Matt’s voice murmured in her ear. “You’re not under arrest now, Lorie. I’m right here with you.”
Lorie flashed him a look of gratitude. Taking the hand he held out to her made the car look much less frightening.
Oh, Lord, thank You for Matt’s understanding.
A moment later, she was fastening her seat belt and trying to remain calm.
“Sorry y’all have to ride in the back like criminals.”
“Not a problem.” Matt spoke for both of them.
Lorie was grateful. She couldn’t force a response out of her throat.
“The view’s really different from back here,” Matt continued in a casual tone. “I’m used to being on the other side of the security wire.”
Deputy Vincent laughed. “I hope it doesn’t smell too bad back there. The last occupant was more than a little drunk, but he managed not to toss his cookies until we stopped by the bushes at the station.”
Lorie grimaced as the word picture conjured up an image she’d rather have skipped. But then, she’d have skipped a lot of things lately if her life could have gone back to normal.
Lorie closed her eyes, trying not to imagine herself in handcuffs again. That had been so horrible. But not as horrible as knowing what she’d done to deserve it. She wondered why anyone would deliberately kill another human being. She hadn’t had any choice, but if she could have taken it all back and let him kill her instead, she would have, especially when she was carried off to jail. It was horrible. It was a nightmare from which she couldn’t wake up.
“Are you okay, Lorie?”
Not really. This is too much, bringing it all back where I can’t get rid of it. But she couldn’t tell him that.
“I’ll be fine.”
The usual platitude. The usual cop-out. Not really a lie, just a looking forward to the future rather than dwelling on what was happening. Coating the pain with another layer of self-defense.
This moment was not too good, either.
The car drive through the mountains in the backseat was nauseating. Despite the car smelling all right, the lack of fresh air made Lorie queasy. But she didn’t ask the officer to turn up the air. She didn’t want to ask for any favors from law enforcement. Even though she had no cause to feel like a prisoner, riding in the backseat of the patrol car brought back everything she had experienced, with the impenetrable wire mesh and safety glass between her and freedom. It was so bad she wondered if she were still sleeping on the side of the mountain, having a horrible nightmare. Maybe she was. Maybe she’d wake up and still be in the meadow.
Better yet, maybe she’d wake up and be in her own bed at home in Scripps Ranch, and none of this would have happened. It was the idea of going to the Hotel Del Coronado and being among all the rich and famous of San Diego County that did it to her. It was only a nightmare.
Only it wasn’t.
It had happened. She had gone to jail temporarily, she’d gone on trial and now someone was determined to make her suffer.
Lord, please help me. I can’t take much more of this.
*
The car rounded a curve and traveled down a slope to a town built on the side of the mountain.
Lorie held on for dear life to Matt’s hand, but seemed unaware of it.
Was Lorie having a panic attack? Her breathing was rapid, and the color had left her face. The death grip she had on Matt’s hand was another clue. Riding in the back of a patrol car must be bringing back everything that had happened to her in San Diego.
Matt squeezed Lorie’s hand. The startled look in those lovely brown eyes revealed his suspicion to be true. She hadn’t known she was holding his hand.
“Your dad will be all right.”
Lorie seemed to hesitate a moment before nodding. “I’ve been praying.”
“So have I.” Matt longed to tell Lorie everything was going to work out, that she didn’t have to be afraid of riding in a patrol car, but he wasn’t sure how much she’d be comfortable with him saying, considering the officer up front listening. He settled for laying his free hand on top of hers. “We’ll be at the hospital soon, and then we should know something.”
They’d know Lorie’s dad’s prognosis. But would the criminal who’d forced them off the road and shot at Lorie be waiting for them?
EIGHTEEN
By the time the patrol car pulled up by the hospital’s emergency-room entrance, Lorie was jumping at every siren. Knowing her dad was inside made her rush out of the car the moment Deputy Vincent opened the door, barely remembering to thank him before she rushed through the automatic sliding-glass entry.
A world of beeping medical equipment, crying children and overly bright lights stunned her into immobility for a moment. Spotting triage, Lorie looked over the shoulder of a lady with an apparently broken arm.
“Ben Narramore?”
The beefy male nurse in SpongeBob scrubs at the computer nodded his head at the curtained staging areas. “In three, but his wife’s with him. You’ll have to wait.”
“Thanks.”
Lorie searched for a chair near unit three, but most of them were already taken—although no one seemed terribly pleased to be in them. The orange plastic seats might have been salvaged from the late 1960s. They looked miserably uncomfortable. Snagging one at the end of a row, she discovered her assessment was correct.
Once she was seated, Lorie remembered Matt. Where was he? Squirming in the chair, she discovered him close to the emergency entrance, talking with Deputy Vincent. After a moment, Vincent removed his radio from his belt and spoke a few terse words into it. It crackled a response. As he reattached it to his utility belt, he handed Matt a cell phone. Matt must have shown him his broken one.
Whom was Matt calling? As she sat there, feeling like a voyeur, Matt made two phone calls. He gave the phone back to Deputy Vincent, shook his hand and then made eye contact with Lorie.
Wending his way through the assorted patients and their families waiting to be seen, Matt reached Lorie’s side. Deputy Vincent remained close to the door, keeping an eye on those present.
“Where’s your dad?”
Lorie nodded at unit three.
“Let me fill you in.” Matt lowered his voice until she could barely hear him over the background of hospital noise. “Lanier County Sheriff’s Department put out an APB on the pickup. They found it this morning, abandoned. It came up on the database as stolen from a theater in Branson yesterday.”
Lorie shuddered. “And they drove it all the way down here to…”
“Looks that way.” Matt laid a warm hand on Lorie’s shoulder.
“No sign—”
Matt shook his head. “Not even a gum wrapper. No blood, either. The shooter must have been in another vehicle. They’re doing a test for fingerprints, but they don’t have the budget for DNA.”
“And if he wore gloves—” Lorie broke off as the curtain to unit three opened. Mom scanned the crowd. “Over here, Mom!”
Mom walked over toward them, moving more slowly than Lorie would have expected. She was limping. Lorie jumped up and helped her to the chair she’d just vacated.
“How’s Dad?”
“Two broken ribs, three fractured ribs, but no punctured lung or other internal injuries, praise the Lord!”
“What about you?”
Mom shook her head. “It’s only a sprain. I’ll be fine.”
An alarm rang through the hospital, immediately followed by a voice over the PA system.
“Code Amber. Code Amber. Please evacua
te the building in a calm and orderly manner.” The message repeated.
All around them in the waiting room, patients, orderlies and nurses began to exit through the emergency room doors.
Lorie grabbed Matt’s arm. “What is it?”
“Code Amber means it’s a bomb threat.”
Mom blanched. “We’ve got to get your dad out of here.”
Deputy Vincent wove through the exiting mass of humanity, radio in hand. “We have units on the way.”
A man in a white lab coat wheeled Dad’s gurney out of unit three as several nurses and orderlies helped other patients toward the sliding glass doors. Instead of following them, he turned the gurney toward the door to the radiology department.
Separating from the others, Lorie followed after him. “Hey!” she shouted. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking him outside?”
“Shortcut.”
Lorie didn’t know her way around this hospital, but she could see the glass sliding doors that led out to the parking lot. Why was he headed in the opposite direction?
“Stop!”
With a smirking glance over his shoulder, the man took off, wheeling the gurney with practiced ease, steering it and throwing open the automatic door switch.
He was kidnapping Dad! Instinct took over. Lorie sprinted after them.
The door slammed shut in her face before she could follow. She shoved it. It refused to open. Panicked, she turned to find the access pressure panel to open the door. Pressing the wheelchair symbol on the aluminum square finally made the door swing open.
Behind her, Lorie heard racing footsteps and scarcely moved out of the way before Matt and Deputy Vincent flew past her, guns drawn. Heart banging fit to burst from her chest, she gave chase, struggling to keep up.
“Stop!” Matt ordered.
The man glanced over his shoulder. Abandoning the gurney, he dashed for the nearest elevator. Matt and Vincent gave chase, but the doors squeaked closed in their faces. Vincent pointed at the door to the staircase, and they raced through it.
Lorie reached her dad’s gurney and stopped it a second before it would have slammed into the abandoned radiology nurses’ station. She gasped, trying to get her breath.
“Dad, you okay?”
Dad’s eyes were slightly glazed, doubtless from pain medication, but he smiled when he saw Lorie. “That was some wild ride, cupcake.”
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