Love Inspired Suspense July 2015 #1 (42 page)
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Authors: Valerie Hansen,Sandra Orchard,Carol J. Post
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“Yeah. Do you know what that means?” Her heart beat wildly as the soles of their shoes crunched the gravel on the edge of the road. A distant sound of footsteps echoed in her ears. Was someone following them?
Ellie glanced over her shoulder. A long row of arborvitaes straddling two properties rustled in the wind. A chill crawled down her spine.
Johnny hesitated as if he didn't know what he wanted to say. “The FBI has been tracking a shipment of drugs to your gift shop.”
Ellie pressed a hand to her throat. Cold fear washed over her. “My gift shop? I don't understand.”
“The FBI was tracking a shipment of drugs to your Main Street address when it went missing.” He rubbed a hand over his face and signaled with his head, indicating that they should pick up their pace. His urgency unnerved her.
“You think I'm dealing drugs?” She blinked rapidly. A soft breeze sent leaves skittering across the sidewalk then up into the air, like a minicyclone, much like her thoughts.
“I never said that. The FBI has been tracking a package that's gone missing. We didn't know if the dealer got to it before we did or if it got misplaced. But after tonight, I think whoever shipped it is still looking for it.”
Pinpricks of realization washed over her scalp and shoulders. “You're not in town to help your grandfather. You're here to investigate a drug deal.”
“Yes.” The single word came out clipped.
“And you didn't tell me because you think I'm involved.” Ellie hated the squeaky quality of her voice. “I'm not,” she added out of desperation.
Johnny studied her a minute. “I believe you.” His cool tone made her wonder if she believed
him.
She cocked her head and was about to say as much but something stopped her. “What does this mean?”
Johnny huffed in frustration. “I'd feel better if we had this discussion someplace less out in the open.”
“Tell me what it means.” Ellie crossed her arms and stood there like a stubborn preteen determined to get her way.
“It means I'm investigating drug trafficking in Williamstown. There's some nasty stuff out there.”
“So you slinked into town just like you did ten years ago, only this time you're an FBI agent and not a rookie cop.”
He jerked his head back as if her words had hit their mark.
“One thing remains the same,” she said, as the pounding of her heart filled her ears, “you're lying to people to
supposedly
solve a case.”
Johnny hiked his chin, a determined look in his eyes. “I'm here because of the recent drug overdose. I couldn't come blazing into town with a sign on my back. I've been honest with you tonight and I trust you'll keep the reason I'm in town in confidence.”
Ellie shook her head, not knowing what to think.
“Listen, Ellie, someone thinks you have their drugs and they're willing to break into your store and attack you to get them.” Johnny pinned her with his dark gaze.
“I don't have the package.” She lifted a shaky hand and hugged the strap of her purse closer to her body.
“They don't know that.”
The wind whipped up and rattled the branches of the trees, sending shadows dancing on the sidewalk under the street lamp. Ellie sniffed the air.
Rain.
She looked up at the starless sky. She pulled on the sleeves of her sweater and tucked her hands inside. As warm as it was during the day, the evenings tended to cool down quickly. That's how it was in early autumn in Western New York.
“Are you cold?” Johnny asked.
“Yes, and more than a little freaked.”
Ellie quickened her pace, suddenly in agreement with Johnny's need to get her home. “Maybe the attack was just some kid fooling around. They've had trouble with kids and graffiti at the old mill. I read something about it in the paper,” she added after he gave her a quizzical look. “Maybe he wanted to grab some of my paint and I got in the way.”
“I don't think that's the case.” Johnny's matter-of-fact tone made her inexplicably angry.
Truth be told, neither did she. The intruder had asked about a package.
They turned up her driveway and Ellie slowed, her headache worsening. “You're not helping your grandfather get the house on Treehaven ready to sell?”
“I hope to convince my grandfather it's time to downsize. The house is too big for him. But he's reluctant. Mostly, it's a cover to allow me to conduct the investigation without drawing suspicion.”
Ellie felt the right thing to do would be to thank him for his honesty, but after their history, she couldn't muster the words.
“I live in the apartment over the garage,” Ellie said instead, scanning her surroundings. Neat homes set back from the street with lots of shrubbery. Shrubbery an attacker could hide behind.
A band of fear tightened around her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Thin lines of stress accented Johnny's eyes. “Lock the doors. I'll give Officer Bailey a call. Couldn't hurt to have extra patrols in your neighborhood.”
Ellie made an awkward sound; a cross between disbelief and fear.
Johnny touched her hand. “Whoever attacked you tonight was pretty clumsy. They also made a rookie mistake using a national shipping company to transport illegal drugs. Every indication points to a low-level drug dealer who's stumbling around.”
“So, you don't think he'll come and kill me in my bed?” She forced a smile and a strangled laugh sounded on her lips.
The dark shadow on his face made his expression difficult to read, but she sensed a smile. “I'll make sure that doesn't happen.”
Warmth crept up her neck. She didn't want to ask him how he intended to do that.
“Instead of staying in the garage apartment, maybe you could stay in the main house?” Johnny spoke in the way a person does when they're constantly assessing the situation, trying to figure out what's best.
“Ha! And tell my mother, who already thinks the gift shop is not a fiscally sound idea, that I was attacked in the back room the night before I even opened?” And moving back into her old room would send her plans of independence back to step zero. Living above the garage was bad enough.
“I'll take that as a no.”
“You said it was some rookie stumbling around...” She knew she was grasping at any assurances he threw her way.
“Rookie criminals get desperate, too. Especially if they think you have something that's theirs.”
“I don't.” Ellie's shoulders slumped in frustration.
“They don't know that. I'm afraid you won't be safe as long as they think you do.”
Copyright © 2015 by Alison Stone
ISBN-13: 9781460385012
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RUNNING FOR HER LIFE
When Meagan Berry is caught on camera rescuing a senator, she knows her cover's been blown. After faking her death, she's spent months keeping her identity hidden from an abusive ex-fiancé. Now he's on her trail in remote Cedar Key, Florida. Officer Hunter Kingston knows Meagan's running from something, but he can't imagine anyone wishing harm on the pretty artist. Then an intruder breaks into Meagan's house, and Hunter promises not to leave her side. But when evidence from the crime scene doesn't add up, Hunter wonders whether he should trust Meagan. Yet he will have to put his faith in this mysterious beauty if they both want to live to see another day.
“Any idea who's behind all this?”
Meagan shook her head but didn't meet his eyes.
“Someone took a big chance coming in here when you were just riding to The Market and back.”
“Maybe he thought I was going out for the evening.”
“Or maybe his intent was to be waiting inside the house when you got home.”
Her tight jaw and the determination in her eyes told him that was something she had already considered. And was trying hard not to think about.
Hunter stepped closer and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Tell me what you're hiding from, Meagan.”
Fear filled her eyesâthe same as when she had faced the reporters. And when she thought he might have overheard her conversation with Anna. But she didn't respond.
“Tell me what's going on.” He kept his tone soothing, nonthreatening. “Let me help you.”
Her gaze dipped to her feet, and several more moments passed. Finally, she shook her head. Whatever secrets lay in her past, she was nowhere near ready to let him in.
Carol J. Post
writes fun and fast-paced inspirational romantic suspense and lives in sunshiny central Florida. She sings and plays the piano for her church and also enjoys sailing, hiking, campingâalmost anything outdoors. Her daughters and grandkids live too far away for her liking, so she now pours all that nurturing into taking care of two fat and sassy cats and one highly spoiled dachshund.
Books by Carol J. Post
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Midnight Shadows
Motive for Murder
Out for Justice
Shattered Haven
Hidden Identity
Hidden Identity
By Carol J. Post
Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time: Casting all
your care upon Him; for He careth for you.
â1 Peter
5:6â7
Many thanks to Cedar Key Police Chief Virgil Sandlin and Cedar Key Fire Chief Robert Robinson, who patiently answered all my questions. If there's anything I didn't get right, it certainly isn't their fault!
Thank you to my familyâMom Roberts and Jesse, Mom Post, Kim and Jerry, Robbie and Sheri and Keithâfor your unending love and encouragement.
Thank you to my friend John, who has always believed I could do anything I set my mind to. Someday I'll grant your wish and make you the villain in one of my books.
Thank you to my critique partners, Karen, Dixie and Sabrina. You've talked me off the ledge more than once.
Thank you to my editor, Rachel Burkot, and my agent, Nalini Akolekar. You're both beyond awesome!
And thank you to Chris. You're not only my husband, you're my best friend.