“You got it.”
That was what I loved about family. They were willing to help without even knowing what it was you needed.
“All right then. Here’s what’s goin’ on…”
Lynx
“Goddamn it,” I yelled, slamming my phone down on my leg. “Sorry, boy,” I told Copenhagen when the dog peered over at me.
Reagan wasn’t answering the damn phone and I was still five miles out. It was making me fucking crazy. If that crazy fucking lunatic bastard had made an appearance in Embers Ridge, the woman was a sitting duck.
There was no doubt about it, the asshole knew right where Amy was. Or rather, where she should be. Had probably known all along. There was no other explanation for the detective who’d arrived here to die here the same day. I didn’t even need Wolfe’s or Rhys’s confirmation that it was her.
It was her. And that bastard was lurking somewhere. Maybe h’ed come to snuff out the detective, but he wasn’t leaving without finishing what he came for. The accident reeked of desperation, which meant Amy damn sure wasn’t safe. And in turn, neither was Reagan.
“Fuck.” I white-knuckled the steering wheel. “We have to get to her, Cope. Have to. If that motherfucker thinks Reagan’s Amy…”
I didn’t want to think about that.
But it was possible.
It damn sure didn’t help that Reagan looked similar enough to Amy before she had dyed her hair. In a dark house, the asshole wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
“Goddammit!” I roared, hitting the steering wheel.
I hated this helpless feeling. Fucking hated it.
With my foot to the floor, I fishtailed off the main road and onto the dirt road that led to Amy’s place.
Three minutes.
I'd be there in three fucking minutes.
Right now, that felt like an eternity.
Reagan
I heard the noise when I was washing my face.
I slipped out of the bathroom, hand towel pressed to my cheek. Glancing left into the guest room where I'd been sleeping, I checked to see if it had come from there. I didn’t see anything.
That didn’t stop me from setting the hand towel down and picking up my sawed-off shotgun. This was my no-nonsense gun. It made grown men’s eyes widen and their nuts shrivel. That was the very reason I loved it.
The rest of the house was dark, so I turned to my right, moved slowly down the hall.
I heard it again. The sound of the lock on the front door.
My phone rang again, but I ignored it.
I knew Amy wasn’t the visitor at the front door. No way would she come home this late. For one, she couldn’t drive herself since her car was parked out front.
I stopped at the mouth of the hallway, shotgun up and aimed at the front door.
“Just to warn you,” I stated firmly, loud enough to warn the would-be intruder, “my daddy taught me never to point a gun at a man unless I intend to shoot him. Open that door and I will put an extra hole in your body.”
The noise stopped, but I remained where I was. Waiting.
Several seconds passed, my heart hammering hard, blood rushing in my ears.
