In Seconds
- Автор: Новак Бренда
- Серия: Bulletproof #2
- Год: 2011
- Язык: французский
- Жанр: Остросюжетные любовные романы
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Laurel Hodges has changed her identity twice. She's been on the run for the past four years, trying to outdistance the gang members who blame her for the death of one of their own. She's finally found peace and stability in the small town of Pineview, Montana. But just when Laurel thinks she and her children are safe...the nightmare starts all over again.
The Crew, a ruthless prison gang with ties to Laurel's brother, will never forget and they'll never forgive. And now that they've finally tracked her down, they'll stop at nothing.
Sheriff Myles King, who happens to live next door with his thirteen-year-old daughter, appoints himself Laurel's personal guardian. His growing attraction to her could change his life—Myles is beginning to picture marriage and family. But it could also end his life. If he can't save her, everything he's built, everything he wants, could be destroyed. In seconds...
Ink, on the other hand, had no help. And he had to lay low until the heat was off.
But he could work without a first aid kit. He’d sedate L.J. with the last of his pain pills, then use hot water and bandages made from the clothes of the men he’d shot. He’d tossed their suitcases in the back bedroom, so he still had access to them.
“What—what are you…thinking?” L.J. was watching him through narrow slits, as if it was difficult for him to open his eyes.
“I’m thinking how I’m going to patch you up.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to swallow. “Patch…me up? But…I need a doctor. I think…I’m dying.”
He had to feel like shit to be less concerned about getting caught than getting help. “You’re not going to die,” Ink told him.
“Just…drop me off at…at a hospital. There’s got to be one around here somewhere. You can…you can still get away.”
But he wasn’t done here. Not by a long shot. Besides, running, especially in the vehicle they had now, would only get him arrested. A description of the truck must’ve gone out to every law enforcement agency in the area. The best thing to do was sit tight. They had a few days yet before anyone noticed that the men who’d rented the cabin were gone. That gave them time to get L.J. back on his feet, time for Ink to come up with alternate transportation and time to finish what they’d set out to do in the first place.
“You don’t have anything to worry about,” he told L.J.
“But the pain… Feels as if my heart can’t beat…as if…as if it’s filled with…with blood or something.”
“I’ve been shot before. It always feels like you’re dying,” he said. “Just relax. We’re home now, and I’m going to take care of you.”
And if he couldn’t? He’d bury L.J. in the forest with the other guys and figure out another way. Because he wasn’t leaving Laurel alive. Not after coming this close. That small-town bastard sheriff was going to get his, too.
“Son of a bitch!”
Vivian startled awake to see that she’d fallen asleep in a chair at Myles’s bedside. Despite the late hour, the hospital in Libby was abuzz with various noises and had been the whole time. The beeping machines, the conversation of the doctor who’d spoken to Myles as he cleaned his wounds and bandaged him up, the nurses who came in and out with blood pressure cuffs or medication or pushed carts past his open doorway. It should’ve kept her from dozing off. But she’d somehow grown accustomed to it. Or she’d been too exhausted to let it bother her. She’d drifted off almost as soon as she knew he was going to be fine. But this, coming from the sheriff’s own lips, made her bolt from her chair.
“You okay?” she gasped before she could gather her wits enough to realize he’d just hung up the phone and looked more angry than hurt.
“They let Ink and Lloyd get away.” Hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand, he drooped dejectedly onto the pillow. “I had half a dozen deputies swarming the area and somehow they couldn’t get the job done.”
This wasn’t what Vivian wanted to hear. She’d thought that maybe, finally, the nightmare would be over. There’d been a price. Myles’s injuries had been frightening to her and painful to him. But the bullet that went through his leg hadn’t hit a major artery or chipped the bone. The second bullet, the one that grazed his neck, had left a cut, nothing more.
“Get away?” she repeated dully.
He sighed as he scowled up at her. “They’ve scoured the area. They can’t find them or their truck.”
But they couldn’t give up this soon. “Ink won’t leave until he gets what he wants. That means he’s still here.”
“Where?” he demanded. “For the past three hours, my deputies have stopped every car and truck coming to or from our neighborhood at two different checkpoints. I’ve had a K-9 unit and a bevy of officers with heavy-duty flashlights combing the forest. There’s been no sign of them. The dogs picked up a scent and chased it to where we found some tire tracks, but every white truck we’ve stopped hasn’t been the one they’re driving. Maybe they slipped through before we put up the blockade. But if that’s the case, they could be a hundred and fifty miles in any direction, and we don’t know enough about the make and model of the truck to expect other departments to do much more than be on the lookout.”
“They haven’t left,” she said. “They’ve holed up. They’re waiting.”
“There’ve been no reports of strangers lurking about, no other incidents since Trudie called me earlier.”
“Maybe they’re still in the forest.”
“If so, they won’t be able to stay there long. I’m pretty sure I shot one of them. I definitely heard a scream and saw him fall.”
Could she be lucky enough that Ink was dead? Without actually seeing his body, Vivian couldn’t believe it. He seemed indestructible. “Have the deputies checked my house?”
“Several times. Harold Willis from Libby is there now.”
“Then I don’t know what to say, except—” she rubbed her eyes, noted the lines in his face that suggested he was equally exhausted “—we need some rest. We’ll have to regroup in the morning.”
He didn’t like that answer, but there didn’t seem to be anything more to suggest.
“Do you want me to call Elizabeth’s house? Let Marley know you’ve been hurt?” She hadn’t done so because she’d wanted to know the extent of his injuries before setting off any alarms. There was no point in upsetting Marley, not without good reason. Once the doctor came, and he and Myles began to talk, she didn’t want to interrupt. Then she’d fallen asleep.
“No. There’s nothing to be gained from waking the whole Rogers family. Getting dragged out of bed to hear I’ve been shot will only scare Marley. I don’t want her to come home in the middle of this mess, anyway. I’ll explain what happened in the morning. Hopefully, by then, I’ll look less ragged so she’ll believe me when I say I’m going to live.”
“Are you in a lot of pain?” Vivian couldn’t imagine he wasn’t. Earlier, he wouldn’t take anything except Tylenol, said he was afraid it would impair his ability to think and he was still trying to direct the search for Ink and Lloyd from his hospital bed. But he’d already done all he could. In her opinion, it was time to give him the Vicodin his doctor had left in a little paper cup so he could rest.
“My leg is throbbing like crazy,” he admitted. “But it’s not as bad as it could be. Will you talk to the doctor? Get me some crutches so we can go?”
She blinked in surprise. “Go? Where?”
“Home. There’s nothing more they can do for me here.”
“But you were shot at home.”
“No, I was shot at your house.”
“Because you went over there before you had backup.” His deputy had complained about this when he came running up the walk to find his sheriff injured. She was angry at Myles for taking such a risk, too. He could’ve been killed—exactly what she’d feared from the start.
“Ink and Lloyd would’ve been gone if I’d waited.”
“They’re still gone,” she pointed out.
He didn’t seem to like that answer, but he took the time to cover a yawn before responding. “You really know how to kick a guy when he’s down.”
She refused to smile, wasn’t willing to make light of this. She didn’t want him returning to his house until they’d found Ink and Lloyd and any other Crew members who might be in the area. “Someone needs to kick you. With your cruiser in the driveway, I’m sure they realize you live next door.”
“So? They have no reason to come after me. I’m the guy they want to avoid.”