Field of Danger. Ramona Richards
in mind?”
Daniel ignored the questioning look on April’s face. “Someone needs to stay with her, make sure no one gets close. The minute we look away, he’ll pull out that shotgun again. Wherever we put her, she needs to have one of us near.”
Ray’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re volunteering. I told you that you need to stay away from this—”
“We’re shorthanded right now, with two of the guys on vacation. You just said it. You need Gage here. You need everyone possible on this case. Guarding is not investigating.”
Ray continued to watch him a moment longer, and Daniel knew all too well the insight Ray could hide behind narrowed eyes and tight lips. He’d learned long ago not to underestimate his ex-military officer of a boss, and he felt sure Ray knew exactly what Daniel hoped for.
That April would remember. That more time spent with her, talking through the trauma and helping her relax again would jog what she’d blocked from her conscious mind.
Daniel could almost see Ray’s mind clicking through the list of his officers, evaluating skills and duties, to see if anyone could take Daniel’s place. And he saw in the sheriff’s eyes the moment Ray came to the conclusion that there was no one else.
Ray growled beneath his breath, then pointed at the door. “Get out, Deputy. Have someone take you back to your car and get her to the station. Now!”
“Yes, sir!” Daniel grabbed April’s arm and pulled her toward the door.
Outside, she shook off his arm and turned to him, eyes narrow with anger. “What was that all about? I am not going into some type of hibernation, Daniel. I won’t.”
Daniel reached for her arm again, even as he waved for the attention of another officer. “Let’s go before he changes his mind. I’ll explain in the car.”
They headed for the car, and Daniel opened the back door for her. He slid in next to her as the other officer got behind the wheel. “Take us back to Aunt Suke’s.” Their driver nodded, and Daniel turned to face April, who spoke before he had a chance.
“I’m not hiding out somewhere, Daniel. Look, I spent a great deal of my marriage feeling terrified and isolated. He wanted to control every minute of my day. I’m not doing that again. I promised myself I’d no longer live in fear.” She took a deep breath. “I’m serious, Daniel. I will not hide from this man. I’m never living like that again. Not even for a day.”
He watched her closely, understanding her defiance, but also seeing the quiver in her fingertips and the uncertainty in her eyes. He reached for one of her hands, which was frigid, despite the heat of the day. He wrapped it in the warmth of both of his. “I know you want everything to just go back to the way it was. But that’s not going to happen.”
When she started to protest, he tightened his grip and kept talking. “For now, just listen to me. No, don’t just listen. April, I need you to hear me.” Daniel took a deep breath, pressing back the grief that hovered over his heart. “You saw my father get shot. Whether or not you recognized the shooter, he obviously saw you. I don’t think he’ll just trust that the threat he left on your window will keep you quiet.”
“But I didn’t see—”
“He doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know what you’ll tell us. He doesn’t know if you’ll be terrified to speak or angry enough to tell us everything.”
Her eyes widened as the truth really began to set in. “You really do think he’ll come after me. Try to kill me.”
Daniel nodded. “I know he will. He’s killed already, and he won’t hesitate to do it again. He confronted my father at the very time and place when no one should have been around, planning very carefully. He didn’t expect to be seen. Your decision to bring Levon lemonade ruined his plans.”
April closed her eyes a moment and pressed her other hand on top of his. Her voice was so low and hoarse that he could barely hear her over the noise of the cruiser. “Why would anyone kill your father? I just don’t understand. He was the kindest man on the planet!”
Daniel’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know. But like with you and your house, this is someone who knew my father, knew when Dad would be in the field.”
“So he’s definitely local.”
Daniel didn’t like saying it, but he had to. “Yes. This is someone close, someone we may even see in church on Sunday.”
April paled even more. “And you think he’ll kill me the first time he finds me alone.”
He nodded. “I think that’s a real possibility. And since it’s someone you may have seen around Caralinda, you won’t even know who to be wary of. You can’t trust anyone.”
Her lips became a fine line. “Even you.”
It was a challenge, but he met her stare squarely. “Even me.”
She relented, her body sagging a bit. “Except that you would have a scream out with Levon, not a shooting.”
It broke the tension of the moment, and Daniel almost laughed with relief. April had only been in Caralinda a year, but she’d been witness to more than a few of his fights with his dad. “You did get to see some of that, didn’t you?”
Both of them had been temperamental and stubborn, both opinionated and perfectly capable of expressing those opinions at full volume. They’d fought about Daniel’s career, his relationships, the farm, politics, religion, even money. Eventually, they’d realized that giving each other space was the easiest way to keep the peace. Daniel had been on his own since he was eighteen, but he’d always come back for Sundays and all holidays.
April nodded. “Good men with good opinions are going to fight sometimes.” She shrugged one shoulder. “My dad and I never did. Or at least I never fought back.” She let out a long, slow breath that seemed to deflate her. “Levon was the better father. Now he’s gone, too.”
Daniel wanted to ask what had happened between her and her father, but there wasn’t time as the car pulled up in Aunt Suke’s short driveway. “We’re here.” He held her elbow as she slid out of the backseat. “Watch your head.”
Aunt Suke waited for them on the front porch, Polly pressed against her hip. She and the dog reached them quickly as the other car backed out and headed toward April’s house again.
“I want to talk to you two. Now.”
Daniel held up his hand. “I need to get you and April to the station to get your—”
“Now.” Aunt Suke’s eyes, bright and wide with determination, left no room for argument.
Daniel bit back his protest, his impulse to act like a cop and take over the situation. Not even noon yet, but the exhaustion of grief and stress had settled a weariness in his muscles. “What about?”
Aunt Suke reached for April’s hands. “I’m sorry about your home. I hope he didn’t do too much damage.”
Daniel scowled. “How did you—” He stopped. It didn’t matter how. Aunt Suke always knew.
Aunt Suke continued to focus on April. “Clearly you can’t go back there. You know you can’t stay alone. Not till they catch him.”
“I know, but—”
“We’re already looking into places you both might—”
“We’ll stay here.”
Silence. April looked at Daniel, who shook his head, even though he knew arguing with Aunt Suke had always been a losing battle. “No, Aunt Suke. You could be in danger, as well. We can’t guarantee your safety in a house this big, this open.” He gestured around at the rolling fields that surrounded the house.
As if she understood, Polly tilted her head to look at Daniel, then Aunt Suke, whose spine stiffened.