Danger on the Mountain. Lynette Eason
the sights and sounds he’d become familiar with in such a short time. Nothing seemed out of place. Nothing set off his internal alarm bells.
He made his way over to the window in the den. The open floor plan had allowed him to be standing in the kitchen, looking into the den. If he’d kept his eyes on Maggie and her daughter, he’d never have seen the shadow.
If that’s what he’d seen.
Circling the perimeter of Maggie’s house, he kept an eye on the area around him and on the ground in front of him.
With Thanksgiving just around the corner, the air had a bite to it. He shivered, wishing he’d grabbed his coat on the way out. The hard, cold ground held no trace of any footprints. No evidence at all that anyone had been in front of the window.
Then what had caught his attention? Anything? Or was he so on edge that he was now seeing things?
He frowned, shook his head and walked back into the house to find Maggie still holding Belle. The baby swiveled her gaze to him and he swallowed hard when she grinned. Two little white front teeth sparkled at him.
Maggie asked, “Did you find anything?”
“No. It was probably just nerves left over from this morning.”
She shot him a doubting look. Fear flickered in her eyes before she turned back to Belle, who’d finished her bottle. Maggie settled the baby into a sitting position and started a rhythmic patting on the small back. Her actions were automatic, but her eyes said her thoughts were on their conversation. She asked, “You think it could be the man who said he’d kill us?”
Did he? “I think that guy’s long gone.”
Maggie bit her lip and he wondered if she believed him. And he couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t sure he believed it himself. She sighed. “So what’s next?”
“We’ll question the robber in custody, see if he’ll talk for a deal.”
Maggie shuddered. “Did you see his face? His eyes? They were hard. Empty. I don’t think he’ll be talking any time soon.”
“Don’t be so sure.” He glanced again at Belle who stood on Maggie’s thighs, holding on to her mama’s hands. Reese averted his gaze. “I’m going to head back to the station and see if he’s said anything.”
“All right.” Maggie stood and shifted Belle to her hip. “She’s got a nap to take, and I’ve got an afternoon class to teach.” She paused. “Will you keep me updated on what happens? I’m still a little nervous about that threat.”
He smiled, hoping to reassure her. “Sure thing.”
* * *
Maggie walked him to the door and locked it behind him. Then she walked into Belle’s room and placed the sleepy baby in the crib. Even though Belle had fallen asleep for a short time on the ride home from the bank, she needed a real nap or by the evening, she’d be so cranky Maggie wouldn’t know what to do with her.
Belle protested for a while, but she finally fell quiet, her cries fading as she slipped into sleep.
Maggie smiled. It had been so hard to learn to let the baby cry, but once she’d tamped down her instinct to hold Belle every time it was naptime, they were both a lot happier. Belle slept better, and Maggie was able to get a few things done.
Like teach her online class. She still had about ten minutes before she had to sign in. Mrs. Adler should be arriving soon. The woman lived just a few houses up from Maggie and often walked over to be there in case Belle woke up while Maggie was in the middle of a class. Maggie paid her a weekly wage, and Mrs. Adler was thrilled to be making money and honing her grandmother skills.
With Reese’s dominating presence gone, she now felt an absence she’d never noticed in the small house before. What shocked her was her lack of nervousness when he was around. She’d actually let him in the house. The fact that he was a cop helped. She felt safe with him in a way she didn’t feel with other men who were not in law enforcement. Officers had helped her when she needed it most. Like Felicia Moss, the officer who’d listened to Maggie’s story and then taught her how to hide once she escaped from Kent.
All that knowledge, and she hadn’t needed it. Kent had been killed before she could put into practice everything she’d learned.
Gulping, she pushed aside the memories and booted up the computer. Signing in, she greeted the students already in the room and got started.
Forty-five minutes later, she signed off, thanked God once again for the ability to work from home and got up to check on Belle. Sleeping soundly.
Mrs. Adler had slipped in and was sitting in the recliner reading a book. “Hello there.”
The woman set the book in her lap and looked up to smile at Maggie. “Hi. Belle’s sleeping away, and I’m enjoying a good book. How’d your class go?”
“Great. I only had three show up today, and we had a fascinating discussion about right angles.”
Mrs. Adler grimaced. “Please don’t talk about math. I still get hives if I have to think about numbers without a calculator in front of me.”
Maggie laughed. “I love math. I actually prefer it.” A noise outside the door made her jump and turn. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
Shivers danced in her stomach, but she didn’t want to alarm Mrs. Adler unnecessarily. “Um...I thought I heard Belle. Do you mind checking on her?”
“Sure, hon.” Mrs. Adler walked down the hall and Maggie swiveled to stare at the front door.
She slowly walked over to it.
The knob jiggled and she stepped back, heart thumping. “Who is it?” She hated the tremble in her voice, but after this morning, the bank robber’s threat loomed close to the front of her mind.
The knob stilled. Faint footsteps reached her ears, and she felt her pulse kick it up a notch.
Maggie went to the side window and looked out just I time to see a slim jean-clad figure race around the side of the house.
Slim, tall, ragged, loose-fitting jeans.
Slim? The man from the bank?
Her breath snagged in her throat and fear thumped through her.
Fingers fumbled for the phone. Finally, she wrapped her hand around it then punched in 911.
* * *
Reese slapped the pen down onto the desk. He’d prefer to work with a computer, but his hadn’t been set up yet. Looking around, he smiled. Not that much different in this office than the one he’d come from. Washington, D.C., was just bigger and louder.
Eli shoved a ragged-looking man in front of him as he escorted him down the hall to the holding cell. The man let loose a string of curses that didn’t stop even when the door clanked shut.
Reese’s radio crackled on his shoulder.
Nope, not that much different. And maybe just as loud.
He looked at Eli and gestured toward the prisoner. “That Pete?”
“The one and only.”
Pete Scoggins. The town drunk. Reese had heard about him five minutes after being in town.
Pete wilted to the floor of the cell and Eli slid into the desk opposite Reese. “Anything on the bank robbery?”
“No. Anything on the identity of the man who cracked his head on the floor?”
Eli shook his head. “He’s awake and released from the hospital and into our custody, but he’s not talking.”
“She said he wouldn’t,” Reese murmured.
“What’s that?”
“Maggie.