Colton Cowboy Hideout. Carla Cassidy
She closed her eyes and winced as he carefully cleaned the area. Instead of focusing on the pain, she concentrated on the outdoorsy, wonderful scent of him and the tenderness of his touch.
“Thank God it’s not worse,” he said softly, his breath warm on the side of her face. “You were right—it’s just a graze.”
She opened her eyes to look at him. “You could have been killed and it would have been all my fault.”
“I could have gotten you killed with my kung-fu-fighting imitation,” he replied drily. He stepped back from her and grabbed a large bandage and some antibiotic cream.
“You saved my life,” she replied. Tears once again blurred her vision as she thought of the moment the man had jumped out with his gun pointed at them.
Tanner’s sensual lips thinned and he gently rubbed the antibiotic cream on her and then covered the bullet graze with the bandage. Once finished he stepped back from her and held her gaze. “And now you’re going to tell me exactly why an armed man would follow you here and want a watch that has only sentimental value to your dying father. Is your father really dying or was that just a lie?”
She would have liked to take offense at his sharp, skeptical tone, but she knew it was more than warranted after what had just happened. “My father really is dying and he told all of us kids that he wanted the watch for sentimental reasons, but we suspect the watch is more than just a simple keepsake.”
The musical laughter of a toddler drifted from the nursery, sending a new wave of horror through Josie. She gazed up at him and once again her vision blurred slightly by impending tears. “For the past couple of weeks I’ve had the feeling that somebody was following me, but I chalked it up to my overactive imagination. I didn’t know I was bringing danger here. I can’t believe I might have gotten you killed. I could have been responsible for your daughters becoming orphans.”
“But that didn’t happen. Come on. Let’s get out of here and go into the living room, where we can talk more comfortably.” He held out a hand and after a moment of hesitation she grabbed it and allowed him to pull her up from the commode.
They returned to the living room, where he gestured for her to sit on the sofa and he sat in a nearby chair. Brianna appeared pushing a two-seat stroller with the twins jabbering happily.
Tanner didn’t speak until Brianna and the girls had left the suite for lunch. “Do you need something cold to drink? Or maybe a cup of hot tea?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” She touched the bandage over the throbbing gunshot graze. “Thank you for cleaning me up.”
He nodded and held her gaze intently. “Now, tell me—why shouldn’t we report this to the sheriff?”
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Her pale features appeared haunted and she grimaced slightly, whether at his question or because of the wound in her shoulder, he didn’t know.
“It’s kind of a long story,” she finally said.
He leaned back in the chair. “We have all afternoon.” He was determined to get answers from her no matter how long it took. After what they’d just been through she definitely owed him some answers.
She held his gaze for a long moment and then focused on some undefinable point just over his shoulder. “Have you heard about the Alphabet Killer?”
“I didn’t follow the case closely, but I read something about a serial killer who drew a red bull’s-eye on victims’ foreheads.” Why was she bringing up a heinous case like that? If he remembered right, it had been solved in the last month or so and the killer was now behind bars.
She nodded. “The woman who was finally captured as the killer, Regina Willard, murdered women with long dark hair and marked them with the bull’s-eye. Her victims’ names were Anna, Brittany and Celia and others following the pattern, so she earned the nickname of the Alphabet Killer.”
“Okay, but what does that have to do with you?” Had she been marked as a victim? Josie had long dark hair and the killer had been working her way down the alphabet with the first names of her victims. Was Josie on Regina Willard’s radar for when she got to the letter J?
“I was a suspect in the case.”
He stared at her for several long moments, wondering if perhaps he’d misheard what she’d just said. “A suspect?” he finally said. “Why on earth would the authorities think you might be the killer?”
Once again her gaze drifted to someplace just behind him and she shifted positions on the sofa, then released a deep sigh. “The red bull’s-eye on the forehead was the same MO as another serial killer who was at work in and around Granite Gulch over twenty years ago. That man murdered nine men and one woman, my mother. His name is Matthew Colton. He’s my father.” This time when her gaze met his, her eyes were filled with a deep weariness.
A small wave of shock whispered through Tanner. He focused on keeping his features carefully schooled in neutrality. “I’ve worked here for the Coltons for years and never heard them mention your father or his crimes.”
“I only met these Coltons for a brief moment, but they don’t strike me as the kind of people who would want to gossip about or ever acknowledge my father’s existence,” she replied ruefully. “In any case, I’m certainly not eager to have Sheriff Watkins find out about all of this with Eldridge missing. It will only confuse things for him because whatever happened to Eldridge has nothing to do with me or my father and what happened at that tree.”
Tanner’s brain worked overtime in an attempt to digest all the surprising information coming his way. “But the man in the woods...”
“That was definitely about me and my father.” Her face paled once again. “It’s true that my father is dying. He’s in prison and is deathly ill. It’s also true he requested to be buried with the watch that is supposedly here on the property. He said he wanted it for sentimental reasons, but my brothers and sister believe there is a possibility the watch contains a clue to money stashed someplace from old bank heists my father committed before he went away to prison.”
“Apparently you and your siblings aren’t the only ones who believe that,” he replied. A chill tried to take hold of him as he thought about the moment the man had appeared with the gun. They had been lucky. Things could have gone so very wrong.
She leaned forward. “Tanner, I’m so sorry. The last thing I’d want to do is put you in any danger here.” A strand of her hair fell over her shoulder and she quickly shoved it back behind her ear. “I desperately want that watch, still I’d leave in a hot minute to protect everyone here, but Sheriff Watkins has made that impossible. Right now more than anything I’m afraid for your safety. That man saw me with you and that puts you at risk as well as me.”
“We’ll both be safe around the house. After what happened to Eldridge, Whitney will see to it the security team is on top of their game. However, it’s definitely too dangerous to try to dig up the watch again right now. It’s even possible the man in the woods thinks you already have the watch. Are you sure you don’t want to report this to the sheriff?”
“Positive.” She sat back. “Besides, what could we tell him? I have no idea who the man was or where exactly he came from. I certainly don’t know where he ran off to. I’d say Sheriff Watkins has enough on his plate right now without us adding to it. My oldest brother, Trevor, is an FBI agent. I’ll let him know what’s happened and he can work things from his end to see what he can find out about who else might want the watch.”
Tanner was vaguely surprised to realize he was okay not reporting the incident to Sheriff Watkins. Normally he always tried to play by the rules, but in this particular case she made sense.
“I’ll let the security team know to keep an eye out for any strangers lurking on the property, but I’m sure they’re already doing that. And now we should get you settled into a room.” He rose from the