Fatal Disclosure. Sandra Robbins

the thick trees before she turned back to the man. His hand drifted from her fanny pack to the ground. “Don’t talk,” she said. “I’ll get help for you.”

       Her sister-in-law, Lisa Michaels, answered on the first ring. “Sheriff’s office.”

       “Lisa, it’s Betsy. I’m at Springer’s Point with a man who’s been shot. He needs help right away.”

       “I’m notifying EMTs and deputies right now. Stay on the phone with me until they get there. Is it a bad wound?”

       “I think so, but…”

       The man tugged at her arm. “Decoys,” he whispered.

       Betsy frowned and glanced across the inlet. Duck hunting season was months away. There were no decoys in sight today. She shook her head. “Hush. Save your strength.”

       He gritted his teeth and grasped her arm. “Tell him…decoys…not what they seem.”

       “Tell who?” Her heart lurched at the life fading from his eyes. She bent closer. “Can you hear me?” His chest heaved one last breath, and his body stilled. She nudged his shoulder. “Don’t give up. Help will be here soon.” When he didn’t answer, she pressed her fingers to his wrist but felt no pulse. She clasped his hand in hers and closed her eyes. “Oh, God, please don’t let this man die. Give him the strength to hold on until help arrives.”

       “Betsy? What’s going on?” Lisa’s voice startled her and her eyes flew open.

       Her hand shook as she raised the phone to her ear. “I think he’s dead.” The thought sent a wave of panic flooding through her. Whoever shot him could be watching her this very moment. She cast a frightened look over her shoulder. “Where are those EMTs?”

       “They’re in the parking area. They’re heading down the trail now, but it’s quite a hike to the Point. Are you doing okay?”

       Another cold wind blew in from the ocean and Betsy shivered. “I am, but I wish they’d hurry.”

       “Hey!” a voice yelled. “What are you doing?”

       Betsy jumped to her feet and spun to see who had called out. A man stood at the edge of the forest. She gripped her cell phone tighter. “Lisa, a man just came out of the forest.”

       “Who is he?”

       Betsy squinted in an effort to make out his features. At this distance, she could only determine he was tall. “I don’t know, but he looks threatening. Are Brock and Scott behind the EMTs?”

       “They’re both on duty today and are on their way. What’s the man doing now?”

       Before Betsy could speak, the man charged in her direction. “He’s coming toward me.”

       “Get out of there, Betsy. Now!”

       Two options flashed into Betsy’s head. Make a run on the trail through the forest or slide down the steep dunes to the small inlet beach below. But she’d never make it through the tangle of flowering yucca and sea oxeye that covered the dunes.

       “There’s nowhere to go!”

       “Does he have a gun?”

       “I don’t see one.” The tactics she’d learned in her self-defense class rushed through her head. Taking a deep breath, Betsy planted her feet in a wide stance and held up her hand. “Stop where you are,” she yelled. “I’m on the phone with the police. They’ll be here any minute.”

       The man stopped, then inched forward. He shook his head in disbelief. “Betsy?”

       Shivers ran up her spine at the sound of the voice from the past. “Mark?” she gasped. “Mark Webber? Is it really you?”

       Moments ago, Betsy had thought her heart would burst with fear, but it was nothing compared to the way it raced at the sight of the man she’d tried to erase from her memory. Her first thought was of how glad she was to see him, but that changed in an instant to suspicion. She glanced behind her in hopes the EMTs were close.

       “W-what are you doing on Ocracoke?”

       He frowned. “I’ll tell you later. You said you called the police.” He glanced at the man at her feet. “How is he?”

       “I think he’s dead.”

       He rubbed his hand across his head as she remembered seeing him do in the past. Then his dark hair had been thick, but now it was close-cropped and spiked. His former clean-shaven look was gone, and in its place he sported a beard consisting of a thin line of hair extended from his sideburns and along his jawline into a pencil mustache. But the biggest surprise was the spiked leather cuff bracelet he wore and the silver stud in one ear.

       He knelt beside the man and checked his pulse before he pushed to his feet. “You’re right. He’s dead. We’d better wait for the police and let them sort this whole thing out.”

       Betsy’s eyes grew wide at the lack of emotion in Mark’s words. What was the matter with him? A man lay dead at their feet, and he acted like it was just a normal day. She glanced down at the dead man again and clenched her fists at her side. Her heart constricted at the thought that somewhere this man had family who had no idea what had happened. Maybe Mark didn’t care that a man had lost his life, but she did. But then she’d learned long ago that Mark didn’t care for anyone but himself.

       Betsy wanted to scream at him, to demand he tell her what had brought him to Springer’s Point this morning and why he looked like a rap star who had just stepped offstage. Before she could confront him, he turned his back, walked to the edge of dunes, and stared at the water below. She glanced down at the cell phone in her hand and brought it back to her ear.

       “Lisa, are you still there?”

       “Betsy, I’ve been going out of my mind. What’s happening there?”

       She wished she could answer that question, but at the moment she had no idea. “All I know is there is a dead man on the dunes and a man I used to know came out of the woods. Where are Brock and Scott now?”

       “They’re right behind the EMTs. They should arrive any minute.”

       “Thanks, Lisa. I’ll talk to you later.” She disconnected the call, slipped the cell phone in her fanny pack, and zipped it closed. She felt better knowing Brock, her sister’s husband, and her brother were the deputies on duty this morning. Maybe they could get to the bottom of who was responsible for the man’s death. Betsy stared at Mark’s back, and the need for answers welled up in her. She clenched her fists. “Mark, answer my question. What are you doing on Ocracoke?”

       He turned slowly and faced her. “I’m on vacation.”

       “Vacation? You’ve never come here before.” She let her gaze drift over him, and the truth hit her. A bitter taste poured into her mouth and her lip curled into a sneer. “You’re undercover again, aren’t you?”

       His shoulders drooped, and he took a step toward her. “Betsy, I…”

       Before he could finish, the EMTs burst from the forest and onto the dunes. She and Mark backed away as they began to work on the man at their feet. Within minutes, Brock and Scott emerged from the trail and rushed toward her.

       Scott grabbed her by the arms. “Are you all right?”

       She nodded. “I am. Just still a little shaken, though.” She glanced at Mark over her shoulder and made the proper introductions.

       Scott released her and cleared his throat. “Glad to meet you, Mr. Webber. What were you doing at Springer’s Point this morning?”

       “Out sightseeing.” Surprise flickered in Mark’s eyes, and he glanced at Betsy. “I didn’t know you had a brother. I thought you just had two sisters.”

       Brock turned a puzzled look toward her. “Betsy, do you know this man?” Brock asked.