Danger on the Mountain. Lynette Eason

      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. She said the man wouldn’t talk.”

      Eli blew out a sigh. “Well, she’s got it right so far.”

      “Anything on a gunshot wound coming in at any of the hospitals?”

      “Nothing.” Eli pursed his lips and ran a hand over his chin. “I’ve gotten the word out to be on the lookout for the two other robbers, one with a gunshot wound in his shoulder. So far, we’re batting zero.”

      “Hey, I can hear you back here real good,” Pete hollered from his cell. “You talking about those boys who robbed the bank, ain’t ya?”

      Eli rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Pete. We are. We’ll try to keep it down so you can sleep it off.”

      “I seen ’em, you know.”

      Reese lifted a brow and got up to follow Eli. Eli stood in front of Pete’s cell. “Where? What do you know about them?”

      Pete yawned and shrugged. “I’ll tell you after I get me a good hot meal.”

      “Aw, you’re just yanking my chain,” Eli said and turned to go back down the hall. But Reese wasn’t so sure.

      “Give me something on those guys, and I’ll see what I can do about the hot meal.”

      Pete eyed him. “You’re new here.”

      Reese met his gaze. “I am.”

      “Don’t know if I can trust you.” He looked down the hall. “Hey, Eli! This new boy trustworthy?”

      “Yep,” Eli hollered back.

      “Saw ’em in Miz Holly’s café eating before the robbery. I was sitting at the counter drinking me a coffee and they were talking real low, but I could hear ’em. I inched over and heard one of ’em say he’d take care of the woman.”

      The woman. Maggie? Reese’s gut clenched. How would they—

      The dispatcher’s voice came over his radio. “911 call, an intruder at six, seven, zero, Firebird Lane.”

      Eli frowned and stood, grabbing his keys. “That’s Maggie’s address.”

      Reese’s heart thudded, his sudden adrenaline rush familiar, pushing his senses to the hyperalert range that had kept him alive more than once. “I know. I just dropped her off.”

      The two men raced for the door, Eli barking into his radio. “Let her know we’re on the way.”

      “Hey!” Pete hollered. “Don’t forget my food!”

      The ten-minute drive up the mountain to the clearing that led to the lake seemed to take forever. Reese found himself imagining all sorts of awful things happening. “Do you think he came back?”

      Eli didn’t ask who he meant. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t have thought it, but weirder things have happened.”

      Worry surged through him. Would the bank robber, known only as Slim, have any compunction about hurting a baby? A wave of nausea swept through him at the thought.

      “Is she still on the phone?”

      Eli relayed the question to the dispatcher then nodded. He shot a glance at Reese. “She said the guy ran off into the woods. He had on baggy jeans and a black T-shirt with short cropped hair.”

      Reese’s jaw tightened. “That’s pretty close to how the robbers were dressed. They all had masks on, too.”

      They finally pulled into the driveway he’d just left about an hour earlier. Deputy Jason White swung in behind them.

      On the outside, everything looked fine, peaceful. Undisturbed. But when Maggie opened the door, he could see the strain on her face, the tension in her shoulders.

      Climbing out of the car, he and Eli walked up to the porch. She pointed to the back of the house. “He ran that way.”

      Eli nodded and glanced at Reese. “You stay with her. I’ll check it out.” He looked at Jason. “You go that way, make a search of the perimeter.”

      Jason took off.

      Reese took her soft hand in his and led her back inside. “Why don’t you sit down and tell me what happened.”

      She dropped onto the couch, leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “I do believe this has been the longest day of my life.”

      Reese could see her frustration, her fear.

      “My husband called. I’m going to have to go.” Reese looked up to see a woman standing in the doorway to the den.

      Maggie made the introductions. He reached for his radio and said, “Just a minute. I’ll get Deputy White to escort you home as soon as he’s finished clearing the perimeter of the house. Until we find out the intentions of the person snooping around, I don’t want you out there by yourself.”

      Mrs. Adler nodded, her frown furrowing, the lines in her forehead deep with worry. Five minutes later, in response to Reese’s call, Deputy White appeared on the front porch and Reese waved him inside. “Anything?”

      Deputy White shook his head. “Nothing that I can see. If someone was here, he’s gone now.”

      “Thanks. Mrs. Adler’s ready to go. Do you mind taking her home?”

      “Sure, be happy to.” The deputy escorted the woman out to his car.

      He turned back to Maggie, opened his mouth to question her further—and heard Belle crying.

      A low groan slipped from her throat and before he could stop himself, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get her.”

      Grateful surprise lit her eyes, and she melted back onto the cushion.

      Reese followed the wails down the hall to the nursery. It was tastefully decorated in pink-and-brown polka dots, and he couldn’t help but smile.

      The smile slipped when he saw the baby standing up, holding on to the railing, staring at him and blinking. A puzzled frown creased her forehead, and she looked as if she might start crying again. “Hey there, Belle. It’s all right. It’s just me.”

      His throat tightened as he recognized what he was doing. He was using the same voice he used to—

      Oh, God, help me.

      What had he been thinking? Volunteering to get the child from her crib. All he could see when he looked at her was his own baby daughter’s lifeless face. The last baby he’d held, and she’d been gone. She’d never had a chance to pull in a breath this side of heaven. His hands shook, and he clenched them.

      You can do this.

      But he wasn’t sure he could.

      “Reese? Everything okay?” Maggie called from the other room.

      He found his voice and some small measure of strength. “Yeah. Just fine.”

      When Belle’s face scrunched up again as if she was getting