Nate. Delores Fossen

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Название Nate
Автор произведения Delores Fossen
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия Mills & Boon Intrigue
Издательство Ужасы и Мистика
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isbn 9781472006929



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so it’s connected to both of us. Not just me. Not just you. Both.

      Her gaze flew to his, and she met his frosty-metal eyes. The raw emotions of the moment were still there, deep in those shades of gray, but she could also see the cop now. Here was the formidable opponent she’d come up against in the past.

      “The man who killed your wife is dead,” she reminded him. “And so is the person who hired him.”

      “Wesley Dent isn’t in jail,” Nate provided. He took his attention off her and put it back on the road.

      Yes. Wesley Dent was her client. A San Antonio man under investigation for poisoning his wife. Dent had retained her a few days after his wife’s death because he was concerned about the accusatory tone the police were taking with him. She’d accompanied him to several interviews and had successfully argued to put limits on the search warrant that was being issued for his house and vehicles.

      And the lead investigator in the case was none other than Nate.

      Darcy gave that some thought and shook her head. “I don’t think Wesley Dent would do this. I’m not even sure he’s capable of poisoning anyone.”

      “He’s guilty,” Nate said with the complete confidence that only a cop could have.

      Darcy was far from convinced of that, but to the best of her knowledge, Dent was the only thing that connected Nate and her. Still, it didn’t matter at this point if Dent was the one responsible. They needed to find the van.

      Nate’s cell phone rang, and without picking it up, he jabbed the button to answer the call on speaker.

      “It’s Grayson,” the caller said.

      The sheriff, and from what she’d heard, a very capable lawman. Darcy held her breath, praying that he had good news.

      “Anything?” Nate immediately asked.

      “No. But we’re putting everything in place.” He paused just a second. “Dade said you have Ms. Burkhart in the vehicle with you.”

      “Yeah. She jumped in as I was driving away.”

      The sheriff mumbled something she didn’t catch, but it sounded like profanity. “I shouldn’t have to remind you that if you find this van, you should wait for backup. You two shouldn’t try to do this alone.”

      Nate paused, too. “No, we shouldn’t. But if I see that van, nothing is going to stop me. Just make sure you have a noose around the area. I don’t want them getting away.”

      “They won’t. Now, tell me about this note you gave Dade.”

      “It said, ‘Nate Ryland and Darcy Burkhart, we have them. Cooperate or you’ll never see your babies again.’ And yes, I know what that means.” Nate tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “They won’t harm the children because they want them for leverage. I think this is connected to a man named Wesley Dent. Call my captain and have Dent brought in for questioning. Beat the truth out of him if necessary.”

      Darcy knew she should object to that. She believed in the law with her whole heart. But her son’s safety suddenly seemed above the law.

      “I don’t suppose it’d do any good to ask you to come back to the station,” Grayson said. “We have plenty of people out looking for the van.”

      “I’m not coming back. Not until—” Nate’s eyes widened, and she followed his gaze to what had grabbed his attention.

      Oh, mercy. There was a black van on the side street. It was moving but not at a high speed.

      Noah could be in there.

      “I just spotted the possible escape vehicle on Elmore Road,” Nate relayed to his brother. “It’s on the move, and I’m in pursuit.”

      Nate turned his car on what had to be two wheels at most, and with the tires squealing, he maneuvered onto the narrow road. There were houses here, spaced far apart, but thankfully there didn’t seem to be any other traffic. Good thing, too, because Nate floored the accelerator and tore through the normally quiet neighborhood.

      So did the driver of the van.

      He sped up, which meant he had no doubt seen them. Not that she’d expected them to be able to sneak up on the vehicle, but Darcy had hoped they would be able to get closer so she could look inside the windows.

      Nate read off the license-plate number to his brother, who was still on the line, though she could hear the sheriff making other calls. Grayson was assembling backup for Nate. She only prayed they wouldn’t need it, that they could resolve this here and now.

      “Can you try to shoot out the tires or something?” she asked.

      “Not with the kids inside. Too risky.”

      Of course, it was. She obviously wasn’t thinking clearly and wouldn’t until she had her baby safely in her arms. “How will we get it to stop?”

      “Grayson will have someone at the other end of this road. Once the guy realizes he can’t escape, he’ll stop.”

      Maybe. And maybe that shoot-out would happen, after all. Darcy tried not to give in to the fear, but she got a double dose of it when the van sped over a hill and disappeared out of sight.

      “Are there side roads?” she asked. She’d never been on Elmore or in this particular part of Silver Creek.

      “Yeah. Side roads and old ranch trails.”

      That didn’t help with the fear, and she held her breath until Nate’s car barreled over the hill. There, about a quarter of a mile in front of them, she could see the van. But not for long. The driver went around a deep curve and disappeared again.

      It seemed to take hours for Nate to reach that same curve, and he was going so fast that he had to grapple with the steering wheel to remain in control. The tires on her side scraped against the gravel shoulder and sent a spray of rocks pelting into the car’s undercarriage. It sounded like gunshots, and that made her terror worse.

      They came out of the curve, only to go right into another one. Nate seemed to realize it was coming because he was already steering in that direction.

      Darcy prayed that it wouldn’t be much longer before Grayson or someone else approached from the other side of the road so they could stop this chase. She didn’t want to risk the van crashing into one of the trees that dotted the sides of the road.

      She could hear the chatter on Nate’s cell, which was still on speaker. People were responding. Everything was in motion, but the truth was Nate and she were the ones who were closest to the van. They were their children’s best bet for rescue.

      “Hold on,” Nate warned as he took another turn. “And put on your seat belt.”

      Her hands were shaking, but she managed to get the belt pulled across her. She was still fumbling with the latch when their car came out of yet another curve followed by a hill.

      The moment they reached the top of the hill, she saw the van.

      And Darcy’s heart went to her knees.

      “Stop!” she yelled.

      Nate was already trying to do just that. He slammed on the brakes. But they were going too fast. And the van was sideways, right in the middle of the road. The vehicle wasn’t moving, and there was no way for Nate to avoid it.

      Darcy screamed.

      Just as they crashed head-on into the black van.

       Chapter Three

      Nate heard the screech of his brakes as the asphalt ripped away at the tires. There was nothing he could do.

       Nothing.

      Except pray and try to brace himself for the impact.

      He didn’t have to wait