Barb Han - Ransom At Christmas

Kelly prayed this was all a nightmare and she’d wake any second to find the world had righted itself again.

“What did the person who drugged you look like?” the sheriff asked and his voice was laced with sympathy. “Tell me everything you can remember. Hair color. Eyes. General size and shape.”

“Tall. Built. He was linebacker-big but shorter. The rest of the details are fuzzy,” she admitted. “He had darkish hair. I think. And he smelled like he’d taken a bath in aftershave. That much I remember distinctly. The scent was cheap, piney and overpowering.”

Zach had taken out a pocket notebook and was writing down the few details she’d given him.

She knew it wasn’t much to go on.

“Am I under arrest?” she asked.

“No, ma’am,” the sheriff said but his serious tone didn’t exactly cause warm and fuzzy feelings to rain down. “I will need to take that gown as evidence, though. I’d also like to have you checked out at the hospital.”

“She’ll need something warm to wear,” Will stated. “She looks close enough to Amber’s size. I’ll find something in my sister’s closet for Kelly. Everyone keeps clothes in the main house.”

Will’s face was like stone, hard and unreadable.

The doc finished his exam and declared that there was too much blood for all of it to belong to her and the small wound on her hip.

“There’s blood spatter,” he continued, “which isn’t consistent with the type of injury she’s sustained.

Will had already explained that everyone in the family kept clothes at the main house just in case the need to stay over arose. The reasoning usually included working too late to drive home.

A few moments later, Will returned with garments in hand.

Kelly released the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“Is there somewhere I can change?” she asked, flashing her eyes at the sheriff. He’d been a child the last time she’d seen him. Strange how coming back made her think everyone would still be the same age as when she’d left town years ago. It was silly, she knew that. But in a strange way she’d half expected Zach McWilliams to still be in third grade, his younger sister, Amy, in preschool.

“Deputy Deloren can wait in the hall while you change in the bathroom. Door’ll have to stay open, of course,” Zach said.

Panic gripped Kelly at the thought of a stranger watching her undress. She shot a wild look toward Will, whose forehead creased with concern.

He didn’t speak.

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