Rachel Lee - A Secret In Conard County

“Exactly.”

“And you have more than four of them in this county?” The thought boggled her mind. Men like that didn’t exactly grow on trees, and this county was far from overpopulated. Coming up with four shouldn’t be a lottery.

Lance smiled. “It started decades ago with our former sheriff. He was a Green Beret in Vietnam. He brought a friend a few years later, and for some reason more followed over the years. One of them is his son, a retired navy SEAL. Somehow we’ve gathered them.”

“I guess so. Aren’t they rusty?”

“They don’t let themselves get rusty.”

That was a comment she would have liked to pursue, but it seemed like too much trouble at that moment. Instead she put her mind to finishing her coffee in the hopes it would help keep her brain in gear.

“Let me go make another pot,” Lance said as he watched her drain her cup. “I hope you don’t mind roast chicken for dinner.”

“Sounds good. Thanks.”

Watching Lance walk away, her unguarded thoughts insisted on reminding her that he was one attractive man. Too bad she hurt so much. Too bad she would be returning to the road as soon as she could.

Because she sure would have liked to get him in the sack for just one night.

* * *

The bomber answered the phone, hearing the long anticipated mechanical voice.

“I know where she might be,” the voice said.

The bomber had been growing antsy. Two weeks of sitting on his hands until the agent got out of the hospital, followed by two weeks when the voice didn’t know where she’d gone. He had two bombs waiting to be used, and he was itching to get out and look for another woman who needed a lesson.

“You stay where you are,” the voice said. “Don’t go after another woman. Not yet. It’s still too dangerous.”

That caused him to settle, like it or not. He’d been so close to going out hunting tonight.

“I have to verify the information,” the voice said. “And you need to get ready to travel.”

“Travel?” The bomber didn’t like the idea. Leave the only safety he had?

“You heard me. She saw you. She’s out of the area right now. When the time comes, you either go after her, or you’re going to be sitting in court with her pointing a finger at you. Understand?”

He understood. “When?”

“I don’t know yet. You’re not the only one who needs to be careful.”

So the voice had some worries, too? He liked that. He eyed the bombs, and figured he could build another while he waited. After he took out the agent, maybe he could use them on his way back from wherever he had to go. Yeah, he liked that idea.

“Wait for my call.” The voice disconnected.

Anger began to sizzle in him. How the voice had found him, he didn’t know. But he didn’t like having his strings pulled like this. Didn’t like the idea of traveling. Didn’t like that he couldn’t set another bomb.

He hated the voice. But he feared its threats even more.

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