Susan Sleeman - Christmas Conspiracy

“In an effort to stay clean, she left all the people she did drugs with in the past, and I don’t think she’s had the time to make new friends. I suppose one of her coworkers could have lost a child. All I know about her family is that she’s not close to her parents.”

“Does she have a boyfriend?”

Rachael shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

“Okay, then our focus will likely remain on you and your staff members for the time being.”

“My staff members?”

He nodded. “They have access to Kelly, so Detective Hunter will be interviewing them, and they’ll remain under suspicion until we can rule them out.”

Great. Now they were going to grill her teachers, too. All of the caring, compassionate women who’d worked beside her for three years. Women who’d no sooner hurt Kelly than she would.

“They didn’t do this,” she said. “Pick on me all you want, but please don’t harass them.”

“We’re harassing you? Is that what you think?”

“What else can I think? I was attacked this morning, which should prove my innocence, but you don’t seem to care.” Her voice wobbled, and she hated that she came across as weak and whiny.

He slowed at a stop sign and fixed a steady gaze on her. “I care, Rachael, but our mission is to find this guy as quickly as possible before he hurts anyone else. If that means we have to keep you on our suspect list no matter what we think about your innocence, then that’s what we’ll do.”

She studied him carefully, looking for any hint of his real opinion of her. “So you don’t think I’m involved?”

He turned back to his driving and didn’t answer, which, she supposed, was an answer in itself and the end to their conversation. She peered out the window. The clouds had broken, and one of Oregon’s famous rainbows hung in the sky, the muted colors giving her hope that God had something good planned for her future.

She recommitted herself to staying strong, not for herself, but for the center’s parents and staff. She used her pain to make a difference in others’ lives, and that had been the only thing that had taken her out of her grief and allowed her to live again. She just needed to keep that in mind and be thankful for her opportunities.

She closed her eyes.

Thank you, Lord, for keeping Kelly safe. For Jake and his team. Continue to watch over her. Over all of us. And help them find the intruder.

She kept her eyes closed until she felt the car bump into the driveway of the house she’d purchased when she’d opened the center. Living in the home she and Eli had shared had been too painful, and when God finally showed her how to move on in life, she knew she couldn’t continue to live in the home that held so many memories.

“Deputy Keith Hill.” Jake nodded at the patrol car sitting in front of her bungalow. “He’s got this shift.”

“Thanks again for arranging for his protection. I feel much safer.”

Jake reached behind the seat and lifted out her iPad. “I found it in the drawer right where you said it would be.”

He handed it to her, and she clutched it to her chest like a lifeline. She might not be allowed back into the center where she’d pinned all of her hopes and dreams the last few years, but she had her connection to the families through this device.

He reached behind the seat again. “I also grabbed your purse. I figured you’d need keys and such.”

“Right, my keys. I didn’t even think of that.” She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He gave a quick, almost uncomfortable nod as though he didn’t like to have any attention drawn to his helpfulness. He’d acted the same way when she’d thanked him at the hospital, claiming his team had done all the work.

“We should get you inside.” He opened his door, the hinge groaning in protest. His vehicle had to be ten-plus years old, and it looked well used. Still, it seemed like the kind of vehicle he would own. Something serviceable, but not showy or pretentious.

After he came around the front of the truck, he opened her door and offered his hand again. She accepted his help, and once she’d found solid footing, his hand moved to the small of her back and urged her toward the home she’d painted a crisp white with blue trim.

She fished out her keys and unlocked the bright blue door, pushing it open before turning to bid Jake goodbye.

She suddenly wished he didn’t have to leave, and at the same time hoped he would. “Thank you for the ride. For everything, actually.”

“I’d like to have a look around your house just to be safe.”

Her heart fluttered. “You don’t think the intruder has come here, do you?”

“I doubt it,” he said, sounding sure of his opinion. “But I don’t want to take any chances.”

“I don’t, either.” Though she didn’t like the thought of being alone with him when she was emotional and vulnerable to his kindness, she stepped back.

“I’ll make it quick.” He brushed past her, and his sure steps took him straight into her house.

She closed and locked the door, then trailed him as he went through the main living areas of her house. At the back door, he rested his hand on his weapon, and it remained in place as he peered out the kitchen window into her backyard.

He spun. “If you’ll give me the key, I’ll check your garage.”

She lifted a key from a peg on the wall and handed it to him.

“It’s not a good idea to keep your keys hanging in plain sight,” he said. “There are bad people in this world. You experienced that today, and you don’t want to make things easier for them. If someone did break into your house, they’d have keys to your car and any other keys you keep hanging here.” He didn’t wait for a response from her but stepped out the door. She watched him cross her small backyard to the single-car garage.

She’d never really given a lot of thought to personal safety. At least not beyond knowing full well that people died in car crashes and that she should be extra-vigilant while driving, plus avoiding dangerous situations. She paid attention to her surroundings, but such things were probably on Jake’s mind most of the time.

How difficult it would be to live under those terms. She wished no one had to be constantly on guard. She was even more thankful for men and women like Jake and his team, who dedicated their lives to protecting people.

He secured the garage door, and when he returned, he put the keys in her hand instead of hanging them on the peg.

They toured the remainder of the house where he paid special attention to the closets and the space under the beds. She appreciated his thoroughness but hoped he didn’t find too many dust bunnies.

Back at the front door, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “My cell is on here. Call me if you need anything. No matter what. No matter the time.” He kept his gaze glued to hers and looked torn about leaving, but stepped outside.

At the stairs, he paused to look back. His gaze connected with hers and held. He hid his emotions, but she could tell he wanted to stay.

“Thank you for everything,” she said to get him moving.

He gave a sharp nod then jogged down to the sidewalk. She watched him climb into his truck and back out of the driveway before she closed and locked the door. She set her purse on the hall table and added her iPad, too. The center parents and staff needed to hear from her, but she simply had to change out of the hospital gowns and shower off the creepy-crawly feeling from the intruder’s touch.

In her bathroom, she gingerly removed the gowns and looked at her stomach in the mirror. Two-inch-wide bruises already circled her body, the deep purple attesting to her struggle against the intruder’s iron grip. No wonder her pain had continued to grow after the ketamine had worn off.