Addison Fox - Colton K-9 Cop

Hooligan?

While she had no wish to alarm an old man—and she suspected his use of the word was meant to comfort—the casual term wasn’t nearly the correct one for what had happened to her. This wasn’t a prank. Or a sick joke. Someone had attempted to kill her. And the sooner she got off of LSP property, the better she’d feel.

“Will I be allowed to go home soon?”

“I overheard Officer Colton talking with the chief. You should be able to get out of here right soon.”

“Thanks.”

Since her purse had been on her arm when she’d gotten out of the car to close the trunk, she still had many of her personal items. Best of all, she’d been pleased to find her cell phone undamaged where she’d had it zipped in a side pocket. The purse was ripped and headed for the trash but the fact it protected the rest of her personal items was the only saving grace of the evening. Especially seeing as how the car and her small box of memories were destroyed.

“Ms. Reeves?”

Donovan Colton took a commanding spot beside her and Gus, Alex immediately sitting at his side. There was something comforting about the presence of both of them and Bellamy felt a small bit of the stress and strain of the day ebb. “Yes.”

“I’d like to ask you a few questions but perhaps you’d prefer to answer them after you’ve had a chance to clean up. Or maybe eat?”

“You can decide that? I mean, I can leave here.”

The edges of his eyes crinkled in a small smile before he nodded. “I think I’m allowed to take you to a more comfortable place and out of the increasing cold. It may be Texas, but it’s still December.”

She had gotten chilled, the air growing cool once the sun set. “I didn’t have lunch and now that you mention it, I am hungry.”

“Why don’t we leave, then?” Donovan turned to Gus and shook his hand. “You and your team have been incredibly helpful here. Thank you for keeping everyone at the edges and not allowing anyone else to leave until we had a chance to check their cars.”

Gus stood taller, his chest puffing just like the dog’s. “Of course.”

“I’ll see that Ms. Reeves is escorted home now. I’ll be back tomorrow to finish a review of the site with the chief.”

“We’ll be waiting for you.”

Now that she’d given her agreement to leave, there was little keeping her and Donovan on the property. In a matter of moments, he had her in his SUV and was driving them toward the exit on the back side of the property, in the opposite direction from the press. She wasn’t sure if the strategy would work, but refused to turn around to find out.

“I’m sorry for the dog hair. Alex usually sits on the front seat.”

A strained giggle crawled up her throat, at odds with the exhaustion that racked her shoulders the moment she sat down. “I think a few stray dog hairs are the least of my worries right now. And since I don’t mind them on a good day, it’s no bother.”

“Are you warm enough?” The heater was on full blast, rapidly warming the car as they drove toward the center of town.

“I’m getting there.” As days went, December in central Texas was often mild bordering on warm. She was rarely cold, but since being tossed from the car she’d had a weird, aching numbness that had settled in her bones and refused to let go.

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