Kathleen Long - Reluctant Witness

Wade narrowed his dark gaze. “You don’t even know what happened.”

She shook her head. “I don’t need to know. It’s plastered all over your face. Someone tried to run him down, didn’t they?”

Wade winced again, guilt washing across his tense features. He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Kerri’s voice rose sharply and she hoped Tom had closed his bedroom door. “You’re sorry someone tried to run down my son. He could have been killed, am I right?”

Wade hesitated, his gaze searching her face, gentle now. She ignored the sudden desire to let her anger soften beneath the sincerity of his stare.

He nodded.

Kerri moved to push past him, but he hooked one of her elbows in his grasp. She pressed her lips tightly together, fighting the urge to shove him away.

“The police will protect you. You can’t run. Whoever this is will find you. Let me help you.”

“Help us?” She jerked her arm free of his grasp. “This family has no need for your help. I can take care of my own son, apparently far better than you can.”

“Let me go talk to McCann.”

“McCann? What has he done to protect us? Obviously not enough.” She leaned close, anger heating her cheeks. “Someone in that department leaked Tom’s identity and you want to go back there for help? What’s wrong with you, Wade?”

He straightened as if she’d slapped him. “Maybe I was wrong to drag Tom into this.”

“You’re damned right you were wrong. Now it’s up to me to get him out of this. We’re leaving town for however long it takes.”

His strong features tightened with worry. “Where will you go?”

“It’s better that I don’t tell you,” Kerri answered, leaving out the fact she had absolutely no idea about where to go. “If you don’t know, you can’t tell anyone.”

One dark brow lifted. “You don’t know where you’re going, do you?”

Damn the man. He’d been able to see right through her since the day they’d met. She forced a weak smile and tipped her chin. “Don’t I?”

Wade turned for the door. “I’ll be back in an hour.” He gave her a long look over his shoulder. “Do not leave until I come back. Promise me, Red.”

Kerri nodded in an effort to hasten his departure. The sooner he was in his truck and out of her drive, the sooner she could throw together some clothes and food, grab her son and leave town.

She had no idea of where they were going or for how long, but every instinct she possessed screamed loud and clear. As long as they stayed where they were, Tom was in danger, and that was a reality she wasn’t willing to accept.

She had no plans to wait for Wade’s return.

Not now.

Not ever.

WADE DIDN’T WAIT for Adam McCann to wave him over to his desk, instead storming across the precinct floor. McCann’s eyes narrowed as Wade neared, and he held up a finger while he cut his phone conversation short.

Wade leaned over the desk, dropping his voice so low only McCann could hear. “You want to tell me who on your team leaked word of the Nelson boy being a witness?”

McCann’s eyes narrowed further still. “What are you talking about?”

“Someone called Kerri last night and threatened her to keep her son away from the police.”

“Damn it.” McCann reached for the phone. “I’ll put someone at the house—”

“Not good enough,” Wade interrupted and leaned closer still. “Someone tried to run that boy down this morning.”

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