“I don’t want to harm you.” Jake cursed. “I don’t want to harm you today,” he quickly amended.
She wasn’t sure she believed that, and Jake had good reason to want to do her harm. If Maggie could go back to three years ago, she would have never started that investigation into Bruce Tanner, the rancher who was as corrupt as he was rich and powerful. But Maggie had been eager for justice. Equally eager to make a name for herself in the Amarillo P.D. She’d wanted to bring Tanner down.
And she had succeeded in part.
Maggie had found the evidence necessary to arrest him for money laundering through real estate deals, and in retaliation, Tanner had hired someone to shoot and kill Anna in what was supposed to look like a foiled robbery attempt at a store where she’d been shopping.
Yes, eventually Maggie and her fellow officers had managed to pin the murder on Tanner and had put him on death row, but it hadn’t brought back her sister. It hadn’t eased Jake’s hatred of her.
And it hadn’t eased her hatred of herself.
“If you’re not taking me to Tanner,” she asked, “then where are you taking me?”
“To the hospital for some tests. After that, I’ll let you go.”
The hospital? “But I’m not sick.”
Maggie stopped. What the heck would make Jake McCall come all this way to take her to Mustang Ridge for some tests?
There was only one thing.
Sunny.
She reached across the seat and gripped on to his jacket, wadding up the fabric in her fists. “What’s wrong? What happened to my niece?”
Maggie would have added more questions, but the sound of the sirens stopped her cold. It wasn’t a sound she heard often in Coopersville.
The sirens didn’t stop Jake, however. He threw the truck into gear.
“Put your seat belt on,” Jake growled.
And that was the only warning Maggie got before Jake gunned the engine, and the truck barreled out of the parking lot.
Chapter Three
Jake tried not to react to the sirens wailing behind him. And he reminded himself that the local cops probably wouldn’t be after him yet.
Probably.
But even if they were, he still had to get Maggie out of there.
“You’ve lost your mind,” Maggie concluded.
She put on her seat belt as he’d ordered, though Jake wasn’t sure how she managed it with her hands shaking that hard. She was chewing on her bottom lip, too, and there wasn’t much color in her face.
He hadn’t wanted to scare her.
Okay, maybe he had.
Fear was better than other things she could have chosen to do.
Like fight back.
Maggie had once been an Amarillo city cop with a good aim and a kick-butt attitude, and Jake had been surprised when she hadn’t pulled a gun on him and tried to defend herself. But no. She’d confused things even more by going with him and poking fun at the fact that this could have been her last few moments on earth.
She pushed her dark blond hair from her face, looked over her shoulder and no doubt saw the Coopersville police cruiser behind them. Not close.
And it wasn’t exactly following them.
The cruiser pulled into the parking lot of the diner, and Jake kept going. He had to get out of there before the local sheriff realized that Maggie was gone.
“Are you planning to let me in on what’s going on?” Maggie asked.
Not really. But he needed her cooperation and that meant he had to tell her at least some of the truth. It was a gamble, but Jake was feeling a little better about his chances since Maggie had already asked about Sunny. Maybe that meant she hadn’t written off her niece.
Maybe that also meant she’d help with Jake’s plan.
“Should I be screaming and trying to flag down Sheriff Myers?” she pushed.
Oh, yeah. She probably should, but Jake kept that to himself. “I hacked into the Justice Department database to find you.”
“What?” She made a sound of pure outrage. “Why would you do something stupid like that? You know what could happen to me.”
She stopped.
“Oh, I get it.” Maggie huffed. “This is some kind of death by proxy thing. You lead one of Tanner’s goons to me so he can kill me. Yeah, you’ll lose your badge for hacking into the database. Maybe even spend some time in jail or on probation. But you’ll have your McCall justice, and I’ll be dead.”
None of that was true. But he was glad Chet hadn’t thought of it. Jake didn’t think even his father would stoop that low, but with Chet, you never knew.
Jake turned onto a back road before he continued. “Sunny’s sick.”
Maggie froze and studied him a moment. “What’s wrong with her?” Her voice was tentative. As if she didn’t want to hear the answer.
Jake had practiced this part so it would sound sterile. “Aplastic anemia. Her bone marrow isn’t producing enough new cells to keep her alive.”
“Oh, God.” And Maggie repeated it until it strung together like one syllable.
Jake gave her some time to try to absorb that. He wished her luck with it. He’d had several months now and was still trying to absorb it. It didn’t make sense that his baby girl would have to fight for her life this way.
“How bad is it?” Maggie asked.
“Bad.” He had to pause, take a deep breath. He’d rehearsed this part, too, but it still sickened him to say it. “She needs a bone marrow transplant fast. We’ve all had blood tests, and none of us match.”
She repeated that, too. “And I’m a match?”
He glanced at her and met her gaze. “I hope.”
“You don’t know?” Her grip melted off him. “That’s what the test is for, Jake, you didn’t have to kidnap me. I would have done the test.”
Her eagerness to help Sunny didn’t ease the knot in his gut. That’s because he was bargaining with the devil here.
A devil he’d kissed.
And dreamed about.
Hell, the dreams were the worst part, because in them he’d done a lot more than just kiss her. That made him one sick puppy.
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