“I need help. Somebody’s outside my house.”
“How do you know?” Cade asked.
“Because I saw him!” The tears finally spilled down Paige’s cheeks. “I got away, but…”
“Where are you now?”
“Inside.”
“Okay. Just stay put and lock your doors,” Cade ordered. “I’ll be right there.”
She hung up and went to make sure all the doors and windows were secure. Merely knowing that the Ranger was on his way was amazingly comforting.
It belatedly occurred to her that most people would have called 911 instead. Not her. Any time she could rely directly on the Texas Rangers for help, they’d be her first and only choice. Even the one she’d just phoned.
In her mind, that statement was immediately altered to Especially the one she’d just phoned.
TEXAS RANGER JUSTICE:
Keeping the Lone Star State safe
Daughter of Texas—Terri Reed, January 2011
Body of Evidence—Lenora Worth, February 2011
Face of Danger—Valerie Hansen, March 2011
Trail of Lies—Margaret Daley, April 2011
Threat of Exposure—Lynette Eason, May 2011
Out of Time—Shirlee McCoy, June 2011
VALERIE HANSEN
was thirty when she awoke to the presence of the Lord in her life and turned to Jesus. In the years that followed she worked with young children, both in church and secular environments. She also raised a family of her own and played foster mother to a wide assortment of furred and feathered critters.
Married to her high school sweetheart since age seventeen, she now lives in an old farmhouse she and her husband renovated with their own hands. She loves to hike the wooded hills behind the house and reflect on the marvelous turn her life has taken. Not only is she privileged to reside among the loving, accepting folks in the breathtakingly beautiful Ozark mountains of Arkansas, she also gets to share her personal faith by telling the stories of her heart for all of Steeple Hill’s Love Inspired lines.
Life doesn’t get much better than that!
Face of Danger
Valerie Hansen
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You will call and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and He will say, “Here I am.”
—Isaiah 58:9
As always, many thanks to the other authors involved in this Texas Ranger series: Terri Reed, Lenora Worth, Margaret Daley, Lynette Eason and Shirlee McCoy.
And, of course, my Joe, who works hard to keep me fed and happy while I’m chained to my computer!
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
ONE
Texas Ranger Cade Jarvis gripped the wheel of his pickup truck, his neck and shoulder muscles knotting. He was on the most important mission of his career and nothing was going to stop him from reaching Austin. Nothing.
His glance darted to the rearview mirror. He’d been keeping an eye on the erratic movements of a set of headlights approaching behind him. The SUV was speeding, cutting in and out of the heavy traffic as if that driver thought he was on a racetrack instead of the highway.
Cade tensed. The guy was crowding everyone he passed and scattering them like a flock of scared chickens.
The dark SUV drew parallel with his truck and swerved toward him. Cade sounded his horn. There was no discernible reaction from the speeder.
Cade managed to avoid physical contact once, twice. Again. He muttered, “Sober up before you kill us both,” and clenched his teeth.
The SUV matched him move for move while other drivers did their best to distance themselves from the obvious confrontation.
The reckless driver closed the sideways gap so abruptly, so forcefully, Cade couldn’t dodge this time. The sound of rending, crushing, sliding metal against metal squealed through the cold November night.
Hitting his brakes, Cade braced for an even worse collision. He glanced over at the evidence case resting next to him on the seat and prayed instinctively, “Dear God. Don’t let anything stop me from getting that to the forensic artist.”
Tires sliding, truck body slewing sideways, Cade felt his front bumper clip the supporting post of a highway sign. The pickup’s chassis did a 180 and ended up half on and half off the
