to remain anonymous?”
“As I told you, he’s in town visiting relatives. He doesn’t want the notoriety. But I can assure you, we checked him out. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time last night.”
McKenzie felt as if she could breathe a little easier. “I’m sorry he won’t let me thank him, but I certainly appreciate what he did. Is there any word on...?”
“No, but we are looking at Gus Thompson. We brought him in. He doesn’t have an alibi for last night.”
“You really think it was him?” She shuddered, remembering. He was about the right size and he had acted more than a little creepy in the past.
Behind her, the door opened. She heard Tag and his brother come out.
“Thank you for letting me know,” she said to the patrolwoman and disconnected. “So what do you think?” she asked, but one look at their faces and she knew Hayes hadn’t liked the place.
Tag had been so excited about the building. She could get it for him at a good price since the owner was anxious to sell. But she could see that Hayes was far from sold.
“We can’t really make a decision until all my brothers see the place,” Tag said. Hayes said nothing.
She could feel the tension between the two men. “Well, let me know. This property won’t stay on the market long. I’ll lock up.” She moved past Hayes to turn out the light and lock the door.
When she came back out, the brothers were leaving. She shivered as she felt someone watching her. Her gaze shot to Hayes, but he was looking off toward the mountains and his brother was busy driving.
I’m losing my mind. Hayes Cardwell wasn’t her attacker. So why, when she thought of his brown eyes, did some memory try to fight to surface?
* * *
GUS THOMPSON WAS going to see McKenzie no matter what anyone said. When he’d come out of the police station and climbed into his vehicle, he hadn’t known where to go or what to do. He had to save his career, and McKenzie was the only one who could do that.
Restraining order or not, he would see her.
He had racked his brain, trying to remember where she said she had a showing today. Something about a listing in Big Sky. A former restaurant. He’d quickly checked to see what commercial restaurant space was under the multiple listings at Big Sky and laughed out loud when he’d found the restaurant with ease.
It didn’t take much to find out what time she was showing the place. He’d called the office, changed his voice and pretended to be the person she was showing the restaurant to. Within minutes, he’d found out that McKenzie would be at the restaurant this afternoon at two to meet the Cardwells.
For a few minutes after he’d hung up, he’d tried to talk himself out of driving up to Big Sky. The last thing he needed was for her to call the police before she heard him out. It appalled him that she thought she could just fire him and he’d go away. Well, she was dead wrong about that.
Unfortunately, the forty-mile drive had taken longer than he’d expected. Summer traffic. He’d forgotten about the damned tourists so he hadn’t been able to beat McKenzie to the restaurant—which had been his intent.
Fifty minutes later, he’d parked next to a small grocery in a space where he had a good view of the restaurant with the M.K. Realty sign out front. He’d arrived in time to see two men pull up in an SUV only moments after McKenzie.
He’d been forced to wait, telling himself it might work out better. He would grab her after her showing. He could get a lay of the land before he did anything stupid. More stupid, he thought, thinking of Cynthia, the receptionist. She wasn’t even that cute.
While he had no patience for waiting, he was surprised when the showing only took a matter of minutes. He had to laugh. Boy, had that not gone well. And now McKenzie had just lost her best salesman. She would definitely regret firing him, probably already did.
He saw his chance when the two men McKenzie had shown the property to got into their SUV and drove away. The restaurant location was somewhat secluded, separated from the other businesses by pine trees.
Once he got her alone, she’d be forced to listen to what he had to say.
As he started his vehicle, planning to park behind her car so she couldn’t get away, he saw her looking around. Was she worried he might show up? Or was she looking for the man who’d attacked her last night? Her gaze skimmed over him in his vehicle where he still sat, motor running. He looked away, glad he’d driven his silver SUV that looked like everyone else’s around here.
When he’d dared take a peek again, she was headed for her car. He couldn’t let her just drive away. His best chance of talking to her was here rather than back in Bozeman.
Gus shifted the SUV into gear. He told himself all he wanted to do was tell her what he thought of her firing him, of accusing him of attacking her, of treating him like an employee rather than appreciating what he did for M.K. Realty.
He just needed to have his say. He wasn’t stupid enough to touch her. Or threaten her. He had the right to have the last word. She couldn’t just get rid of him in such a humiliating way and think he was going to let it pass.
But as he’d started to drive up the road to the empty restaurant, another vehicle pulled in and parked next to her car. Annoyed, he saw that he would have to wait again. He hadn’t come all this way to give up. He killed his engine with a curse. If he couldn’t get to her now, then soon. She would hear him out, one way or another.
* * *
MCKENZIE HATED THE scared feeling she had as she hurried to her car. Her gaze took in the activity lower on the hillside. She told herself she’d just imagined someone watching her. Down the road, there were families in vans with laughing and screaming children, older people trying to park in front of one of the small businesses that dotted the meadow, a young couple heading into the grocery store.
Everywhere she looked there were people busy with their own lives. It was June in Montana, a time when in Big Sky, it seemed everyone was on vacation. No one had any reason to be watching her.
Still, she gripped her keys in her fist until her hand ached as she neared her car. She wanted to run but she was afraid that like a mad dog, the person watching her would give chase. She couldn’t see anyone watching her and yet the hair rose on the back of her neck. The afternoon sun had sunk behind Lone Mountain. Shadows moved on the restless breeze through the pines next to the building.
Fear was making her paranoid, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling that the man from last night hadn’t left town. Nor had he forgotten about her.
She reached the car, opened the door and climbed in, fumbling in a panic to get the door locked. The moment she did, she realized she hadn’t looked in the backseat. Her gaze shot to the rearview mirror. She swiveled around. The backseat was empty.
Hot tears burned down her cheeks. She began to shake uncontrollably.
At the sound of a vehicle approaching, she brushed at her tears and tried to pull herself together. She was trying to put the key into the ignition, when the tap on her side window made her jump.
Her
