steering wheel without blistering her rear.
She’d started the engine and was about to jerk the floor shift into Reverse when she noticed a piece of folded notebook paper beneath her windshield wiper.
Probably a student who couldn’t face her with some sort of request, she thought, or one who needed a second chance at a flunked test.
Sighing, she thrust the floor gearshift into Neutral and left the engine running while she stepped down to retrieve the paper. Once she was back in the truck, she started to toss the note into her purse and go on her way, but curiosity got the better of her at the last second and she unfolded the square.
The typed words in front of her were so unexpected and strange that for a moment she couldn’t assimilate what she was reading. Then she began to shake.
Deposit one million dollars into this account by Wednesday noon. If you don’t comply, you’ll wish like hell you had. Derek
After the word account there was a row of numbers and the name of a nearby bank. As for the signature, since it was also typed, there was no absolute way to tell if her ex-husband had actually written it.
Oh, God. Oh, God. What was she supposed to do now?
Deputy McCleod. The tall, lanky lawman was the first image to come to Lucita’s frantically racing mind. Ripp had to know about this. Not just because he was the deputy working her case, but also because she trusted him. His solid presence would make her feel safe, something she desperately needed at the moment.
Lucita drove the twenty-six miles from Victoria to Goliad with her cell phone next to her on the seat and one eye on the rearview mirror. By the time she parked in front of the sheriff’s department, she was still shaking, but she’d managed to gather her senses together. She walked into the building with gritty determination on her face.
“Can I help you?”
The question came from a female officer sitting behind a waist-high counter. She was much younger than Lucita, on the curvy side, with pale blond hair pulled into a ponytail.
“I’d like to speak with Deputy McCleod if he’s here,” Lucita told her.
The young officer’s brows lifted marginally. “He’s here. Just a minute.”
The woman left the area behind the counter and disappeared down a corridor.
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