want to see him.” And the glare Jericho gave Laurel dared her not to refuse him.
She didn’t refuse him, though. She gave a shaky nod. “We’ll just have to make sure we aren’t followed.”
He would make certain of that because he wouldn’t put it past Herschel to take the boy, all in the name of keeping him safe from Laurel. Later, Jericho would have to do something about those false reports, but for now he had a more immediate problem on his hands.
“I have to call Jax and tell him I won’t be able to question the man in custody until, well, until later,” he settled for saying. Because Jericho had no idea how much time he’d need to start fixing this mess Herschel had created.
That Laurel had created, too.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, no doubt after she saw the latest round of anger go through his eyes.
Not in the mood for an apology that wouldn’t help one bit, Jericho waved her off and took out his phone to call his brother. However, he stopped when he heard the sound.
A vehicle was approaching the house.
“Oh, God,” Laurel whispered, her fingertips going to her mouth.
“It might be nothing,” he assured her.
After all, his family’s ranch was huge, and people came and went all the time. It could be one of the ranch hands, his mother or maybe even his sister, Addie, and her fiancé, Weston. Since Addie was pregnant, they were often making night runs to get whatever she was craving.
Heck, it could even be one of his other brothers, Levi or Chase. Both had houses on the grounds of the ranch.
“Wait here,” Jericho told her, and he headed to the living room window to look out. He braced himself for the worst.
And the worst was exactly what he got.
The moment he pulled back the curtain, he spotted the man who’d stepped from the black car now stopped in front of Jericho’s house. It was dark enough that Jericho couldn’t make out the guy’s face, but he had no trouble seeing his gun.
Or hearing it.
The bullet slammed into the windowsill just a couple of inches from where Jericho was standing.
“Get down!” he shouted to Laurel.
But he did something to make sure that happened. Jericho hurried to her, hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to the floor behind the couch. It wouldn’t be much protection against bullets, but it was safer than her standing in a room with windows on the front and side.
“Call Jax for me,” he said, tossing Laurel his phone. “I need backup and everyone in the main house warned that we’re under attack.”
Despite Laurel yelling for him to stay down, Jericho headed back to one of the windows so he could figure out who this idiot was and how to stop him.
From what Jericho could tell, the guy was alone. At least he was the only one out of the car. Of course, someone could be inside, waiting, so that’s why he went to the window on the other side of the room. He wanted as much of an element of surprise as he could manage when he fired at this nut job. Maybe the guy wouldn’t see him before Jericho got off the finishing shot.
“Jax is on the way,” Laurel relayed to him. “He’s bringing one of the deputies with him. Dexter Conway. He’ll also call your mother and the rest of your family on the drive over.”
Good. It’d take at least twenty minutes for Jax and Dexter to arrive, but maybe the attack was confined to just here. He didn’t want Herschel’s brand of violence spreading to the rest of his family.
“Now, please get down,” Laurel added. “I’m calling Sandy to make sure everything is okay with Maddox.”
Even though what Laurel was saying was important, Jericho shut her out, knocked out the pane of glass with his gun and took aim. He pulled the trigger, and though he couldn’t be sure, he thought he might have hit the shooter in the shoulder. The guy ducked down and jumped into the car. Just in case he intended to get back out, Jericho sent another shot his way.
“Do you know for sure who’s doing this?” Jericho asked Laurel.
“No. My father hates me now, but I can’t believe he’d try to kill me.”
“Believe it,” Jericho said just as he got another surprise of the night.
Another bullet came right at him. Not from the idiot in the car this time. This shot had come from somewhere across the road. The land was level pasture there, and it would have been easy for a gunman to stand out, which meant the guy was likely hiding in the ditch.
Had he come with his partner in the car?
Probably.
Herschel no doubt wanted some kind of backup to make sure this attack was a success. After all, if Herschel got rid of both of Maddox’s parents, then there’d be no fight for custody. However, that only led Jericho to yet another set of questions.
Did Herschel really want Maddox enough to kill for him?
And why?
Because Jericho wasn’t sure a man like Herschel was capable of loving a child this much.
Jericho didn’t have time to dwell on that because another shot came crashing through the window, and it spewed broken glass all over the room. Some of it even flew behind the couch.
Worse, it didn’t stay a single shot.
The bullets began to rip through what was left of the window. Tear through the walls, too. It was an old house with a wood frame, and if the shooters were using the right kind of bullets, they could do some serious damage before Jax and backup could even arrive.
“Crawl to my bathroom,” Jericho told Laurel. “Get in the tub.”
“You can’t stay out here, either,” she insisted.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
Maybe. But he immediately had to rethink that maybe when he finally spotted the shooter in the ditch. Jax would be there soon, and this guy was right next to the road. Jericho didn’t want his brother getting hurt. Losing one family member to Herschel’s schemes was more than enough.
Jericho moved to the side of a bookcase. Like the couch, it wasn’t ideal coverage, but it would do. Hopefully. Since there wasn’t any glass remaining in the window, he leaned out and fired right at the shooter in the ditch.
The guy dropped back down. But Jericho didn’t think he’d managed to hit him.
Still, if he could keep both of these idiots pinned down, that would keep Laurel and the rest of the ranch safe. That thought had barely crossed his mind, however, when he heard a sound he definitely didn’t want to hear.
More shots.
Coming from the car.
Shooter
