you think they’ve seen us?” She pulled the car to the curb, keeping her foot on the brake and the car in gear.
“Not sure.”
“Thoughts?”
“They aren’t getting out. We should call for backup. Last thing we need is a chase through a residential part of Dallas.”
“Agreed. A high-speed chase isn’t ideal anywhere.”
“Nope.”
At least he was concise. Shoot, he always had been. Heath Murray was a cowboy of few words.
“As soon as I put the car in Park, they’ll take off.”
“Probably. Backup?”
“I hate to do that when all we have is the suspicion they were watching us or Pelzel’s house.” She needed proof. Something solid to move forward with. Not a reprimand about pursuing innocent bystanders.
“They did peel out in Reverse to get away.”
“True, but we hadn’t identified ourselves. I just see a media nightmare when they claim we were coming at them with guns.”
“Want me to ask?” His hand reached to open his door.
“Let’s just wait a minute and see what they do.”
She had no more than finished the sentence when two men exited the van, walked to the rear and removed paint buckets. One of the guys went and punched the doorbell, also knocking loud enough to send every dog on the block into a barkfest.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She hit the steering wheel with the palms of both hands. “This is the first nibble I’ve had.”
“Drive slow.”
Kendall didn’t hesitate and put the car in motion. With his gun resting on his thigh, Heath used his phone as a camera. She didn’t have to watch. She was confident that he’d capture as many images as possible. She focused her gaze on the men, switching between them, watching for a weapon or any questionable movement.
They drew even with the house and the man still at the van climbed inside and quickly shut the rear doors. The one at the house knocked again, causing the dog inside to bark once more. She could see it bouncing against the window trying to get out.
“Catch the plate?” Heath asked.
“He stacked paint cans in front of it.” Frustrated, she kept the car moving and pulled around the corner.
“We could wait here. See what they do.”
“We’ll give it a try.” She performed a three-point turn, pulled next to the curb and cut the engine.
“Video call me.” He plugged a headset into his phone and used one earpiece, dropping the phone into his jacket pocket. “Stay here.”
“Heath, no.” This went against training, but it was their best option.
“Don’t worry. I don’t do crazy.” With those words, he was out of the car and tapping the hood as he walked around the front.
She should have been more insistent and demand he return to the car. She dialed and he answered but didn’t talk. She could hear his boots on the street, his breathing and then the echo of street sounds after she heard them in real time.
He crossed the street and stood on the grass at the corner house’s garage wall. The cell screen finally showed a picture other than the inside of his pocket. He lifted the phone around the corner, and she could see past the neighboring driveways.
“They’re standing at the back of the van. One’s talking pretty rapidly and waving his hands. Can you make out what they’re saying? I can’t.”
“No,” he whispered into his microphone.
“They’re both looking in your direction, but I don’t think they can see the phone. The driver is opening the doors and putting the paint back inside.”
“I can have a conversation,” he whispered.
“No. Heath, no. Just wait.” She had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling.
Trusting premonitions had never been a strategy for her. She never looked for good luck or blamed a bad streak on chance. More than anything else, she investigated and found the answers through old-fashioned hard work.
But something screamed at her to get Heath back in the car.
“Time to pack it up, Heath.”
The screen went black as she heard the driver slam the van doors shut in real time and then on the echo in the video delay. She started the car to be at the ready.
But Heath didn’t return to the vehicle. She inched the car forward until she could see her husband disappearing into the front door alcove, getting closer to the van instead of coming back to her.
“Heath!” She called to him without any response. She sank lower in her seat, hoping neither man in the van noticed the car.
The van’s engine roared to life.
Kendall braced herself, fairly certain that the next thing she heard would be gunfire. The van peeled out of the driveway and down the street...toward her, passing Heath and turning left. Perfect for them to follow.
“Let’s go!” Heath’s voice roared at her through the phone.
She put the car into Drive, stopping just as he rushed away from the house and leapt over a small hedge. Even in boots, Heath was across the concrete street and in the car within seconds.
His speed always amazed her. Riding horses, running or taking down a suspect...the action didn’t matter. His hat was in his lap, and his hands were waving to follow the van.
“We don’t really have a reason to follow these guys,” she mentioned as she took the next left, back to the main road they’d turned from earlier. “Why do you want to pursue?”
“Gut feeling?”
Just as she was about to open her mouth to explain how their joint task force operated—that she was in charge and he shouldn’t take off like he had—the van sped up and fishtailed around a corner.
“If they really think that’s going to work, I guess they don’t know much about you, Kendall.”
Even increasing their speed and darting around a car, she caught the smile and wink. The natural response was to smile back. So she did. It was the reason she’d fallen in love with him. His gallantry. His bravery. His...okay, everything.
Kendall stopped herself, concentrating on switching lanes and accelerating. She’d confront him later. After whatever they were doing was over.
“Watch out.” Heath raised his voice, pointing in front of them.
The van went through a yellow light. They weren’t running sirens. And a powder-pink
