Delivering Justice. Barb Han

we going, by the way?”

      “My ranch,” he said.

      “Maybe you should just take me to the airport and drop me. I can grab a flight or rent a car there and drive to Louisiana. I have to find my sister.”

      “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re in no condition to drive anywhere. Milton still has your ID so renting a car or getting on a flight is out of the question,” Tyler countered. “And then there’s the issue of him trying to kill you. We need to update the sheriff first thing in the morning.”

      “No. We can’t.”

      Was she serious? She balked pretty darn fast when he mentioned Tommy.

      “This is his town and he has a right to know the truth. You should be pressing charges against that jerk who tried to kill you,” Tyler said. “In case you hadn’t noticed, he seems intent on finishing the job.”

      “I have,” she retorted, motioning toward her forehead. “But I have no idea what’s really going on, I can’t remember everything, and I’ve already put my sister in danger by leaving the hospital. All I know for sure is that Milton isn’t the one in charge. Until I know who’s trying to hurt her, I can’t bring in the police. You can drop me off at a bus station.”

      She wouldn’t last a day without money or transportation, and she seemed to realize it about the same time Tyler started to tell her.

      “This must look bad to an outsider,” she said. “But I have to ask you to keep everything I’ve told you between us. Give me a little time to figure out what happened to my sister and help her.”

      “She might be hiding.”

      “Or hurt,” she said.

      “In which case, doesn’t it make more sense to bring in the law?” Tyler turned in to the ranch and security waved him ahead.

      “This isn’t a good idea. I shouldn’t have called you and gotten you involved,” she said, and he could hear the fear and panic in her voice. Not a good combination.