tattooed with the D of a Devotee and you were carrying concealed, which implies you could be a cult enforcer. I don’t know if you’re playing me, or whether you actually have lost your memory, and I don’t know what you were doing in the woods where an innocent mother and her children went missing. Until I do know, you’re staying where you can’t hurt anyone.”
“You have no right to keep me locked in this … cave room, or whatever it is.”
“Until I can get the FBI, yeah, I figure I’ve got that right.”
June stepped out of the room. She shut the door with a snick. And Jesse heard a key turn in the lock.
Outside the door June leaned back against the cool rock wall and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather herself. She’d been rattled by her sharp and instant physical reaction to this rugged stranger she’d found in the woods—a man who could easily turn out to be an archenemy, someone who symbolized everything she detested, everything she’d devoted her life toward fighting.
“Everything okay?”
June blushed and cursed her redhead’s complexion. “I didn’t hear you coming, Molly. Listen, don’t go back into that room, not until I return. He’s got what he needs in there and he can use the en suite. Just make sure someone is outside here 24/7 with a loaded shotgun. If he causes trouble, threaten to shoot him through the door.”
Molly’s lips curved slightly. “I knew you’d see him for what he was. You shouldn’t have brought him here, June.”
“I couldn’t let him die. That’s not who I am.”
“Then what are you going to do with him?”
“Hand him over to FBI Agent Hawk Bledsoe, but my priority right now is Lacy and the twins. I’ll call Hawk when I’m closer to town and within cell-tower range.”
“Has Agent Bledsoe actually been to the cave house?”
“He knows it exists, but I haven’t brought him or any of the other agents in yet. It hasn’t been easy knowing who to trust, Molly—the fewer people who know where the house is the better.”
“But you do trust Agent Bledsoe?”
“He’s one of the only people out there I can trust. His sister-in-law is the reason I came to Cold Plains. I don’t know about the other agents, though. I haven’t wanted to take the risk.”
June left Molly standing outside the door as she went to get some dry clothes from the supply closet. She changed into jeans that were too large and cursed herself for not having the foresight to gather clothes from her own room before locking Jesse in—but she wasn’t going back in there now.
She checked her gear, fed Eager, grabbed an apple and headed back out into the rain with her dog. But as they reached the entrance to the tunnel, her pager beeped again.
It was Fargo. He was still looking for her. Tension strapped across June’s chest. It was just a matter of time before he went looking for her at the ranch, and when he saw her truck there, but no sign of her or her dog, he was going to get suspicious.
The clock was ticking on her cover.
June clicked on her headlamp and ducked into the black tunnel, hoping that rescuing a perfect stranger wasn’t going to be her downfall.
Or death.
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