Mary Alford
To first loves.
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The still of the peaceful Wyoming morning was broken by the noise of a vehicle approaching. Rachel Simmons breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. Alex was here. Maybe now, with his help, she could finally get some answers into her brother’s mysterious disappearance.
Outside, the car came to a stop. A door slammed, followed by footsteps, then someone knocked noisily on her door, jarring her spent nerves.
She hurried to answer it. With her hand resting on the door handle, a voice she didn’t recognize spoke, stopping her in her tracks. “Ma’am, I’m sorry to trouble you so early, but my wife and I seem to have lost our way.” A pause followed, almost as if the man was waiting for her response, yet she couldn’t manage a word. Who was this person? “Can you tell me how to get back to the highway?”
Close by, her faithful golden retriever, Callie, growled low, the hackles along the ridge of her back standing at full attention. Callie charged for the door, sniffing and barking her alarm. A chill sped down Rachel’s spine, her internal radar skyrocketed. She’d been living on edge since her brother’s last visit. Now, after trying to reach Liam for more than a week without avail, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened. It was the reason why she’d called in her CIA colleague, Alex Booth.
“Quiet, Callie,” Rachel whispered close to the dog’s ear. Callie stopped her barking and sat back on her haunches, but the ridge didn’t go away.
Nothing but the tiniest rays of light from the woodstove in the great room would be visible through the curtained windows. It was four in the morning. How had this man ended up at her door so early, and why would he believe anyone in the house was awake at such an hour?
What he’d said finally registered through her troubled thoughts and she shivered. Ma’am. He knew she was here alone.
Rachel grabbed her constant companion as of late, the one piece from her past life as a CIA agent she still possessed: her Glock.
Her place was in the middle of forty heavily wooded acres and not even close to a main highway. No one would just happen by here, especially at this hour. She clutched the Glock tighter. The man’s sudden appearance smelled of some type of setup.
“I realize it’s early, ma’am, but we really need some directions and my cell phone has died.” His tone had taken a turn toward sharp. He was growing impatient with her. “Can my wife and I come in and warm up for a bit and maybe use your phone?”
Rachel ticked off every tense beat of her heart while she tried to decide what to do next. Where was Alex? She had expected him some time ago. Did this man’s sudden appearance have anything to do with Alex’s delay? She didn’t want to think about her call being responsible for harm coming to Alex.
One of the front porch boards squeaked as the man shifted his weight. He wasn’t leaving and she had a choice to make. She needed to get rid of him before trying Alex’s cell phone. If this man was up to no good, she could be putting Alex’s life in danger. That is, if she hadn’t already...
Don’t let me make the wrong decision...
Rachel hurried to the window closest to the door and inched the curtains apart. A tall, bulky man dressed in dark clothing, a knit cap pulled over most of the top of his head, stood on her porch.
Callie followed her, growling like crazy. She was picking