Safe In His Arms (Manhunt) (16 page)

The last home had scarred him forever. The old man had been abusive, had beaten the thirteen-year-old girl in the home until she’d bled to death. Alex had hated himself. If he’d been bigger, stronger, had shown more courage, he could have saved her.

Her death had haunted him and driven him to police work.

What would it be like to have a woman love him the way Joy loved Henry?

The way he loved Mia…

Mia rushed to Joy and hugged her, relief spilling across her features. “Joy, how are you feeling?”

“Like I’m ready to blow this joint,” Joy said with a small laugh.

Alex pulled Henry into the hallway. “Are they releasing her today?”

Henry scratched his chin and headed down the hall to the vending machine to get coffee. “Doc said maybe early afternoon. They want to do an EKG first, just to make sure her heart’s okay after the strain.”

Alex explained that he needed to visit the prison. “Mia promised she’d stay here with you and Joy,” he said.  “Will you make sure she keeps that promise?”

Worry flickered in Henry’s eyes. “I sure will.”

Alex thanked him, then went to speak to the security guard.  Once he informed the head of security about the threat to Mia, the guard agreed to watch Joy’s room.

Relieved, Alex hurried down the elevator and out to his car. A half hour later, he was sitting in a visitor’s room with Jones’s cellmate Cyril Tyson.

“All right, Tyson,” Alex said, his patience thin.  “You wanted to talk to me?”

The beefy man gave a clipped nod. “I want a deal first.”

Alex drummed his fingers on the table.  “What kind of deal?”

“Move me to another facility and out of the general population.”

Alex arched a brow. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I have information you want.”

“Then spill it.”

Tyson shook his head, the whites of his eyes bulging.  “Not until you get me my deal.”

Rage shot through Alex, and he leaned forward and hit the table with his fist.  “I’m not playing games with you, Tyson. After you tell me what you know, we’ll talk about a deal.”

 Tyson’s handcuffs clanged as he folded his chunky arms across his chest. He seemed to be studying Alex, trying to decide whether to trust him.

“If you want out of the general population, that means you pissed off one of the gang members. That also means you’re a dead man if you stay.”

Tyson cursed.  “Yeah, I did piss off somebody. But it wasn’t a gang member.”

Tension vibrated between them.  “Then who was it?”

“Jones. That man’s one crazy son of a bitch.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

The man started to stand and Alex tensed. The guard moved forward, hand on his weapon.

Tyson gestured for them to wait. “It’s a piece of paper,” he said.  “The reason I asked to see you.”

Alex exchanged a look with the guard, yet he remained alert as Tyson slid his hand in his pocket. Just as he said though, he removed a scrap of paper that was folded into a small square. He dropped it onto the table and sank back in to his chair.

Alex unfolded the paper, his stomach churning as he studied the vicious words and sketches Jones had made. Jones’s version of the punishments he planned for Mia.

Lewd sex acts, the knife, the blood…Sadistic bastard.

“I know he’s after his ex-wife,” Alex said as if this drawing was old news.  “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Tyson’s black eyes bore holes into Alex.  “He has funds set up in Brazil. That’s where he plans to go once he gets his wife back.”

Alex stared at him, waiting for more, but that was it. They’d suspected all along that Jones had made arrangements to skip the country. “Do you know what name he’s going to use?”

Tyson nodded. “He has a passport and fake ID under the name Alex Townsend,” Tyson said. “He plans to get away by posing as you.”

“Listen to me, son,” Geoff’s father told him. “The cops are everywhere. Maybe you should forget about Mia and leave the country now.”

Geoff barely controlled his rage at his father’s ridiculous suggestion. But he

had to because he needed his old man on his side.

Needed the money his parents had stashed for him so he could escape the country.

Then he and Mia could live the life he planned for them.

And she would never get away from him again.

“I will soon, Father,” he said. “But I’m not leaving without Mia.”

“She’s not worth it,” his father snapped. “The little bitch has already destroyed your life.”

That was true, but there was no fucking way he’d let her go.

“I appreciate the concern, but everything’s going to be fine,” he said, injecting a calm into his voice that he didn’t feel.

Hell, he should already have Mia by now.

Damn that Texas Ranger for interfering.

He would pay big time for that.

A siren sounded in the distance, and Geoff slid lower in the front seat of the pick-up. He had to keep moving. Stay under the police radar. “I have to go, Dad.”

“When you get settled, we’ll come for a visit,” his father promised.

“Of course, but we’ll need to allow sufficient time to pass for the police to stop watching you,” Geoff said. Because they would hound his parents to death.

His father agreed and hung up. Geoff removed his new passport and studied it with a smile. Going away as Sgt. Townsend was a brilliant plan.

But first he had to kill the real Ranger and get rid of his body.

Then no one would suspect that Geoff had assumed his identity. Yes, it was the perfect plan.

Sgt. Townsend’s letter of resignation had already been typed. All he had to do was press send and everyone would simply think that he’d fallen in love with Mia and whisked her out of the country to keep her safe.

Then Geoff would never have to worry about the asshole again.

And he would have his wife back under his thumb as he should’ve had all along.

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HIRTEEN

Mia struggled to tame her nerves as she visited with Joy and Henry.  Henry’s phone buzzed, and he stepped out into the hallway to answer it. Joy had dozed off again, and Mia went to stand by the window.

A minute later, he came in, looking agitated. “That was Sheriff Leonard. Bo Coolidge called him and said he wanted to come in, that he had something to tell him.”

“Bo, the trainer?”

Henry nodded. “I’m going to meet him at the sheriff’s office. Will you stay with Joy till I return?’

“Of course, Henry. You know how sorry I am about all this.”

“Just take care of my lady,” Henry said in a sheepish voice. “I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Mia didn’t know what she was going to do without Alex when he left her either. And he would leave.

She was simply a job to him. Nothing more.

But she was terribly afraid she’d given him her heart and that it would be shattered when he walked away.

Alex phoned his chief the moment he left the prison.  “Alert all the airports, train stations, bus stations and the border patrol that Geoff Jones is going to try to flee the country using my name.”

“What?” Chief Dunn bellowed.

“That’s the information Jones’s cell mate gave me. Jones already has a passport and fake ID.” The grisly drawings of the file sex acts Jones wanted to perform with Mia haunted him.

“I’ll get right on it,” Chief Dunn said. “But he’d have to know that using your name would be risky and draw suspicion.”

“I’m just relaying what Tyson told me.” Alex paused. “Besides, if you think about it, it might work. He’ll pretend to be me and say he’s Mia’s bodyguard. That he’s taking her away for her own safety.”

Chief Dunn made a clicking sound with his teeth. “All right, I’m on it.”

They disconnected, and Alex strode to his SUV. His cell phone buzzed again, and he saw it was Sheriff Leonard so he connected the call. “Sgt. Townsend.”

“Sergeant, one of Henry’s hands just came in and claims that Jones didn’t kill Joleen Perry. He said that Truitt Wilson worked for another rancher before McCauley, a man by the name of Frank Sutter. Sutter thinks he owns half the county and has been trying to get McCauley to sell.”

“He hired Wilson to kill Joleen to shake Henry up enough to sell?” Alex asked.

“No, Wilson claims he’s innocent, but that after he talked to you, he started thinking about conversations he overheard at Sutton’s ranch, ones that sounded suspicious. There’s been a series of minor mishaps at the Crossties in the past few months, broken fences, cattle getting sick, equipment failure. I’m on my way to Sutter’s to question him now.”

“I’m leaving the prison now. I can meet you at his place.”

“That’s not necessary. My deputy and I can handle it.”

“All right. Keep me posted.” Alex passed through one guard’s station, then made it to his car. He started the engine, then drove toward the guard’s post at the far end of the parking lot. But when he approached he didn’t see the guard.

He slowed, the hair on the back of his neck prickling.  Before he could climb out to check the station though, Geoff Jones stepped from the small building.

Alex reached for his Sig, but he was too late.

Jones must have gotten the guard’s gun because he fired. Alex threw himself sideways in the seat to dodge the bullet, but it pierced his shoulder and pain ripped down his arm. He scrambled for his weapon and raised it to fire at Jones. But before he could retaliate, Jones jerked open the driver’s door, aimed the gun at his leg and fired another shot.

Alex choked for a breath as pain suffused him. He swung his weapon up, but Jones knocked it from his hand with a karate chop. Blood poured from his shoulder and leg and the world started spinning.

Jesus, he was going to pass out. He had to fight.

But Jones slammed the butt of his gun into Alex’s skull, and darkness engulfed Alex.

Henry returned an hour later. Mia’s nerves jangled as he explained about his talk with the sheriff.

Joy brushed her hair back with one hand. “I can’t believe Frank Sutter would have someone killed just to get our property.”

“He’s a greedy man,” Henry said. “I just hate that Joleen suffered because of that greed.”