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  No matter where she was, no matter what the weather, Esmée still got the cravings. Those mountains were calling to her now. There were a few people she had planned to call, a couple of locations she wanted to visit. Nothing that couldn’t wait.

  Rhys was at an in-between age. He enjoyed walking, examining every leaf, bug, rock and stick, just the way Esmée had once done. Because he wasn’t capable of a sustained level of exercise, Esmée had a carrier so she could lift him onto her back when he started to tire.

  “Shall we go for a hike?” She pointed to the trail that led toward the trees.

  “Boots.” Rhys pointed to his bare feet. “Hat, screen, water...”

  Esmée laughed. He was listing the items she always told him they needed for a walk. Her insistence on telling him every little detail had paid off. “Yes, we need all of those things. Especially the hat and sunscreen on a day like today.”

  As they went inside to get ready, she thought about the different emotions this place brought up. She had faced heartache from the first instant she had arrived in Red Ridge, with Jack’s death. Even so, she felt more at home here than in any other place she had stayed. Was it time to think about staying in one place for a while? She looked back at the tranquil view. Even with the undercurrents, Red Ridge had plenty to recommend it.

  * * *

  Brayden’s role was straightforward. He was the lead search-and-rescue, or SAR, officer. If Frank Lanelli, the Red Ridge Police Department dispatcher, got a 911 call indicating a person, or group of people, may be lost or in danger, he immediately liaised with Brayden, who then took charge of the mission.

  The situation dictated the response. The Coyote Mountains were an attractive tourist destination and most calls were about hikers who had wandered off the trail. Brayden and Echo could deal with those alerts without any additional assistance. Sometimes things were more serious. All the K-9 teams had a basic level of search-and-rescue training and, now and then, it was necessary for Brayden to mobilize a larger force. That usually happened if the weather conditions were poor, or the search continued for several hours.

  There were occasions, of course, when the problem was just too big, or too dangerous. It didn’t happen often. When it did, he needed to call in other emergency agencies. Brayden and Echo went on regular training courses with other SAR teams, as well as medical services, the National Guard and helicopter rescue crews.

  Brayden spent a few hours at the start of each day in the training center. Together with Danica Gage, he had devised a program that kept Echo’s skills up-to-date and the dog’s fitness in peak condition. They reviewed the activities each month, looking at how Brayden and Echo worked together, analyzing the success of recent missions and comparing what they were doing to the work of SAR teams elsewhere.

  When training was over, if Frank hadn’t been in touch, Brayden checked in at the police-department building. Half a mile closer to town than the training center, the pleasant, one-story, redbrick building was the headquarters for twenty-four officers, plus the twelve officers of the K-9 team. When he wasn’t out on an SAR case, Brayden was a regular cop. The only difference was, he kept Echo with him at all times so they were ready to go as soon as a SAR call came in.

  The chief’s message had gotten through to Brayden. If he was going to keep a clear head, he needed to stay away from the Groom Killer case. That meant he was free to focus on the PD’s other big headache—the Larson brothers.

  For the past year, the RRPD had been trying to pin something on the dangerous, wealthy and influential Larson brothers. Finn Colton believed the identical twins, Noel and Evan, who were blessed with good looks and easy charm, were running a growing crime empire in the city. Although they had busted a few low-level crooks, whom they suspected of working for the Larsons, the police hadn’t been able to get any of them to name their employers. So far, they had also been unsuccessful in their efforts to find out where the gang stashed their guns, drugs and laundered money.

  Lorelei Wong greeted him from the front desk in her usual way, peering at him over the top of her silver-framed glasses as her fingers continued to fly over her keyboard.

  “Anything on Richie Lyman?” Brayden asked.

  Lorelei flipped through a notepad at the side of her desktop computer. “Nothing.”

  Brayden frowned. Richie Lyman was bad news. The worst kind of thug for hire, the guy had a violent streak and enjoyed using it in his work. A known associate of the Larson brothers, the last time Richie had vanished was after a bar fight in the Pour House had landed his opponent in the hospital. When the other guy refused to give evidence against Richie, there were rumors he had been paid off by the Larsons. Richie was valuable to his bosses. The Larsons would rather send him out of town until the heat died down than have him end up in a prison cell. Finding another paid attack dog of Richie’s caliber wouldn’t be easy.

  If the Larsons were planning something big, Richie would be in on it. When Brayden had called at the run-down apartment in the poorest part of town to question him, there had been no sign of Richie. Perhaps it wouldn’t have raised alarm bells except for the fact that Richie’s on-and-off partner, Lulu Love, was due to have a baby within the month.

  “When you find him, tell him to get his sorry ass back here in time to see his kid being born.” When Brayden had busted Lulu for receiving stolen goods a few months earlier, she had listed her occupation as “exotic dancer.” There had been nothing exotic about her expression as she slammed the door in his face.

  That had been almost four weeks ago. Brayden had put an alert out within the PD. Richie wasn’t wanted for a crime, but Brayden wanted to be informed of any sightings of him. Lorelei’s answer had been the same every day.

  Brayden couldn’t find any reason for Richie’s current disappearance. Not that anyone within the Larsons’ inner circle was likely to confide in a police officer, of course. He found it strange that Noel and Evan would be without one of their most trusted operatives at a time when they seemed to be stepping up their activities.

  A glance at the clock told Brayden it was close to noon. He tried not to involve his father, Rusty, in his job. There were too many personal conflicts arising from being a cop whose father ran the bar where the town’s lowlife criminals congregated. Now and then, a quiet word over the bar was the best way to find out what was going on. This seemed like one of those times.

  “If anyone is looking for me, I’m heading out to the Pour House.”

  Talking to Rusty about the Larson brothers and their hired thugs was not the way Brayden would have chosen to spend the next few hours, but at least it gave him a focus. And he could guarantee it would be a challenge. Something to keep his mind from straying toward the Red Ridge Bed-and-Breakfast. Because ever since he had met her at the dog show, Esmée had invaded his thoughts. He didn’t want her there, had done everything he could to force himself to concentrate on other things. It wasn’t like he had nothing else going on in his life right now.

  The newest Red Ridge Gazette story had everyone talking about the latest rumor. Groom Killer Suspect Demi Colton Pregnant! Her Motive Grows Clearer!

  Even with that headline setting the town alight, Brayden had been unable to entirely tear his attention away from Esmée. Telling himself it was because of her involvement in the case hadn’t worked. He wanted to see her again. It was a simple truth that made his heart race with a combination of excitement and fear. He had even taken the trouble to find out where she was staying.

  It was years since he had last felt this way. That had ended in disaster and public humiliation. He wasn’t naive enough to believe that, having been burned once, he was incapable of feeling attraction again. He just didn’t understand why, after lying dormant for so long, his wayward emotions had to choose such an unsuitable target. Whatever the reason, he knew he had to do a better job of fighting it.

  The most important thing he could do was s
tay out of Esmée’s way and hope she would soon be gone. Every time he told himself that, various reasons to drop by the bed-and-breakfast kept occurring to him. What harm could it do to take Echo to see Rhys? Find out how the little guy was getting on with his talking?

  Do the words lame and excuse mean anything to you, Colton?

  Undeterred, his mind found another motive for a visit. He should stop by the bed-and-breakfast to see how Corey Gage was doing. The sixteen-year-old son of the proprietor had landed himself in some trouble a few months back after driving his mom’s car into a wall in the early hours of the morning. No one had been hurt and Corey had gotten away with a caution. Privately, Brayden thought facing his mom would be a whole lot worse for Corey than dealing with the law. Wendy Gage was not known for her warm personality.

  “Maybe I should forget the excuses. Just turn up with flowers and candy and ask her on a date instead,” he muttered, as he opened the rear door of his car.

  Echo jumped inside, his tail thumping loudly in the confined space as he looked up at Brayden with shining eyes.

  “I was being sarcastic.”

  Echo gave a single, enthusiastic bark in response. Shaking his head, Brayden closed the door and walked around to the front of the car.

  Great. Even my own partner thinks I’m a sad loser who needs to be pushed to make a move.

  Chapter 4

  Esmée paused at the top of a steep incline, breathing hard as she took in the view. When they started out, Rhys had been walking, but he had tired after an hour. It was about two months since she had used the carrier, and she was amazed at how much he had grown in that time.

  “Talk about giving your mommy a workout.”

  “Down now.” He wriggled to indicate his eagerness to be free again.

  Esmée checked out the area. Although they were on a ridge above the forest, they were still on the gravel trail. On one side, the ponderosa pines soared above her. The sheer rock face rising high above the trees resembled cathedral spires. If Esmée tilted her head back far enough, she could just about see the blue sky beyond the rugged peaks. This must be the point known as Eagle’s Nest. In which case, Esmée estimated that she was standing right on the rooftop of the famous Red Ridge cave system.

  On her other side, there was an expanse of brush and shrub before the ground fell away in a sharp drop down into the valley. She had packed bottled water, sandwiches and cookies in the pockets of the carrier. Beneath the trees on the wooded side of the trail there was a large, flat rock. It looked like a good place for a picnic.

  “Okay. But you have to keep close to me.” She undid the straps on the carrier. “Stay away from the edge.”

  Rhys eyed the drop warily. “Long way down.”

  “It’s okay,” Esmée reassured him as she pointed to the trees. “We’ll be safe over there. Are you hungry? I sure am after carrying you all that way.”

  She brought their food over to the rock she had chosen as a table, doing what she always did. Talking, explaining what was happening, soothing him with her voice. She watched Rhys carefully, happy when she saw signs that he was relaxed.

  Although the sun was high overhead, it barely penetrated the canopy of branches that shaded their picnic spot, and Esmée didn’t object when Rhys removed his bright yellow baseball cap. When Rhys had finished eating, he began to investigate the area around the rock. Soon, Esmée’s lap was filled with a variety of stones, leaves and sticks. She leaned back against a tree trunk, content to watch him as he explored. There would need to be some serious negotiations about how much of this forest treasure trove they could carry home with them.

  “Play hide-and-seek?” Rhys deposited another handful of pebbles in his stash as he asked the question.

  Esmée looked around. They were in a circular clearing, surrounded by trees. As long as they stayed within these clear boundaries, there was no reason why she shouldn’t indulge Rhys in his favorite game. Besides, he was wearing a brightly colored, dinosaur-print T shirt. She would spot him easily in this natural setting.

  Carefully she explained the rules to him. “You can’t go past that fallen tree trunk over there and this stone where I’m sitting now.”

  For a two-year-old his understanding was good, and she didn’t need to spoil his fun by telling him she was going to do a little mom-cheating. As he skipped away to find a hiding place, Esmée counted out loud. She pretended to cover her eyes while watching him through her fingers. Rhys cast a quick glance around before ducking under the fallen tree stump that rested up against the face of the rock.

  “Here I come, ready or not!” Placing Rhys’s precious new possessions in a pile on the flat stone, Esmée got to her feet.

  Although she knew where he was, she made a big performance out of the hunt. “Fee-fi-fo-fum. Mommy’s gonna get you Rhys-baby.” His squeals of laughter rang through the trees. “Ain’t no hiding place good enough to keep you from me...”

  After calling out a few fairy-tale-style threats, she eventually ducked her head under the stump. “Gotcha!”

  Catching hold of Rhys around the waist, she started to tickle him until they both collapsed onto the ground, rolling around helpless with laughter. Rhys scrambled to get away from Esmée and back to his hiding place. The layer of dried leaves and pine needles under the fallen tree trunk had already been churned up and his sneakers were kicking up the loose dirt. Esmée paused as she caught a glimpse of something shiny close to his right foot.

  It couldn’t be what she thought it was...

  If it was, she didn’t want Rhys anywhere near it. Setting him on his feet, she gestured for him to stay behind her. “I need to check this out.”

  “Snake?” His voice was half hopeful, half afraid.

  Esmée laughed. “No, it’s not a snake. It’s just something Mommy needs to get a closer look at.”

  Once he was safely out of the way, she kneeled and cleared the ground around the object, taking care not to touch it. Her heart began to pound as it became clear that her suspicions were correct. It was a knife.

  It was a large fixed-blade knife with an overall length of close to twelve inches. The wooden handle had carved finger grooves and the blade looked like it was made from stainless steel. There might be any number of innocent reasons why this knife was here, half buried in this wooded area off the Coyote Mountain trail, but Esmée’s instincts were ringing alarm bells.

  This wasn’t a big-game hunting area. It was too close to the town for anyone seeking deer, antelope, elk or mountain goat. But this was the sort of knife hunters used to skin their kill, and it looked new. The blade was lethally sharp, shining bright even in the shade of the trees. Except, of course, for the areas where it was covered in dried blood.

  That was the main reason for her apprehension. Until Rhys had disturbed it, this bloodstained knife had been shoved under a tree trunk, hidden away in the remotest part of this secluded glade. Now that she had cleared the leaves away, Esmée could also see that the whole patch of ground beneath the fallen stump appeared odd. There was a deep rectangular area that looked as if it had been recently dug up.

  At the very least, it all merited a call to the police. Her thoughts turned to Brayden. Not to any of the other two dozen or more officers in the Red Ridge PD. No, she had to turn this grisly discovery into a reason to call the very cop who had been on her mind anyway.

  Before she did anything else, she needed to explain to Rhys that everything was okay. Reaching a hand behind her, she prepared to draw him to her side. Except when she felt for him, he wasn’t there. She got to her feet, whirling around in a panicky circle. Her eyes widened as they confirmed her worst fears. There was no sign of her son anywhere.

  “Rhys?” Her voice sounded high-pitched, seeming to echo back at her within the circle of trees, confirming that she was alone.

  But that couldn’t be the case. Rhys had been at her side mere mi
nutes earlier. He couldn’t have gone far. Taking a few steadying breaths, she told herself it must be another game. He was hiding from her.

  “Here I come. Ready or not...”

  There were no answering squeals this time. Just that continuing, unnerving quiet. Esmée swallowed the hard lump in her throat and started to look around, her eyes searching desperately for his brightly colored T-shirt.

  Just as the feelings of panic were becoming overwhelming, leaves crunched behind her and a twig snapped. She prepared to release an exclamation of joy, but the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, cutting her feeling of relief short. The footfalls were too heavy, the breathing too hard. She knew before she turned that the person right behind her wasn’t Rhys.

  Sure enough, when she swung around, she found herself face-to-face with a man. Not just any man. With his shaved head and broken nose, this guy was huge. And he was holding a gun—a gun that was leveled directly at her.

  Esmée’s nerves were already on high alert. She wasn’t going to wait around to see if negotiation was an option. Fear and anxiety gave her an extra burst of speed. As she darted to her left, seeking the cover of the denser trees, the man fired. It could have been her imagination, but she felt the bullet part the air close to her head before it hit a tree.

  She heard a grunt and a curse before he came crashing after her. Her heart was doing its best to break free of her chest as she raced over the uneven ground, leaping over tree roots and pushing aside branches. She had no idea who this man was, or why he was shooting at her, but she had to get away from him. Most important of all, she had to find Rhys.