Page 47 of The Chase
“I don’t know. Just showed up at my office. I’m still not even sure what he wanted. But he was up to no good, that was for sure.” He handed Bristol to Greer’s sister. “Here, honey, can you hold her for me? I’m going to call your sister right now.”
“Is something going on where we need to call the police?” Hudson asked, his arm around Greer’s sister who looked a great deal like her. Hell, she was still wearing a sling—half the people around him were in casts or slings or had bandages.
This family had been through real hell lately.
He was going to get their sister back home where she belonged, and keep her there. Where she would besafe.
“I don’t know. That is something you’d know more than me. He just showed up in my office before I even got there. Said a few things that made my skin crawl. So here I am. I want to make sure she’s home and safe and you all willkeepher here.”
“Do you know what he was driving?” Gene asked.
“You arenotgoing out looking for him,” Chantal warned. Well, he’d admit it, Kurt had had the same thought. Grab a few of her brothers and go looking for Yunderhall themselves. Prove the point—that asshole was to stay away from her.
“Yeah, I know what he was driving. I took a pic.” He brought it up. “Got the license plate number, too.”
He handed the phone to the sweet little blonde with crutches next to him to pass it to Gene, as her sister reached for the baby in his arms. The woman looked at his phone. Her beautiful blueeyes widened. “Aub! It’s…the truck. This is the truck that hit Ronnie and George. I know it is.”
She handed the phone to the other blonde woman. Kurt recognized her as the woman who ran the ER. “That’s…it. That’s the truck that hit George. I remember the paint damage on the side. I saw it when he came through the stop sign. This is the guy who hit George that day.”
“And nearly killed Ronnie and the babies?” Gene asked.
Well, Kurt understood the fire in his words now.
“Yes. I’m absolutely sure of it. Genny?”
The little pixie looked at Kurt’s phone. “Yes. One hundred percent certain. It was big and old and ugly and loud, and it had that strange scratch all over the door. It was hard to miss.”
“He’s out there. And he’s attacked someone in your family once. I’m calling Addy.” Hudson was already pulling his phone. “There is an open warrant for the driver of that truck for fleeing the scene, as it is. I signed the paperwork in front of Judge Collins myself.”
“I’m going to go get Mom and Dad and Greer,” Gene said. “Bring them back here, until we know more.”
“I’ll call the hands. Get them armed. Just in case,” Grady said, pulling his woman closer. Kurt wantedhiswoman, back here where he could protect her. No matter what.
“Someone needs to call George,” the preacher brother said. “Let him know to get Ronnie and the kids here, as soon as they can.”
They were circling the wagons. Just like that. To protect their family. Hell, Kurt had known they did that all along. They protected each other. He had just been wrong about why they were protecting Gene so long ago.
“I’m going with you. Can someone watch my girls for me? Keep them safe?” He’d find Greer and get her back where she belonged, but…he needed his girls to be safe, too. They werehis world. Bristol, Bronte…and that beautiful woman out there somewhere.
“Of course,” Chantal said, taking Bronte and holding the baby girl close. “Go. Just get Greer here. I’ll call Charlie and get him over here, too. He’ll be able to tell us what the next steps should be. None…of us are going to take chances now. Just…not now.”
“I’m driving,” Gene said.
“Be careful, boys. Just…be careful,” Genny said. “I think we all know people can do some really evil things to each other now. That’s a lesson we have all learned far too well lately.”
Kurt was already heading toward the door.
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She’d driveninto the ditch, but Greer hadn’t been going that fast. And then he had just been there. A man in a bright yellow shirt, with Value Sanitation Company on the breast.
He yanked open her door before she could lock it. Greer didn’t recognize hm, but she knew he wasn’t a good man. The way helookedat her…
She justknew.
“Let me go!” She didn’t bother to scream. No one was on the road to hear her. It was just the last stretch of highway before it got to her family roads. The drive to her family ranch was a quarter of a mile longbeforeit even turned into the gravel drive that led to the house—almost another eighth of a mile from the turn.
There was no one else out there. Unless it was her family.
