Page 51 of The Chase
He had waited fifteen years for the Hillers to pay.
Fitting it was the girl who started it all.
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The reservoir.Guthrie had said the dot had stopped at the reservoir. They were maybe three minutes away. Somehow, Gene had closed the distance. The man was fearless when he drove. Kurt would always remember that.
“We don’t know what he’s doing to her,” Guthrie said. “No one can be reckless.”
“He could be doing anything to her right now,” Gene said. His fear was in her tone and his anger. Hell, maybe Kurt was starting to understand him a bit better. Maybe they were more alike than he’d realized, too.
“I’m going to get her back. And then…I’m going to rip him apart. One bone at a time.” Kurt meant it, too. “That’s my woman and my baby he has.”
They didn’t even know if it was Dwayne Yunderhall, or if Greer really was in trouble. For all they knew, she’d just gone to the reservoir to sit and think or something. In a light rain, as cold as it was out now?
No. That wasn’t likely.
And who would she be with, with her SUV off the road like that?
No. “She’s in trouble. I can just feel it.”
Did she know he was coming for her?
All Greer wantedin the world was for her brothers or Kurtland Tyson Chase to just appear out of nowhere to rescue her again. She would never forget how she had felt the moment Kurt had first climbed out of his truck and come to her.
She’d been almost tongue-tied. He was so beautiful, when a woman was close enough. He had smiled at her, and that was all it had taken. Maybe…maybe their baby had his smile. His eyes were dark brown—they’d probably be dominant. Her baby might be dark-eyed, with that same dark hair as Kurt. And Greer. Hers was even darker.
Their baby would be so beautiful.
She wasn’t going to give up. She just wasn’t.
Her baby was going to live. No matter what.
When Yunderhall reached for her again—Greer used every bit of strength she possessed.
And kicked him in the stomach.
She rolled, scrambled to her feet.
Greer ran.
There were picnic tables about an eighth of a mile up the road. Or at least there had been before a woman had been shot there by a cop who had gone bad. One who knew Murdoch and Charlie and Rory and Chantal’s niece Charlotte.
Greer had been there thousands of times before.
There were oftenpeoplethere.
Help…could be just an eighth of a mile away.
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They sawYunderhall’s truck first. It was just parked there at the mouth of the old Finley Creek, taking up half the spaces. It was an older truck, a gas guzzler, and it was rough. Gene pulled in and jerked to a stop.Blockingthe only way out for Yunderhall’s truck completely.
Kurt and her brothers hurried out.
Greer was nowhere to be seen. Kurt yanked open the back door, just knowing she wouldn’t be there. But maybesomethingto help. All he found was a bunch of trash. Fast food wrappers, mostly. It stunk. Rank.
The man was nowhere to be found.
