Race to Rescue

“Yes, I was. But I didn’t ever meet you.”

“As I said, it’s my business to know what goes on here.”

The thought of him watching her from a distance all those hours she’d spent without the slightest idea she was under surveillance made her shiver. “Look, I don’t care what your business is, and I don’t care who you are. I just want to find my brother. Have you seen him?”

“Not…recently.”

She leaned forward. “When?”

“He was photographing the cliffs. Perhaps I have seen him since, perhaps not.”

The coldness of the rock seeped into her body as she considered. This man might be telling her the truth. Then again, he might be responsible for her brother’s disappearance. A distant sound startled them both. The man tensed, listening.

Anita sucked in a breath. It was Booker, and he’d walk unawares into the situation. She opened her mouth to scream to him, when her captor fastened a piece of duct tape over her lips. Frantically, she tried to peel it away but he deftly secured her hands behind her, tying them with a section of nylon rope from one of his many pockets.

He leaned close. “If you will not stay quiet, things will go badly for the person who approaches. And for you.”

Eyes round with terror, Anita watched the mouth of the cave, praying that Booker would somehow hear her thoughts.

After Anita’s abrupt departure, Booker took a few moments to calm himself down. It wasn’t easy. The bullheaded woman was going to get herself killed. Figuring he’d have to sling her over his shoulder and force her back to the truck, he’d headed down the trail until he was stopped by a phone call.

“It’s Sergeant Williams. We’re going to call off the search for the night. Still nothing to report. Search and Rescue will be back before sunrise to start again.”

Booker thanked her and continued on his way to find Anita. After another fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of her. He retraced his steps and took the second trail.

On the way he alternately berated himself for getting involved and worried that she might have slipped and fallen down the steep cliff side. He tried dialing her phone without success. Calling her name again and again, he hurried his pace.

Something about the cavern entrance ahead made his body tense. If she’d taken the lower path he’d have been able to spot her. That left the cavern ahead, but she should have heard his calls by now. Why hadn’t she answered him? His pulse quickened.

Lord, please let her be okay. He took a breath and plunged into the dim cavern.

He saw Feria instantly, standing ready with his knife and poised to strike.

Booker froze, his hands away from his body. He frantically shot a glance around the space for Anita and saw her, gagged, staring at him with pleading eyes. “She’s no concern to you, Feria.”

Feria did not lower the knife. “Maybe no. Maybe yes. She does not belong here.”

Booker nodded. “That’s what I tried to tell her.”

The gleam from Feria’s toothy grin shone in the darkness. “She should have listened. You are connected with this lady, then?”

“Just helping her out.”

“I see. I do not like intruders.”

Booker didn’t move. “Neither do I, but that hasn’t stopped you from trespassing on my property.”

“You will be compensated.”

“So you say.”

Feria considered. “Most men, I would not let walk out of here. But since we may have business in the future, I will allow you to go.”

“And the girl.”

He shook his head. “No. She stays.”

Booker took a step closer. “She comes with me. She’s got no interest in your life, only her brother. She won’t make trouble for you. You have my word.”

“I am not sure what your word is worth yet, Mr. Scott, but if I find out it’s only talk, you will pay the price.”

Booker’s stomach tensed in an angry knot. His voiced hissed through the cavern before he could think better of it. “If you hurt Anita in any way, you will answer to me.”

Their eyes locked until finally, with a slight smile, Feria lowered his knife. “I admire a man with courage.” He stepped away from Anita.

Booker went to her, quickly untied the ropes around her wrists and peeled away the duct tape.

As he helped her stand on unsteady legs, Booker noticed that Feria was gone. He gathered Anita in his arms and tried to still the violent trembling that shook her body. “It’s okay.”

She kept her forehead pressed to his chest and he buried his cheek in the soft down of her hair. Thinking about what could have happened made him squeeze her tighter. If he had been moments later…He didn’t allow himself to finish the thought.

She pulled away and took a shuddery breath. “I got the feeling he might know something about my brother. Who is he?”

“I only know him by Feria. He’s a drug smuggler, operates caravans of product that come over the border. He routes them through this area to distribution points where the cargo is shipped out.”

She gaped. “He’s a drug smuggler? How does he know you?”

Booker let her go and led her to the mouth of the cavern. “You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do. He said you have business. What did he mean by that?”

“Nothing. Let’s get going.” He switched a flashlight on and stepped into the darkness.

She grabbed his shoulder. “It’s not nothing. You were talking about some sort of deal with him.”

He turned to face her. “Yeah, we talked and now you’re safe. If you’d have listened in the first place, none of this would have happened. You can thank me anytime.”

She leveled a look at him that made him squirm. “You’re not involved with a drug dealer, are you, Booker?”

The frustration overwhelmed him. “That’s none of your concern. I’m not mining on my property, so your bats are safe. It’s not for you to worry about how I’m managing to make ends meet.” He charged off into the darkness, leaving her to follow.

Self-righteous, ungrateful, nosy. He grumbled the words under his breath as they walked.

You’re not involved with a drug dealer, are you, Booker?How had he managed to get in the situation where she would suspect him of it?

If the Lord didn’t help him find a way out of this mess soon, he’d be the one lost in no-man’s-land.

SIX

Anita stayed silent on the drive back to her hotel. Her head was filled with dark images. Her brother lost, Feria standing over her, and fear that Booker was somehow involved with him. Booker’s admonishment was right, of course. His business didn’t concern her, but the fact that he might have gotten caught up with a drug dealer made her insides tremble. Was he that desperate? She decided to find out more about Booker’s ranch if she could.

His jaw was still set in a stubborn line as he dropped her off and told her what time Search and Rescue would return to the accident site.

“Got a job to do tomorrow, but I’ll get you a loaner car,” he said as he wrenched open the door and helped her from the truck. “Easier than relying on that rental company.”

“I’ll be okay.”

He looked at her, his face softening. “Look, I’m sorry about yelling at you. And I’m glad that everything turned out all right with Feria.”

She gazed into his eyes, lit by the moon, and saw grief and worry there that she hadn’t noticed before. Had everything turned out all right with Feria? She wasn’t so sure.

True to his word, she found a note from Booker slid under her door the next morning.

Chevy belongs to a friend. Radio’s busted but she drives okay. B

She smiled as she climbed in the old truck and headed to the crash site, breathing prayers as she drove. Her nerves grew more agitated with each passing mile. Had they found him? Had her brother crawled away from the crash site and gotten shelter in some rocky crevice? Or had he been too badly injured to survive in the desert? She swallowed hard, thinking about her own near deadly nocturnal encounter.

Sergeant Williams sipped from a cup of coffee. The temperature was already climbing as the sun unfolded around them.

“No sign of him yet, Ms. Teel.”

Anita took a steadying breath. “Sergeant, do you know a man named Feria?”

William’s eyes narrowed. “Bad dude. Why?”

Anita told her about their confrontation, leaving out the part about Booker’s strange mention of a business deal.

Her eyebrows lifted. “You do tend to attract trouble, Ms. Teel. Tires slashed, brother gone and Feria.” She whistled. “I’ll alert Border Patrol. They’ll be interested to know his whereabouts.” She retrieved a clipboard from the car and wrote down Anita’s statement.

As they were finishing up, a sweaty firefighter in brush gear made his way over to them.

Anita shot to her feet. “Did you find him?”

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