Holiday Defenders
A twig snapped behind her.
She stopped short and listened. All she heard was the rumble of the car engine on the far side of the house.
Snow crunched, signaling a footfall.
Run!
Liz stumbled forward, needing to get inside and lock the door. She had to protect the children.
Her heart pounded, and she gasped for air, hearing another footfall.
Cold winter air took her breath and clamped down on her lungs. Fear clogged her throat.
Someone was behind her, closing in.
Racing to the stairs, she struggled to maintain her footing. She slipped, righted herself and took the stairs two at a time.
A hand grabbed her shoulder.
Her heart burst.
“I’ve got you.” A voice, low and menacing.
Liz’s knees went weak.
Tears stung her eyes.
She had opened the door to danger and allowed the killer—or killers—access.
Liz screamed for the one man who could save her.
“Nick!”
* * *
Nick parked the SUV in the rear of the cabin, satisfied it was well hidden from sight, yet still close enough to the house for easy access. If need be, he and Lizzie could carry the children to the car and drive them away from danger before either the killers or the cops arrived.
Good police he’d welcome on the mountain, but Zack had warned about cops on the dole. If they approached the police directly, it would be too hard to determine who was good and who was bad. Better not to deal with any of them.
A voice screamed his name.
Nick’s heart crashed against his chest.
Lizzie.
Racing at breakneck speed, he rounded the house and stopped short when he saw the burly mountain man. Full beard. Fur cap pulled low over his head with woolly flaps that covered his ears and tied under his chin. His left hand clasped Lizzie’s upper arm. His right hand held a rifle.
“Burl?”
The old codger kept a tight hold on Lizzie’s arm but turned in surprise at the sound of Nick’s voice. Recognition spread over his weatherworn face.
“That you, Nick? I thought you were still fightin’ in Afghanistan.”
Nick stepped closer and pointed to Lizzie. Her eyes were wide with fright, her face pale and drawn. She stared at him like a wounded animal caught in a trap.
“You need to let the lady go.”
“Is she causing you any harm, Nick?”
Only to his heart, but that wasn’t what the old guy meant. “She’s a guest, Burl. I invited her here.”
The mountain man dropped his hand and took a step back as if flustered by his evident mistake. “Sure am sorry I caused you any concern, ma’am. Nick trusts me to look after his property when he’s gone. Fact is, I’ve been laid up with the influenza for a few weeks and couldn’t make my rounds. Now that I’m better, I wanted to check the house. Thought you might be breaking in.” Burl sniffed. “Can’t be too careful.”
Liz stared back at him. “And I...I thought you were—”
Nick climbed the steps and put his hand on her arm, hoping to reassure her. “You’re safe, Lizzie. Burl didn’t mean any harm.”
“That’s right, ma’am. I was just making sure the cabin was okay.”
Nick glanced at the road that led up from the valley below. “Let’s go inside. We need to talk, Burl.”
“I hope you’re not too upset, ma’am.”
“Just startled.” She let out a ragged breath. “The night seemed peaceful. I never thought—”
“It’s okay, Lizzie.” Nick pushed the open door wide. “How about a cup of coffee, Burl?”
“That’d be mighty nice.”
Nick ushered Liz into the cabin. She rubbed her arms, no doubt appreciating the warmth that greeted her.
Burl left his rifle at the door and followed them inside.
“I’ll get the coffee while you two talk,” she volunteered.
“Thanks.” Nick pointed to the table where the old man lowered himself into a chair, sniffed and peered down at the computer. “You’re working late.”
“Just checking some information.”
“I’m sorry about spooking your lady friend. I didn’t know you were back.” He whistled. “Course, it’s almost Christmas. ’Spect that’s the reason.”
“Sorry you had the flu.”
“Don’t worry, Nick. I’m still strong as an ox,” Burl said with a definitive nod. He then proceeded to talk about his illness until Liz brought them all mugs of coffee.
“I’ve got a favor to ask,” Nick said when Burl took a sip of the hot brew.
“What can I do for you, neighbor?”
“A few guys from town have been giving me a hard time. They’re a mean bunch, and I don’t want them hurting my...” Glancing at Liz, he smiled. “My lady friend. Wouldn’t be appropriate to have them show up when she’s visiting.”
Burl nodded. “I hear what you’re sayin’.”
“They’re driving a beige utility van. Might be as many as four of them. Watch yourself, Burl. They’re packing and they’re mean.”
Burl’s gaze narrowed as if he was seeing the killers in his mind’s eye.
“You still have minutes on that mobile phone you bought at the Mega Mart?” Nick asked.
Burl patted his chest pocket. “Don’t use it much, but it’s good to have. ’Specially if I get into a pinch.”
“I could use your eyes for the next couple days, Burl. If you see anyone coming up the mountain, anyone at all, but especially someone in that van I described, give me a call. I’m using that throwaway phone I told you about.”
“So they can’t track you?”
Nick nodded. “Exactly.”
“I won’t let anyone pass until I get the go-ahead from you, Nick.”
“No need to let them see you. They’re bad dudes. You’ve got both my cell number and the number for the burner phone programmed in your device?”
The old guy nodded. “Sure do.”
“Let me know if I’ve got company coming. Even if it’s not the van.”
“You can count on me, Nick.”
Burl slurped down the rest of his coffee in one long swig. After placing the mug on the table, he rubbed his hand over his mouth, scratched his chin and then pushed back his chair.
“Mighty fine coffee,” he said to Lizzie. His gaze shifted to Nick. “Good seeing you, Nick. I’ll be in touch.”
“One more thing.” Nick pulled up the file containing the list of names, and motioned Burl closer to the laptop. “Do you know any of these folks?”
The mountain man peered at the monitor. His lips moved as he silently read each name. “I know Everett Meeks, Sam Bellows and Hugh Garrett.”
“Are they from Lassiter?”
“Those three are. Can’t say about the others.”
Nick pointed to the people Lizzie had recognized. “Do these names mean anything to you?”
Burl shook his head. “’Fraid not.”
“I’m trying to find a common link between these folks, Burl. Anything come to mind? Do their children go to the same schools? Maybe they attend the same church or work for the same business?”
Burl rubbed his chin. “Don’t know about their religious views or their kids.”
“Does anything else come to mind?”
“Doyle Manufacturing.”
“They work for Colin Doyle?”
“That’s right.”
“Any idea what type of jobs they have?”
“No clue.” Burl hesitated for a long moment. “Does the list have something to do with the men in that van you’re worried about?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Sorry I couldn’t be more help.” He patted his pocket containing the cell. “I’ll call you if I see anything.”
“Keep this between us, Burl. If someone asks, tell them you haven’t seen me.”
The man glanced at Lizzie. “I haven’t seen her, either.”
Nick nodded. He escorted Burl to the door and watched as he grabbed his rifle and disappeared into the night. Nick needed his help, but he didn’t want any harm to come to his old friend. Burl was a good man with a big heart, and Nick wouldn’t have mentioned the danger except he needed someone to watch his back. Burl would do that. He’d guard the mountain road with his life.
SIX
“Can you trust Burl?” Lizzie asked when Nick stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Absolutely. He won’t divulge our whereabouts, and he won’t let anyone up the hill without notifying me.” With a definite nod, Nick added, “I’d trust him with my life.”
Which is exactly what Nick might have to do.
She glanced down at the tiny, handmade camel. “In that case, I’m glad I went outside, after all. He wouldn’t have even known you were here, otherwise. And my little Sunshine would have been upset about losing one of her animals.”
Nick nodded. “She likes Christmas?”
“What child doesn’t? But the Nativity set has special meaning. Her mother made it for Mary Grace’s first birthday.”
“The scruffy lamb Joey won’t let out of his grasp looks handmade, too. Was that a gift from his mom?”
“Annabelle finished some of the hand stitching when she was in the hospital. I’m afraid to think what would happen if he lost Lamb.”
“Human nature to hold on to the memories.”
Exactly as Elizabeth had done. She’d held on to the memory of Nick’s kisses, believing they signaled the start of something wonderful between them. Only later—after he’d left town—had she learned he’d only taken her to prom as a favor to Zack.
She’d been a fool back then to give her heart so readily to a guy who didn’t care. She was Zack’s baby sister then. Nothing more. Just as now.
Averting her gaze, she glanced at the television. A News Alert flashed on the screen. She reached for the remote and turned up the volume.
“Police are seeking information about Zack Tate, last seen fleeing the crime scene. Tate had recently been in contact with Nicholas Fontaine, a captain in the U.S. Army, currently stationed at Fort Rickman, Georgia.”
Nick stepped closer to the television.
“Fontaine was wounded in Afghanistan but survived his injury due to a new tactical vest issued to military personnel in Afghanistan. We spoke to noted local psychiatrist David Wax who mentioned the high incidence of post-traumatic stress disorder in returning military personnel. Although Fontaine has not been diagnosed with PTSD, Wax said symptoms could develop at any time.”
Liz turned to Nick, confused. “How did they connect you to Zack?”
“I’m not sure.”
Fear came with the realization that made her shudder. “Someone got hold of Zack’s cell phone and tracked the calls he made. That means he’s been captured by either the police or the killers.”
“Maybe, but also they could just be guessing. Lots of people in town knew Zack and I were friends in high school.” Nick rubbed his forehead. “I’m more curious as to why the news mentioned the vest I was wearing that supposedly saved my life.”
“Supposedly?”
He let out a frustrated breath. “I was issued the new vest, but I gave it to a buddy. He was going out on patrol. He had a wife and two kids, and the mission that night was dangerous. His unit came under attack, and my unit was called in to help rescue them.”
“That’s when you were hit?”
He nodded. “But I was wearing an old vest, the one Jeff should have had on.”
“I don’t understand. You gave him the newer, supposedly more protective model?”
“Exactly. We both came under fire. I took a hit to the chest and sustained a bruise, but the vest I wore—the older vest—stopped the bullet.”
“Yet you were injured.”
Nick nodded. “A second round penetrated my side where the vest doesn’t offer protection. The second hit did the damage, but the old vest protected me from a chest wound that would have been fatal.”
He stared at her as if unable to go on.
“Your buddy Jeff,” she said, realizing what had happened. “He didn’t survive.”
“The ceramic plate inserts in the new model were faulty and didn’t stop the hit to his chest.”
Nick rubbed his neck. “I started asking questions and found other cases when the supposedly improved vests had failed. Jeff’s dad has ties with government at the national level. I told him my concerns at the funeral, hoping he’d push for an inquiry, but—”
“But what?”
“He was angry at the military and with anyone in uniform, including me. It was easier to blame Uncle Sam for his son’s death, instead of Stratford and Castings, the company that produces the vests.”
“Does that company make the ceramic plate inserts, as well as the vests?”
“I’m not sure. The information’s not readily available.” Nick raised his brow. “Did Zack mention ceramic plates?”
Liz shook her head. “Why would he?”
“I told him my concerns when I got back to the States. I thought he might have looked into it.”
“If he did, he never mentioned it, but then Zack keeps a lot to himself.”
Nick’s expression was telling. He still carried the guilt of his friend’s death. “Was Jeff’s wife’s reaction like his father’s?” Liz asked.
“She was the exact opposite and even thanked me for trying to help her husband. Only swapping vests was a huge mistake on my part that cost Jeff his life.”
And saved yours, Elizabeth wanted to add.
“You didn’t fire the gun that killed him, Nick. And you didn’t manufacture the vest that was supposed to protect him.”
Knowing how tenacious her brother could be, she asked, “Did Zack ever mention the vests after you spoke initially?”
“No, but we’ve only talked a couple times since I redeployed home.”
Liz shook her head with regret. If only her brother had been more forthright.
Keep Zack safe, Lord. Keep Nick safe, as well.
* * *
Once the newscast concluded, Nick turned off the television. “I’ll load some supplies into your SUV in case we need to leave in a hurry. Why don’t you recheck Zack’s files? We may have missed something on the first go-round. Does he have a Facebook page or Twitter account? Is he on LinkedIn? Or any new social media site other than his blog?”
“Not that I know of.”
“What about your parents? He might be holed up with them.”
“Dad retired five years ago. He and Mom moved to Florida for sunshine and golf. Zack wouldn’t drive that far, especially if the children were still in Tennessee.”
Lizzie paused for a moment. “The only negative comments I’ve heard from Zack recently were about the Doyles. Zack could never let go of Dad’s concern that Colin Doyle pulled a bit too much weight in town.”
“Your father was a good judge. Mr. Doyle probably pushed for some special favors, which your dad wouldn’t have allowed.”
Sitting at the table, Lizzie placed her fingers on the keyboard. “While you pack the car, I’ll search for information about Colin Doyle in Zack’s documents.”
As Nick loaded the supplies, she studied various files and then shook her head when he came back inside. “Nothing comes up. Maybe I should recheck the sites Zack opened recently.”
Lizzie clicked the search history prompts and scrolled down the list of websites. “I didn’t notice this before. It’s a URL for a newspaper article.”
Once the text appeared, she leaned closer to the monitor. “It’s a short piece about Harold Doyle. Remember him?”
Nick pursed his lips. “Not sure if I do.”
“Colin Doyle’s nephew. He was in my high school.” She glanced up at Nick. “According to the article, Harold gave a speech to the Rotary Club, in Tyler, Tennessee, on Veteran’s Day.”
“Wonder why they didn’t invite someone with ties to the military?”
“Maybe that’s why Zack saved the article. He never had anything good to say about Harold.”
“A party boy and not too bright?”
“That’s right. Yet he graduated from Lassiter High with honors. That got to Zack. He always suspected someone had doctored his grades. As I mentioned, Dad never had much good to say about the Doyles, which probably rubbed off on my brother. Of course even back then, Zack was always on the hunt for a story to investigate.”
As much as Nick didn’t want to dig up the past, he had always wondered if Judge Tate had ever revealed the truth. “Did your father question Harold’s grades?”
“I don’t think Dad knew, although Zack ranted enough to me. Said he felt sure someone in the school administration had been swayed because Harold was part of the Doyle family. Funny, though—”
Her brow knit as she stared up at Nick. “After you left town, Zack never mentioned Harold again.”
Nick shrugged. “Your brother probably uncovered some new controversy that turned his attention away from high school.”
“Maybe Zack was trying to determine why you ran away.” Liz hesitated for a long moment. “Is there something I should know, Nick?”
“Of course not.”
“You never told me why you left.”
Ignoring her comment, Nick pointed to the kitchen door. “I still have a few more supplies out back to load into your car.”
Leaving her without even a backward glance, Nick headed for the rear storage area. He kept bottled water and packets of dehydrated food along with extra blankets and sleeping bags, most of which he’d already packed in the SUV.
“Nick!” she called after him.
He couldn’t turn back to her, and he couldn’t tell her what happened after the prom.
You’re not good enough for my daughter. The judge’s words echoed in his memory. They were true then and they were true now.
Lizzie deserved someone who could provide her with a home and family and security for the future. He’d done well in the military, but he couldn’t come back to Lassiter and be who she’d want him to be. He had to be true to himself first or he wouldn’t be good for anyone. His father hadn’t understood duty or honor or the importance of putting your life on the line for a higher cause, for freedom, for country.
Her father, Judge Tate, had seen through Nick’s false bravado, and although his admonition had been difficult to accept, the judge had forced Nick out of the downward spiral he’d been living in his youth. Nick had never regretted the decision he’d made that night.
Until he and Lizzie had reunited.
Now he had to struggle with what common sense told him. He wanted to follow his heart, and his heart was focused on Lizzie. But a relationship between them would never work—something he couldn’t let himself forget.
SEVEN
Hot tears stung Elizabeth’s eyes when she heard the door to Nick’s cabin shut with a bang. He had turned his back on her again and the questions she needed answered. Questions about why he’d professed his love and then left town without explanation.
She’d heard the emotion in his voice that night. In the years since, she’d tried to convince herself it had been nothing more than the shallow ramblings of a teenage boy being carried away in the moment. Didn’t that fit with the revelation that he’d only taken her out as a favor to her brother? She’d called herself a fool for believing Nick and had tried to forget him.
In hindsight, she realized his bad-boy image may have been the attraction. She’d been young and impressionable and had seen Nick as better than his actions at the time.
He’d been drifting through life, but she’d always known he would make something of himself. She was proud of who he had become. Her only mistake had been giving him her heart.
Frustrated, she went to the window and pulled back the curtain. Heavy clouds covered the moon and darkened the night even more.
Staring into the distance, Elizabeth saw lights. On the access road. Heading toward the cabin.
Her heart stopped. She dropped the curtain and backed away from the window.
The kitchen door opened. Nick was yelling at her.
“Headlights on the mountain road. They’re coming. Get the children.”
Once again they raced to grab the little ones, taking the stairs two at a time. Snatching them from the bed, they hurried downstairs and snagged the tote bags, laptop and coats on their way out the back door. Joey stirred in her arms, but remained asleep.
Mary Grace peered at Liz over Nick’s shoulder, her eyes wide. “Where are we going, Aunt Lizzie?”
“Someplace safe, honey. You don’t need to worry.”
Lizzie’s heart broke.
They had to save the children, but would they escape in time?
* * *
Nick eased the SUV out of the hiding spot and headed carefully up the mountain. The path was narrow, and the dropping temperature could mean ice beneath the snow.
Over the past few hours, the wind had picked up and drifted snow that quickly covered their tracks from the cabin to the car. Perhaps someone on high was watching out for them, after all.
He glanced at Liz as she patted the children to sleep. Her faith was strong. She’d probably prayed for the Lord’s help. No doubt, God had listened.
If only Nick could be sure God could ever care for someone like him. The chaplain in his unit had laid the foundation for his coming to faith, but Jeff’s death had made him doubt again. Reconnecting with Lizzie had made him reconsider.
She shifted in the backseat and emitted a low groan. From the rearview mirror, he could see her staring out the passenger’s-side window at the drop-off that disappeared into a dark abyss.
“Tell me you’ve driven up the side of this mountain before,” she said, her voice tight.
“Buckle your seat belt, Lizzie. Let me worry about the road.”
“Or lack thereof. It’s too narrow.”
“Your car has good tires, which works to our advantage. Besides, I’ve been traveling this path since I was a kid.”
“But not in a four-door SUV.”
“Trust me, Lizzie. Okay?”
She shook her head, all the while biting her lip, her eyes wide.
“We don’t have far,” he said, hoping to offer a bit of reassurance.
She glanced out the back window. “Are they following us?”
Nick shook his head. “More than likely, they’re searching my cabin.” And destroying so much of what he’d built over the years. He flicked his gaze to the front passenger’s seat, relieved he’d been able to grab Zack’s laptop on their way out the door.
He was also glad he wore a loaded Glock on his hip. Not that the children would notice it under his jacket, but it added another layer of protection they needed.
Snow fell faster than the wipers could clear it away. Nick gripped the steering wheel and inched the car up the steep incline. His hands cramped from the strain. Thankfully, the moon had broken through the clouds and provided enough light for him to drive without headlights, which would have given away their whereabouts.
“We’re almost there,” he said. If only the snow didn’t get too deep or the road too slick. As if in response to his thought, the wheels shifted on the icy undercoat. He turned into the skid, relieved when the car righted its direction.
Tension tightened his shoulders, and a dull ache climbed his neck and wove along his scalp. Blink, he reminded himself as he tried to see through the pelting snow.
Every so often, he glanced down the mountain. All he could see was the black night and the white snow. A winter wonderland that would be breathtaking under different circumstances. Tonight it only compounded an already-difficult situation.
A gunshot sounded in the night. Then a second and a third.
Nick pursed his lips and gripped the wheel even more tightly.
Lizzie startled at the sound, her eyes wide. “What was that?”
“Gunfire.”
“Was it Burl?”
“I don’t know. I told him not to take any chances.”
“From what I’ve seen of Burl, I doubt he backs down from danger.”
Nick almost smiled. She had Burl pegged. “I’ll call him when we stop. Hopefully, he’ll clue us in on what happened.”
Inching the car around the last bend in the road, Nick sighed with relief when he saw the entrance to the cave. The road widened and led to a level plateau. He parked and opened the driver’s door.
“Let’s get the children inside, out of the wind and snow. The cave maintains an even temperature. With sleeping bags and blankets, we should be fine.”
She eyed the dark opening to the mountain cave. “What about bats?”
He had to smile. They were on the run with at least four killers on their tail, and Lizzie was worried about small critters that were relatively harmless. “They’ve never caused a problem in the past. I’ve seen a few of them, but there’s nothing to worry about.”