Rogue Rider

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“I’m not sure I like having a man staying here,” Nancy said. “Especially not one with amnesia. He could be an ax-murderer for all we know.”

So… judge-y. Insulted, Reseph bit back a curse. Nancy could be right, but he could also be a world-famous surgeon who donated time and money to orphans in third-world countries.

“Didn’t the deputy say they were going to run his fingerprints?” asked a woman whose voice was a two- pack-a-day rasp.

“That’ll only help if his fingerprints are in a database,” said another woman.

“I don’t know about you,” Two-packer said, “but given what happened to the Bjornsen couple, the fact that this Reseph person was found only a mile away from them makes me nervous.”

“Bjornsen couple?” Nancy asked.

The woman’s smoky voice lowered even more. “The Bjornsens are that weird couple who moved here from California.”

“I met them once,” Nancy said. “What happened to them?”

“Shh. I don’t think this has been made public yet. I only know because I overheard Sheriff Miller talking on his phone at the Purple Plate. He was saying that the Bjornsens had been slaughtered in their own trailer a couple of nights ago. Quite the coincidence that this man shows up with no memory at around the same time.”

Reseph’s gut twisted. He didn’t think he’d have done something like that, but “think” was the key word here, wasn’t it? He didn’t know much of anything. Although he was reasonably certain he wasn’t an altruistic world-class surgeon.

“Have the police questioned him about it?”

“I don’t know, but from what I hear, the deaths are being blamed on an animal.” The woman’s voice became a whisper. “Or a demon.”

“Don’t say that,” Nancy said sharply. “The demons are gone.”

Reseph scrambled backward away from the door. A killer was on the loose near Jillian, and whether it was a demon or an animal, it didn’t matter. He might still be upset and angry that she’d abandoned him, but he wouldn’t abandon her.

But what if it was you who killed those people? It couldn’t have been. Deputy Dick would have questioned him if they’d suspected, right?

Reseph needed to see the scene. Needed to know for certain that he wasn’t responsible for slaughtering the Bjornsens.

But first, he needed to make sure Jillian was okay.

* * *

The house was so empty without Reseph. Worse, Jillian kept seeing his face when she’d told him she was leaving without him. She’d been deliberately cruel, wanting him to get upset with her, but instead, he’d kissed her. Kissed the breath right out of her.

And still she’d left him.

He didn’t know anyone. He had no home, no job, no friends. And she’d left him to be dropped off at a women’s shelter.

No doubt Reseph would have as much company as he could stand.

That particular thought annoyed her enough that she stopped worrying about him.

For an hour.

Then she realized how big the living room looked without him to fill it. How lonely the kitchen table was without him to talk to.

And how stupid was she anyway to get so worked up over someone she’d only had in her house for a few days?

But wow, could that someone kiss. Even now, her body heated in remembrance. The way he’d touched her had lit her on fire. There’d been nothing inappropriate about where his hands had been, but there’d been a whole lot of inappropriate in her thoughts.

The phone rang as she was buttoning her coat to do her evening chores. When she picked up, Stacey was on the other end, and she didn’t even bother with a hello.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a strange man at your house all weekend?” Stacey snapped. “A strange man with amnesia?”

“Hello to you too, Stacey.”

“Well?”

Stacey was nothing if not tenacious. “The phone lines were down, and I don’t know smoke signals.”

“You realize he could have sliced you up with a chainsaw, and it could have been months before anyone knew?”

Jillian sighed. “You come up here all the time. You’d have found my mangled body in a couple of days.”

“That’s not the point,” Stacey said, “and you know it.”

“Well, you’re always telling me I need a man around the house.”

Stacey cursed, which cracked Jillian up. Her friend had grown up with strict, religious parents, so whenever Stacey used a four-letter word, it would come out as a whisper or as something barely understandable.

“A man,” Stacey shot back. “Not Freddy Krueger.”

“Trust me,” Jillian muttered. “Reseph’s no hideous slasher movie guy.” She braced her shoulder against the door. “You at work tonight?”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m calling. I just got off the phone with Nancy Garrett.”

A tremor of unease ran up Jillian’s spine. “The lady who runs the shelter?”

“Yep. Seems Freddy’s gone missing.”

Jillian bolted upright. “Missing? When? Did he tell anyone where he was going?”

“Nope. Nancy went to check on him a few minutes ago, and he was gone.”

“Shit.” Jillian’s gaze darted around the room. Keys. Where were her keys? She must have left them in the truck. “You’ve got to find him. He’ll starve or freeze out there.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. He was obviously resourceful enough to weasel his way into your house.”

Jillian looked around for her gloves. “He didn’t weasel his way anywhere.”

“Do you think he might have remembered something?”

“I don’t know.” She found the gloves on the coffee table and jammed them into her coat pockets. “Look, I’m on my way in. I’ll help look for him.”

“Jillian, no. He’s not your problem anymore. We’ll take care of it.”

Problem. That was basically what she’d said to him. He was a problem. He had nothing and no one, and she’d dumped him the way some people abandoned pets without a single thought about how afraid and confused they’d be without the only people and home they’d known. An overwhelming sense of shame crushed her.

“I think,” Stacey said quietly, “that you should come stay with me for a little while.”

“What? Why?”

“I can’t talk about it right now, but trust me, okay?”

A chill seeped into her bones. “Is this about Reseph?”

“Not… exactly. I’d just feel better if you weren’t out there all alone.”

Why did everyone think she shouldn’t be alone? She liked alone. When she was alone, she had control of her life.

“We can talk about it later. I’m coming into town to look for Reseph.” She was not going to back down from this. “I’ll come by the station.”

She hung up before Stacey could argue. Where could Reseph have gone? What if he was injured or lost?

Sick with worry, she hurried outside. Darkness had settled in, but she wasn’t going to obsess about what might lurk in the shadows beyond the farm. Reseph could be in trouble, and she had no one to blame but herself.

She’d almost reached the truck when a whisper stopped her in her tracks. No, not a whisper… it was more of a puff of warm air blowing across her cheek and ear. A rank odor made her nostrils burn and a sour taste fill her mouth.