mother included.
Raina checked her rear view mirror for headlights but didn’t see anyone coming behind her. Maybe Bruce had hurt himself when he fell. Or perhaps he’d decided to take out his anger on Cindy because she was closer and easier. Raina desperately hoped he would leave Josh alone.
She decided to go straight to the police. She couldn’t prove that Josh was in immediate danger, but Bruce had threatened to kill her. That had to be against the law.
Distracted by her scattered thoughts, Raina almost missed the single curve in the quarter-mile driveway. She braked and pulled hard on the steering wheel, barely keeping the car from smacking into a giant Douglas fir. It was dark now, and she was anxious to get back into the bright lights and safety of Eugene city streets. She didn’t want to die in one of those mysterious single-car accidents, so she kept her speed reasonable. Raina checked the rearview mirror again. No car lights behind directly her. With Pine Grove Road only a hundred yards ahead, she started to relax.
Out of nowhere came a loud popping sound. Not quite like a gunshot, but loud enough to jumpstart her heart into frantic mode. Instinctively, Raina pressed the gas pedal, but the car didn’t respond well. It pulled to the left and made a grinding sound.
Raina tried to keep driving, thinking it would be better to reach the road, but the grinding was unbearable, so she coasted to a stop. Now what? She knew how to change a flat tire; her grandmother had made sure of that. Yet the sliver of moonlight wasn’t enough, and crazy Bruce was still back there somewhere. Be smart, she told herself. Call for help.
Raina reached into her purse for her cell phone, thinking she would call Jamie first. Jamie would bring her dad. Mr. Conner would have a spotlight in the back of his truck and make short work of changing the tire.
The call wouldn’t go through. Damn! Seven miles out of town, and she couldn’t pick up a tower. She tried again. Dead air. Raina decided to step out of the Volvo just long enough to try the call again. After a quick glance back down the road, she unlocked the door and pressed speed-dial #2. As she reached for the handle, the door flew open and a powerful force yanked her from the car.
Raina started to cry out, but her head smacked against the hard metal at the top of the door opening. Searing pain paralyzed her voice, and all that came out was a pathetic mewing sound. A calloused hand with an odd metal smell clamped over her mouth. Raina struggled, but a big arm squeezed her like a python holding its next meal. Fingers plunged into her hair, then slammed her head against the side of the car.
More searing pain. Oh God, he was going to kill her.
Bam! Her head smashed into the car again. As she passed out, Raina’s last thought was,
Chapter 2
Kera was talking, but Jackson wasn’t listening. He couldn’t stop thinking about sex. After two years of near celibacy at the end of an angry marriage, he had met this incredible woman and now he was obsessed. He was sharing Valentine’s Day and a plate of tasty beef tournedos with a gorgeous intelligent woman—and all he could think about was getting to her house and getting naked.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t interesting to you.” Kera looked concerned for a moment, then laughed. “But you really should try to hide it better.” Her green eyes twinkled with amusement. In the short time he’d known her, Jackson had been surprised again and again by her resilience.
He reached for her hand. “I know. I’m sorry. You look incredible, and it’s distracting.” With her wide cheekbones, full lips, and big alert eyes, Kera looked like she could be part Native American, but he had never asked. Tonight her long copper hair was swept up, exposing her neck, although it was the tight black dress that got him going.
“Thanks. It’s nice to have an opportunity to get out of the scrubs,” Kera said. She was a nurse at Planned Parenthood. They’d met five months ago when he’d responded to a bombing at the clinic. When one of her clients had been murdered, they’d been thrown together by a series of escalating events.
Jackson tried to get back into her good graces by thinking of something personal to talk about. “How’s Danette?”
Kera’s smile brightened. “She’s fine. Except she hates being pregnant. At eight months, she is getting really uncomfortable.”
“I know you already told me this, but when is she due?”
“March 15th. The Ides of March.”
Jackson had a wicked thought. He leaned in and whispered, “Then you’ll be a GILF.”
It took her a moment, then she burst into laughter. The couple at the next table glanced over. Kera gave him a look. “Let’s get out of here.”
Jackson grinned and reached for his wallet. He felt lucky that she found him attractive. He always thought of himself as getting by: six feet and a little heavy at two-twenty, with a slightly too-big nose and a scar over his left eye. Could have been worse though.
A few minutes later as he paid the check, his cell phone rang. Jackson glanced at the name on the screen. Denise Lammers. Jackson wasn’t on call tonight, so it wouldn’t hurt to wait an hour or so before he got back to her. He answered anyway. “Jackson here.”
“It’s Sergeant Lammers. There’s a body in a car at the wildlife observation lookout on Greenhill Road. Young and female. Patrol says she looks bludgeoned.”
The news hit him like a punch in the chest. It had been a bad five months for young and female in Eugene.
Lammers continued, “I know it’s not your rotation, but I need you to take this case and wrap it up quickly. We’re already taking heat for the unresolved rape cases, and the public is still upset about the dead schoolgirls.”
Jackson’s chest tightened. The dead schoolgirls had been his case, and he had been too slow to put it together. “Will you call Evans, McCray, and Schakowski? Get them out to the scene tonight.” Jackson would pull in other
