Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“She does.” Wyatt didn’t mind twisting the knife in this case. “She wants to settle down with me and Sawyer.”
A nasty chuckle came from Marshall’s throat. “Yeah, and that’s why she’s not who we thought she was. I can’t believe they’re going to let her teach school.”
“You need to stay out of Bliss after this.” Even if he couldn’t be there, Wyatt knew there were plenty of people who would defend Sabrina. Some of them were tiny, but they had some pointy cowboy boots and could kick a shin when they wanted to. And some of them would simply brush these two off like the pests they were. “I assure you the town isn’t going to welcome you back.”
“I already planned to let Sheriff Wright know we won’t be available for extra shifts anymore.” Knox settled but his shoulders were still up around his ears. He wasn’t as sure about the decision as he wanted Wyatt to believe. “We won’t go back there.”
He had one last road he could go down. “No, you won’t because whoever the CBI sent is almost assuredly working for my brother, and he’ll want to ensure he cleans up all the evidence. You’re part of it. You’ll likely meet a nasty accident.”
“More threats?” Marshall asked, staring at him through the rearview mirror.
“More like predicting your future,” Wyatt replied with a long sigh. He sat back as much as he could since his hands were cuffed behind his back. “I know how my brother operates.”
“Probably because it’s how you operate.” Knox seemed to want to say more, but the radio squawked suddenly. Knox picked it up. “This is Miller.”
“Knox, there’s been a change of plans,” the voice said over the radio. “The CBI agent needs to get the suspect to Colorado Springs tonight. They’re meeting you at the old gas station on the edge of Bliss. It’s closed, but it’s a good place to make the transfer.”
“Uh, what about the paperwork?” Knox suddenly didn’t sound as sure.
“Sheriff okay’d it. You know he doesn’t want any of this. Let the CBI deal with it. He doesn’t want beef with Nate Wright. He’s calling him as we speak to try to settle things,” the woman said. “Let me know when the transfer’s been made. Boys, this isn’t your fight. The Bureau wants this guy. It’s best to get him to a facility that can handle him.”
“I don’t have anyone behind me.” This alone should tell them it was a setup. “I left the MC. They won’t save me. Unless you’re worried Sabrina is going to storm the station house.”
“We’re on our way and will call back when the handoff is done,” Knox said and hung up the radio. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Think about it.” He was getting desperate. He’d thought he would have time, but they were working around all the paperwork standing between him and his brother. “You know something’s wrong. You have cop instincts. What are they telling you right now? Don’t listen to the whole I have to do what my superiors say. You know damn well there’s a time and a place to rebel. What’s your gut saying?”
“My gut is saying the sooner we turn you over, the quicker we can get on with our lives,” Marshall announced. “Look, it’s right up ahead. What do you think they’re going to do? Shoot us in broad daylight and take you away? I think someone will notice if we don’t make it back.”
They obviously didn’t have vivid imaginations. He could see the CBI agent up ahead. He was parked slightly behind the abandoned building. It would give him some cover. “First of all, it’s not broad daylight. It’s twilight, and it’ll be dark in moments. Second, he’ll almost surely set it up so I’m the one who got hold of one of your guns and killed you as I fled the scene. Then he’ll kill me unless my brother wants a word.”
“You’re paranoid.” Marshall shrugged him off.
“He’s desperate. He knows this is it,” Knox argued as Marshall pulled into the parking lot. The CBI agent motioned for him to pull in further, until the squad car was next to his. And out of sight from the highway. “I’m sorry, Wyatt. You did the crime. You gotta pay for it.”
“Don’t get out,” Wyatt warned. “I am begging you to drive to Creede. Do it there. If we’re in front of the station, he can’t kill you.”
Knox rolled his eyes and opened the car door. “Agent Reese, it’s good to see you again. We’ve got the suspect. He’s been read his rights and is ready for transfer.”
Agent Reese was a tall, thin man. A somewhat familiar man. He wore a suit today, his badge in clear view, but when he came to see Wayne, he was always more casual, always trying to hide his features with sunglasses and a ball cap.