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her shoulder had intensified with all her extra exertion. If she hadn't needed her mind clear to think, she'd be popping those pain pills like peanuts right now. |
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The line was picked up at her father's house, and D.J. almost groaned with relief. Then the recorded message started playing and she swore. |
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"Please leave your message at the tone." Beeeep. |
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"Dad, I'm at the cabin and I've got trouble. If you're there, pick up. I need you." |
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She waited. No one answered. "Dad. Pick up!" she shouted. |
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D.J. disconnected the line with a furious jab of her thumb. "There's never a cop around when you need one," she muttered. |
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Now what? She needed help. She no longer trusted the Lakeview PD. Whoever had allowed Rich near the holding cell had undoubtedly leaked her whereabouts in Outgamie to Rich or his thugs. Even if she did trust anyone in the department, they were over four hours away. She could call the sheriff in Isadora, but what would she say? |
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I think my ex-husband is a gang lord, and he's kidnapped the man I was supposed to have in protective custody. |
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The sheriff in Isadora was sixty-seven years old. Nothing happened in this town except drunk-and-disorderly on Saturday nights. He still carried the gun he'd bought when he was elected to the position over forty years before. He might have a shotgun somewhere, but neither weapon would be a match for the kind of firepower she knew their pur- |
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