|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"He came here this afternoon looking for you. I told him I hadn't seen you, but if you came to town you'd certainly come to me first. As you can imagine, he didn't take kindly to my remark." |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
D.J. made a sound of understanding. Rich had always been jealous of her relationship with Danny. While she'd been married, she'd avoided her friend just to avoid the inevitable scene with Rich when he found out she'd talked to her "lover boy," as he'd called Danny. Rich, in his typically macho way, hadn't been able to comprehend that a man and a woman could be "just friends." |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Danny's voice continued. "He left when he realized I wasn't going to change my story, and the sheriff followed him until he got on the highway toward Outgamie, but he must have doubled around and come to the cabin the back way." He sighed, and D.J. could almost see the chagrin on his face. "I'm sorry, D.J., I should have come up there, but I had a patient who was bleeding all over the room and" |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"Never mind, Danny boy. I wasn't here when he came, and he's gone now. At least for a while. I'm just worried about McCall." |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"No. Stay where you are. Rich is around here somewhere; I can feel it. I'm going to find McCall if I can." She dearly hoped he was somewhere close by, in the woods, alone. If she couldn't find him, she'd have to walk out tonight and start a manhunt for both McCall and Rich as soon as possible. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Right now she needed to get out of the cabin and back to town. These woods were becoming too |
|
|
|
|
|