Guns and Roses (15 page)

“Sorry, but I just need it for a
few
hours. I’ll replace the gas and—”

“Move over.” He jerked open the door.

“Excuse me?”

“Move over. I’m driving.”

She cast a frantic glance at the clock. “I really don’t need an escort.”

“You have no idea what you need. Now, move over before I get pissed.”

She took in his blazing eyes, the tight set of his jaw. Maybe he was one of those finicky men who didn’t like anyone else behind the wheel of his vehicle.

Holly scooted over the console and into the passenger seat. Before she’d even fastened her seatbelt, he’d thrust the Suburban into gear and pulled onto the highway, leaving his pickup behind them.

He shot her a scowl. “I could have you arrested for auto theft. This isn’t even mine—it belongs to the ranch.”

Holly sighed. “I left you a note. And I’ll fill it with gas, so what’s the harm? This thing was just sitting in the barn while my entire business goes down the tubes.”

His phone buzzed and he jerked it from the pocket of his hunting jacket.

Holly glanced guiltily at the leather jacket she was still wearing.

“Denton,” he snapped. “Yeah… yeah…” Another dark look in her direction. Then he checked his watch. “Okay, call you in ten.”

He dropped the phone in the cup holder and trained his gaze on the road.

“So, Colin… I know you’re a cop.”

He glanced at her. Then back at the road.

“I’m not a cop.”

“Okay, now I know you’re a cop and a liar.”

He didn’t say anything.

Holly gazed out the window and watched the woods rush past. A thick blanket of snow covered the forest floor. “My dad was a cop, so I know, all right?” She looked at him. “What are you—working undercover or something?”

“I’m not a liar.” He flicked a glance at her. “And I’m not a cop—not like you mean. I’m with ATF.”

“Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms.” She studied him with interest now and remembered the gun cabinet back at the cabin. But it wasn’t really unusual. Everyone out here had guns. Montana had one of the highest rates of gun ownership in the nation.

“And you’re right.” He gave her a wary look and seemed to decide something. “The ranch gig is a cover. I’ve been out here five months trying to line something up.”

A chill snaked down Holly’s spine as she noted his grim expression. This man wasn’t here because of his Chevy. He’d tracked her down because he thought she was in some sort of danger.

“What, exactly, did I stumble into last night?” she asked.

He stared ahead at the road.

“Colin?”

“A deal was supposed to go down. A big one. And one of the vehicles involved is a white van.” He glanced at her. “This was last night at the barbecue joint in town.”

“You mean the one across from Mae’s, where I stopped?”

He didn’t say anything, but his silence confirmed her niggling suspicion that her pit stop was somehow related to the freak shooting. It had been gnawing at her for hours. She’d been wondering why her tire was punctured, and if someone had meant to strand her on the outskirts of town. Yesterday, she’d thought she’d dozed off at the wheel, but that explanation didn’t account for the tire. Or the gunshots. Since the moment she’d woken up this morning, Holly had felt certain there was nothing accidental about her accident.

“This area’s become a drug route between Mexico and Canada,” he said. “And we have reason to believe someone local is in on the action.”

“Dealing drugs?”

“Firearms. We believe one of the cartels is getting supplied out of Branson County. The drugs come north, the cash and guns go south. One of our locals gets a sliver of the pie in exchange for heavy metal.”

“You mean like… machine guns?”

“Handguns, machine guns, whatever the client wants. The guy we’re looking at—he’s a big collector around here. Only we’ve developed evidence that he not only collects guns, he shaves off serial numbers and supes up the weapons before sending them south. Makes a nice profit doing it.”

“So, this guy… what does he look like?”

“Why?” Colin gave her a sharp look. “You think you might have seen him?”

“I don’t know.” She stared blankly through the window and tried to recall the details from yesterday evening.

“When you were at the truck stop?”

“Someone approached me in the parking lot,” she told him. “I was climbing out of the van and had my back to him. He said something like, ‘Hey, you got the wrong—’ and then I turned around and he looked surprised.”

Colin was watching her intently.

“I was wearing my baseball cap,” she added, “so I figured he had me confused with someone.”

“Did you see what he was driving?”

“An SUV. Maybe a Tahoe? It was blue or gray, I think. I can’t really be sure.”

“What did he look like?”

She blew out a sigh, trying to recall. “I don’t know. Kind of tall and bulky.”

“Was he bald? Did you notice any tattoos on his neck?”

She slid him a look. Clearly, he was describing a specific suspect. “I don’t know about tattoos. He was wearing a camouflage jacket, like yours. But he wasn’t bald. He had a cap on and white hair peeking out.”

“
White
hair?” He frowned at her. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why? Do you know who it is?”

He shook his head.

“You know him, don’t you? I can tell.”

He shot her a look. “The less you know about this, the better.”

Holly shook her head and looked out the window.

“And the sooner you get back to Bozeman, the better. After this delivery, I’m taking you straight back to Al’s to pick up your van.”

Holly stared out the window at the snowy landscape, and suddenly, it reminded her of cocaine. It had never occurred to her that drug cartels had their tentacles this far north. And now, she was being targeted by one, or someone working for one, because of something she’d stumbled into purely by accident.

Her mountain of unpaid bills was starting to seem like the very least of her problems.

“Don’t worry,” Colin said, giving her a thoughtful glance. “I’ll see what kind of protection we can get you, in the event you have to testify.”

“
Testify?
”

“About whoever approached you in that parking lot.” He gave her a look. “It could be someone important.”

“The guy with the white hair?”

“I’m guessing it’s Ice Man. He’s the link between the cartel and our firearms guy—a link we’ve been investigating for a long time. But we’ve never had a positive ID on him. Or even an eyewitness.”

Holly gaped at him. “You
don’t
have an eyewitness! All I saw was some guy in a parking lot. He barely said two words to me.”

Colin shifted his attention to the road, where the sign for the White Falls Inn had come into view. Holly glanced at it, panicked.

“Colin, I don’t want to testify. I want to deliver my flowers and go back to my life in Bozeman.”

He turned up a steep and narrow driveway. “You will.”

“I’m serious! I don’t want any part of this. I’ve got enough stuff to worry about with my sister on my case and a struggling business and loans from art school—”

“Just relax, all right? This is all conjecture at this point.” His phone buzzed again as he curved around a graceful driveway and pulled up to a white clapboard house flanked by towering fir trees.

A trio of men in tuxedos rushed out to meet the van, followed by a blond woman in a black pantsuit. This was Patty, the wedding coordinator Holly had met on the few occasions when she’d been privileged enough to do an event at the prestigious White Falls Inn. Patty had obviously recognized her and was making a beeline for the Suburban, already barking orders at the staff.

Colin’s phone buzzed again as the men yanked open the cargo doors. “Hey, you need a hand with this?” he asked. “Because I need to take this call.”

Holly shoved open her door. “Take it.”

“I’ll be here when you finish.” He checked his watch and a look of concern flitted across his face. “Come straight back, all right? We need to get you safely back to Bozeman before anyone realizes you’re here.”

~*~

“I have a lead on Ice Man,” Colin told his boss.

“Shit, where you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”

“You know that florist I told you about? She may be able to ID him for us. Someone approached her last night at Mae’s Truck Stop, right after she pulled up in her van. I thought it was Lopez, maybe mistaking her for Hooks, but—”

“Hooks is dead.”

Colin’s blood turned cold. “What?”

“They found him in a ditch this morning over in Calvert County,” Bruce said. “Double-tap to the head. And get this—his van’s missing. So looks like the swap went down without us, only it wasn’t a swap, but a grab. Not only that—his whole place has been looted. Guns, computers, phones, everything. Someone swept through there like a horde of locusts.”

Colin tried to process the information. The man he’d been closing in on for months was dead. The person they’d hoped to bust and then flip so they could go after the bigger fish—Ice Man and Lopez—was gone.

“Lopez knows we’re onto him,” Colin said, watching uneasily as Holly pulled another load of flowers from the back of the SUV. He turned away from her and lowered his voice. “He’s shutting it down, eliminating loose ends.”

“I know, I know. We’ve got to move fast. So, what’s this about Ice Man? You said you have an ID?”

“Slater.”

“Who?”

“Tom Slater. I think he’s our guy.”

“You think
Sheriff
Slater is the Ice Man?”

“He matches the witness description to a T,” Colin said. “And besides, it makes sense. We know Ice Man’s connected. We know he knows Hooks. And we know he somehow manages to get word to Lopez’s crew every time a major drug seizure is about to go down.”

“But they had a big bust there just last week.”

“Yeah,
Slater
had a big bust. He’s the only cop in three counties who’s managed to make a seizure in the last two years. Lopez probably handed it to him on a silver platter in exchange for looking the other way on everything else—like the weapons trafficking going on right under his nose.”

“This is the sheriff we’re talking about,” Bruce said, still sounding unconvinced.

“Think about it,” Colin said. “It makes everything fit.” And it also put Holly smack dab in the middle of a sensitive investigation.

“Who’s this witness again? You said she’s from Bozeman?”

“She’s a florist up here doing a wedding,” Colin said, growing increasingly worried as he considered the problem. Holly had reported the shooting last night, which meant the sheriff’s office knew exactly who she was, right down to her home address.

She wasn’t safe in Bozeman—not if Ice Man and the sheriff were one and the same.

Colin scanned the area, looking for a pretty brunette in an oversized leather jacket. Where the hell was she? His gaze landed on the glassed-in reception room with a view of the waterfall that gave the town its name. He spotted the wedding coordinator just outside the door. Tuxedo-wearing staffers were rushing in and out, setting things up.

Well, they were going to have to do the rest without Holly. She wasn’t going to like it, but that was too bad.

“I need to go,” Colin said. “I need to get Holly out of here.”

“Who?”

“The witness.”

Brakes squealed and Colin turned around. A gray Tahoe peeled away from the building and went roaring down the drive.

Chapter Four

Holly bit down on the gag, fighting the urge to retch at the sour taste of it. Her cheek was pressed against the cold floor of the vehicle and a heavy weight on her legs prevented her from moving.

“I’ll be at the juncture in ten minutes,” the man said to someone over the phone. Holly strained to listen over the pounding of her heart. “What the hell do you think? I couldn’t just pop her there in the driveway.”

They hit a bump and Holly’s head knocked against metal. She stifled a reaction. She didn’t want this man—the same guy who’d approached her in the parking lot yesterday—knowing she was awake. If he thought she was still out cold, she’d have a better chance of doing… something. She didn’t know what yet, but she was desperately trying to put together a plan.

Why hadn’t she had her guard up? When she’d stepped out of the reception room to get the last load of flowers, she’d heard someone behind her. She’d turned to look, never expecting to see the man from the parking lot lunging for her. He’d touched her with something—probably a Taser—and it was like stepping on a live wire. Next thing she knew, she was being loaded into a cargo space like a sack of potatoes.