In a Killer’s Sights (4 page)

“As soon as I finish my research. It should be a few more days.”

“Let me know, and we’ll meet you at the airport.”

“I will. And, Mom, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I love you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Just promise me that you’ll think about Maggie’s future. She needs a father.”

“I know that.”

Her mother was silent for a moment before she spoke again. “I hope you know that I only want what’s best for you because I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mom. I’ll talk to you later.”

Gwen ended the call and laid the phone beside her on the table, then scrubbed her hands over her face in an effort to relieve the anxiety talking with her mother always provoked. The curtain over the door moved, and Dean called out from the other side, “Gwen, may I come in?”

She glanced back at the phone with wide eyes. How long had he been standing there? Had he heard her speak about Maggie or Rick? She shifted on the table and crossed her arms over her stomach.

“Come in, Dean.”

He pulled back the curtain before he stepped into the room. A sad look shadowed his dark eyes, making them stand out in his pale face. His gaze traveled over her before he inhaled. She tried to determine if he had heard her conversation or not, but couldn’t tell. He held her gaze for a few seconds before she glanced down.

“I was just talking with my mother.”

“And how is she?” he asked.

“She was concerned about what’s happened today.”

He slipped his hands in his pockets and took a step closer. “I suppose that means she’s upset that I’m here with you.”

Gwen shook her head. “Dean, please...”

“It’s okay, Gwen. I understand how she feels about me, and I don’t blame her. But neither you nor your mother have anything to fear from me. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy. I wouldn’t do anything to interfere with that.”

She blinked back the tears that filled her eyes and smiled. “I believe you, Dean. No matter what your problems were, you never lied to me.”

He took a step closer. “No, I never did, and I’m not going to start now. I’ve been talking with Ben, and we’re both concerned about the attempts on your life today. We think you need to go home while Ben searches for this guy. When he’s caught, you can come back and finish your research.”

Her eyes widened. “I can’t do that. I’m on a schedule to get this project under way. I can’t wait while the police look for a murderer they may never find.” She shook her head. “No, I’m going to finish my job, and then I’ll leave.”

“Gwen, listen to me,” he said. “You’re still in danger. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She eased off the table and walked over to face him. “Thank you, but I have a job to do. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He glared at her and raked his hand through his hair. “I’m not going to let you do this.”

Her mouth gaped open and she shook her head. “Are you serious? Do you really think you can order me around? We aren’t married anymore. I don’t have to listen to you.”

He couldn’t have looked more shocked if she’d slapped him, and she immediately regretted her harsh words. His shoulders sagged and he nodded. “I know I don’t have any right to control what you do, especially after what I just overheard.”

Panic ripped through her, and it was all she could do not to run for the door. She clasped her hands together and tried to keep them from shaking. “What did you hear?”

He jammed his hands in his pockets again and rocked back on his heels. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I walked up just as you were saying something about a guy named Rick. Are you involved with him?”

She breathed a sigh of relief. If that was all he’d heard, then he still didn’t know about Maggie. Gwen nodded. “No. My mother wishes I was, though. He and I work together, and we date some. He’s a good man, and I enjoy spending time with him.”

Dean’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I see,” he said. “I realize you have another life now, and I’d like for you to be able to return to it safely.” They stared at each other, neither speaking for a few seconds, and then he sighed and rubbed his hand across his eyes. “So, if you won’t go home, how about this? Stay at my dude ranch until you’re through with your assignment. I’ll have one of my employees accompany you to all the locations you want to visit. That way I’ll know you’re being protected.”

She frowned. “You want me to stay at your ranch? I can’t do that.”

“Why not? I have other guests there. You’ll have your own room with a private bath, and you can have as little to do with me as you want. I promise I’ll leave you alone.”

“I’m not worried about being around you. Our marriage ended years ago, and we both know we can never get back what we once had. I’m just afraid it will be uncomfortable for us.”

He smiled. “Then we’ll have to make sure to keep things pleasant between us. No rehashing what can’t be changed. Just an attempt to be friends. What do you say?”

She thought about it for a moment. It really would make her feel safer if she had someone to accompany her on her research trips. And she had to admit she was curious about the life Dean had made for himself. If she did this, she would have to be careful, though, and guard against letting any word or action give away the secret she’d kept hidden.

Finally, she smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Dean. I’d like to stay at your dude ranch.”

A big smile pulled at his lips. “Good. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Gwen’s stomach clenched at his words, and she almost groaned. Something told her Dean was mistaken. She had just made a decision that she might regret for the rest of her life.

FOUR

A
n hour later Dean stood in the doorway of Gwen’s motel room and smiled at the sight of her on her knees, looking under the bed. He tried to push the memory of earlier times like this from his mind, but it was no use. He chuckled, and she glanced up at where he leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossed.

“Are you sure you have everything?” he asked, a smirk pulling at his lips.

She pushed herself to her feet, brushed her hands against the knees of her jeans and glared at him. “You’re not going to bring that up again, are you?”

He smiled and straightened. “I can’t help remembering how no matter where we went, you always managed to leave something behind. Do you recall the time you left your makeup case in the bathroom of that St. Louis hotel, and you made me drive two hundred miles back to get it?”

She arched an eyebrow and shrugged. “Only because it was cheaper to pay for the gas to go back than to replace everything that was in that bag.”

“So you said.” He smiled again. “But I didn’t mind.”

She started to reply, but the expression on her face suddenly changed to one of uncertainty. With a sigh, she sat down on the bed. Her chin dropped to her chest and she shook her head. “I can’t do this, Dean,” she said.

He walked over and stared down at her. “Can’t do what?”

“I can’t go with you if you’re going to bring up the past all the time. I’ve moved on, and I don’t want to look back at what we once had.”

He nodded and looked at the floor. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I thought I’d never see you again, and then all of a sudden you’re here and there’s a guy pointing a gun at you. In all my years in police work I was never so scared as I was when I woke up on the floor of that ambulance and thought he was going to shoot you.”

“I know. I was scared, too.”

There was a time when he’d been the one she’d turned to when she was frightened or upset. Then his drinking got bad enough that he became the one who was scaring or upsetting her most of the time. No doubt this Rick guy was the one who comforted her now. The thought left a sour taste in Dean’s mouth.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he eased down to sit beside her. “And I’m sorry for dredging up the past. I guess the news that there’s another man in your life was a bit more difficult to take than I thought. But you’re correct. I don’t have any right to remind you of what used to be. I promised you that I wouldn’t do that if you went out to the ranch with me, and I won’t.” He stood and stretched out his hand as if to help her up, but then thought better of it and curled his fist at his side. “I’ll wait for you outside. Come when you’re ready.”

Without another word he headed toward the door. Once out in the sunshine, he blinked and pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. His mind whirled with a hundred different reasons why he shouldn’t take Gwen to his ranch. He wasn’t over her—probably never would be—and it would be incredibly painful to see her regularly and know that he wasn’t welcome around her anymore. She might say she’d moved on, but she still resented him for how he’d ruined their lives, and he couldn’t blame her.

However, there was one overriding reason she should go. Someone had tried twice to kill her, and she’d be safer with Dean than she would be left alone in that motel room.

He turned at the sound of her walking from the room and closing the door behind her. She headed toward her rental car, which one of Ben’s deputies had delivered to the hospital. Dean had just stepped over to open the door for her when he heard a man’s voice ring out.

“Gwen! Wait!”

They both turned to see a man jogging across the parking lot toward them. The T-shirt and running shorts he wore were wet with perspiration. His sun visor looked drenched, and sweat poured down his face. He grinned as he stopped in front of Gwen, gulped for breath and leaned over with his hands on his knees.

She smiled in welcome. “Mark, how far did you run today?” she asked.

He took a few more breaths before he answered. “I did five miles. I thought you were coming with me this afternoon. I checked before I left, but you weren’t in.”

Dean’s heart did a nosedive into his stomach at the way the man’s eyes raked her face, but Gwen only tilted her head to one side, smiled and stared up at him. “I’m sorry. I got involved in scouting locations and was detained.”

His forehead wrinkled. “Nothing serious, I hope.”

She shook her head. “No.” Dean stepped up behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Dean,” she said, “this is Mark Dyson. He’s in the Smokies for a few days.” She turned back to Mark. “And this is Dean Harwell, an old friend I ran into today. He owns a dude ranch outside of town, and he’s invited me to stay with him for the rest of my visit.”

Mark wiped his sweaty hand on his shorts before he stuck it out. “Nice to meet you, Dean.”

Dean studied him for a moment before he nodded and shook his hand. “You, too, Mark. So you’re a visitor to our mountains, like Gwen?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could call me that. I live in Knoxville and come here every chance I can. I spend a lot of time hiking the trails around here. I thought Gwen was going to go with me up to Clingman’s Dome this afternoon. But when I couldn’t find her, I went on a run by myself.”

Dean narrowed his eyes a bit and let his gaze travel over Mark, taking in all the details he’d been trained as a police officer to notice. Mark’s well-toned body told Dean that this guy must spend a lot of time in the gym. His hands with the manicured fingernails said he didn’t do any kind of manual labor, but that wasn’t what caught Dean’s attention. The indentation on the ring finger of his left hand did. Dean knew what that was from his own experience: Mark was used to wearing a ring. Could it be a wedding ring?

“So, Mark,” he said. “You live in Knoxville. Have you lived there long?”

“I got a job offer there when I graduated from college, and I took it. I really like the city and plan on staying.”

“College, huh? Where did you graduate?”

Mark fidgeted from one foot to the other and glanced at Gwen before responding. “Harvard Law.”

Dean’s eyebrows arched. “Wow! That sounds impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who graduated from there.”

Mark wiped at the sweat that trickled down the side of his face. “It’s a great school.”

“What kind of law do you practice?”

A slight frown puckered the man’s forehead. “Mostly corporate stuff. Too boring to talk about.” With a smile, he turned back to Gwen. “So you’re checking out of the motel?”

“Yes, but I’m not going home. I’ll still be here for a few days.”

“Good. Then maybe we can do that climb to Clingman’s Dome another day.”

“Maybe. It depends on how much work I get done.”

He cast a quick glance at Dean, who had inched closer to Gwen. “So, I guess if you’re leaving right now, this means we aren’t going to have dinner together tonight.”

She smiled. “Not tonight. I’m too tired, but you have my cell-phone number. Call me, and we’ll see about another night this week.”

“I will. I’d like to hear more about that TV special you’re working on.” He looked back at Dean. “Nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you again while I’m here.”

Dean nodded. “Maybe.”

Mark dropped his gaze to his watch and then back at Gwen. “I need to get going, but I’ll see you later.”

“I’ll talk to you soon,” Gwen called as he walked away.

When Mark was out of hearing, she spun to face Dean and glared at him. “What was that all about?” she demanded.

“What do you mean?”

“You questioned Mark like he was the suspect in a murder case. It was embarrassing.”

“You’re overreacting. I just wanted to get a better handle on who he is. He seemed mighty friendly. Have you known him long?”

“No, I met him in the motel lobby the day after I checked in. Then I ran into him at a restaurant the next night. Since we were both alone, we ended up having dinner together, and he asked me if I’d like to go to Clingman’s Dome. You know as much about him as I do, but he seems like a nice man.”

His shoulders sagged, and he exhaled a long breath. “I’m not criticizing you. I just want you to be safe. Have you forgotten that you were almost killed today? You need to know someone before you get friendly enough to go for a run or have dinner with him.”

She propped her hands on her hips. “And how should I go about getting to know someone better? It seems like having dinner in a public restaurant would be the ideal place to talk and get acquainted.”

“Gwen, I was only trying—”

She took a step nearer. “I know what you were trying to do. I’ve seen you in cop mode before, and you need to stop. I’ll remind you once again that we’re no longer married, and if this is what it’s going to be like with me at your ranch, I can’t go.”

“You misunderstood me, Gwen. I know we’re not married, and I know I’m not a cop anymore. But neither one of those things keeps me from wanting you safe. Please be patient until Ben has a chance to catch whoever this is that tried to kill you today.”

She was silent for a moment, and then the anger in her eyes faded. “Okay, but you know this isn’t going to be easy. We may try to tell ourselves that we won’t dwell on the past, but we can’t just forget that we were once married and very much in love.”

“I know.”

She reached out and grasped his arm. “But we need to put our marriage in perspective. We’ve been divorced for five years now, and I’ve built a new life. I don’t want my old one to intrude on what I have now.”

His heart pricked at her words. He glanced down at her hand and then back to her. “I’ve always known you’d marry again, but it kind of threw me off guard when I heard you talking to your mother about another guy.”

Gwen sucked in her breath and released her hold on him. A look of something close to fear flashed in her eyes, and he frowned. “What else did you hear?” she asked.

“That’s all. Was there more? Maybe about how much you love him?”

She breathed what sounded like a sigh of relief and shook her head. “No, I didn’t say that.”

He struggled to keep from smiling at the satisfaction her words produced in him. He didn’t want to think about her married to another man, but he had to finally come to grips with the fact that there really was no going back. She had someone waiting for her in New York, and his life was here now with his grandfather. He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. “I want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’m sorry I didn’t make you happy when we were married.”

She blinked to keep tears from flooding her eyes. “Dean, please don’t.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and stared at caller ID before he spoke. “Ben, what’s up?”

Gwen inched closer. “Is that the sheriff?”

He nodded and frowned as he turned his attention to what his friend was saying. He heard the words, but his mind couldn’t accept them. He sagged against the side of her car and covered his eyes with his hand. “No,” he muttered over and over.

“Dean, what is it?” she whispered.

He didn’t look up at her but continued shaking his head. “I’ll be right there,” he finally said, then lowered the phone from his ear and slipped it back in his pocket.

After a moment he straightened and lifted his gaze to her. “Gwen,” he whispered. He tried to say more, but his voice refused to cooperate.

Gwen stared at him wide-eyed. “Dean, tell me what’s happened.”

A shudder shook his body, and he closed his eyes for a moment. “They found the body you saw being dumped in the river.”

“And you know the person?”

He nodded. “Yes. It was my grandfather.”

* * *

Gwen wished Dean had let her go with him into the exam room to identify his grandfather’s body, but he had insisted he didn’t want her to have to experience that. She’d sat for the past few minutes on a bench in the hallway outside the room and waited. She still couldn’t believe that James Harwell was dead.

The memory of the first time Dean had brought her to the mountains to meet his grandfather made her smile in spite of her heavy heart. They’d hit it off right away, and Dean had been happy knowing that the man he loved so much approved of the woman he wanted to marry.

For the past five years she’d often thought of Gramps, as she’d called him, and had wanted to get in touch with him. But she couldn’t. She didn’t want Dean to know where she was or the secret she had hidden from him. Now it was too late for his grandfather to know that he’d left behind a great-granddaughter.

Through the years she’d told herself that by hiding her child from Dean she was protecting Maggie from the horror of having an alcoholic father. In the last days of their marriage, it had been agony for her trying to cope with his constant drinking, his drunken hallucinations and the uncaring attitude about everything in his life. The final decision to leave had come when she’d awakened one night to find him thrashing about in bed from one of his nightmares. When she touched him, he’d attacked her and nearly choked the life from her before she managed to escape.

He’d been repentant the next morning and vowed it would never happen again, but she knew it was a promise he wouldn’t be able to keep. In her heart she realized that she couldn’t subject the baby she’d just found out she was carrying to a life like that, and she’d left that day. Knowing she had kept Maggie safe had helped to push away the guilt she felt for never telling Dean about his daughter.

Now that she’d seen him again, Gwen couldn’t help but wonder if she’d made the right decision by keeping Maggie from Dean and his grandfather. Dean seemed so different, so much closer to the man she’d first fallen in love with, rather than the man who’d frightened her into running away. He’d been sober for four years—four years that Maggie could have had a loving daddy. Gwen shook the thought from her head. What was done couldn’t be changed, and there was no need to dwell on it.

The door to the exam room opened, and Dean stepped into the hall. He stopped and stared at her for a moment before he took a hesitant step. She rose as he came toward her. “Are you all right?” she asked.