Love Inspired Suspense June 2015 - Box Set 2 of 2: Exit Strategy\Payback\Covert Justice (17 page)

EPILOGUE

E
ssex had very loud children.

That was something Lark had known before she'd agreed to babysit. What she hadn't known was just how much of a mess four young children could make.

She eyed the toys strewn across the living room floor, the pillows tossed from the couch. It would have been a good idea to have the kids help clean up before she tucked them into bed.

Too little too late.

Five hours of high-level exuberant play had tired everyone out. By the time she'd finished reading the last bedtime story, every one of the kids was asleep.

Essex would be pleased.

It was his anniversary, and he wanted Janet to have a nice relaxing evening. Dinner. A movie. Maybe a walk near the inner harbor. He'd sketched the plan out for Lark, asked her opinion on the restaurant, the flowers he should buy, the gift—a pretty necklace with a diamond encrusted heart pendant.

He was going all out, and Lark wasn't going to ruin it by having the couple come home to a house that looked like a tornado had struck.

She glanced at her cell phone as she grabbed toys and tossed them into a bin that stood against the wall.

No message from Cyrus.

She hadn't really been expecting one, but she'd been hoping.

He'd left town a week ago, heading to Mexico to find a child who'd been kidnapped by a non-custodial parent. It was his fourth mission in the seven months since they'd been dating. She was getting used to the routine—taking him to the airport, kissing him goodbye, telling him to be careful and then watching him walk through the security gate at the airport.

It never got easier, but she wouldn't complain. Cyrus was doing what God had called him to do. She'd never stand in the way of that.

But she sure missed him when he was gone.

More each time he left.

Because every day that she was with him, every moment that they spent together, she found something more to like about him.

She grabbed a pillow, tossed it onto the couch.

She missed Joshua, too. That wouldn't ever stop, but she'd learned to move on. Knowing that Elijah was gone, that he was no longer a threat, made that easier. The DEA had found storage units in towns all over the United States. Each stacked with illegal firearms and weapons. The Bible had been the key to locating the caches, and Eric had been key to understanding Elijah's mindset. With his leader gone, he'd crumbled, admitting that he'd killed Ethan to make sure nothing got in the way of Elijah's plan.

He hadn't admitted to killing Joshua.

Lark wasn't sure she believed his denial.

At this point, it didn't matter. Eric was in prison, probably for the rest of his life. Amos Way was closed down, some of the people living peacefully in River Fork.

Keys rattled outside the front door, and she snagged the last pillow, tossing it onto the couch as the door opened.

Essex and his wife stepped in, both of them smiling.

“How did it go?” Janet asked. “Did they drive you nuts?”

“They were great,” she answered honestly. “How about Essex? Did he drive you nuts?”

Janet laughed, and Essex scowled, the humor in his eyes obvious.

“Now is that any way to speak to a man who brought you a surprise?” he asked.

“A surprise?”

“A big one,” he replied. “Picked it up at the airport on my way here.”

“Airport?”

“And I'll tell you what,” he continued without answering her question. “It was driving me nuts with all its worrying about you and bugging me about you and telling me to—”

“Shut up?” Cyrus asked, stepping into the house, his hair ruffled, his eyes deeply shadowed.

She didn't hesitate, didn't wait, didn't do anything but throw herself into his arms.

“You're home!” she cried, cupping his face, looking into his eyes.

“Almost,” he responded. “I was hoping you could give me a ride back to my place.”

“I'd give you a ride to the end of the earth if you asked me to,” she replied, and he laughed.

“Good to know, but I think I'm a little too tired for that long of a trip.”

“You should have called me when you got in, the kids and I could have picked you up.”

“I could have, but Essex and I had a plan, and I always stick to my plans.”

“Plan for what?” she asked, confused but not really caring. He was there. That was all that mattered.

“This,” he replied, pulling a small box from his pocket.

“What—?”

“Be quiet and listen to the man,” Essex said.

“Yes,” Cyrus said with a laugh. “Listen to the man, because I want this done right, and I'm a little tired. I may not remember the speech Essex helped me write.”

“Essex helped you write speech?” she asked, her heart racing.

“I didn't want to forget anything important. Like telling you how much you mean to me, how deeply I love you.”

“How glad you are that I brought the two of you together,” Essex added and Janet shushed him.

“That, too,” Cyrus responded as he stared straight into Lark's eyes.

She couldn't look away, didn't want to.

Not even when he opened the box, revealing a beautiful sapphire ring.

“I thought about getting you a diamond, but that seemed too ordinary for someone as special as you. You are everything I didn't know I was looking for, Lark, everything I didn't dare dream I could have. When I leave town, I want to know I'm coming home to you. When I come home, I want to spend every minute by your side. Will you marry me?”

She nodded, because she couldn't speak past the lump in her throat, couldn't see past the tears in her eyes.

All the hardship and heartbreak and difficulties had led her to this place and this man and this life. She was so very grateful for that.

He put the ring on her finger, pulled her into his arms, kissing her with tenderness until Essex cleared his throat and Janet said she'd made a cake for the occasion.

Cyrus backed away but didn't release her.

“Does cake sound good?” he asked, and she smiled through her tears.

“Anything sounds good if you're part of it.”

“Good, great,” Essex interrupted. “Enough of the mushy stuff. Janet makes a mean chocolate cake, and I've been waiting all day to dig into it.”

Lark laughed at that, grabbing Cyrus's hand and tugging him toward the kitchen, her heart filled with joy for what they would build together.

* * * * *

Keep reading for an excerpt from BACKFIRE by Elizabeth Goddard

Dear Reader,

God is always with us. Sometimes, when we are hardest hit and in the deep pit of terrible circumstances, it is easy to forget that.

Lark Porter has never had it easy. She's climbed her way out of a terrible childhood, met a wonderful man, fallen in love. Her marriage should have been idyllic, but when her husband dies under suspicious circumstances, all that she's put her faith and trust in seems to crumble. Cyrus Mitchell doesn't want a committed relationship, but when an old army buddy asks him to make sure Lark is safe, he finds himself losing his heart to a woman whose faith and determination challenge him to look for God in the smallest of things and in the worst of circumstances.

I hope you enjoy Lark and Cyrus's adventures in this third installment of the Mission: Rescue series.

Blessings!

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ONE

Mountain Cove, Alaska

T
racy Murray knew she had little time. A storm brewed in the distance.

But Solomon's urgent bark pulled her up the rising trail, indicating that there was someone in danger.

She sucked more air into her lungs that were already screaming from her workout.

Any other season on this trail—spring, winter, fall—she'd have to be concerned about the avalanche danger. But not during the summer, and because the season was so brief in Alaska, Tracy had every intention of enjoying the outdoors. Out for a run with her search-and-rescue golden retriever, summer abounded around her in the form of wildflowers and sundry small wildlife scurrying in and out of the flora.

Tracy had been heading for Keller Falls, four miles up the trail, until Solomon had taken off. She'd let him run free and hoped to practice a few commands. Up until a moment ago he'd run beside Tracy, surprisingly ignoring his natural instinct to chase forest animals, but then he'd taken off. With his continued excited and urgent barks, she knew that he had caught a human scent and was sending his vocal cue to alert Tracy that something was wrong.

Dread replaced the serenity she'd found on the trail.

Solomon was an air-scent search dog, wilderness search-and-rescue certified, and Tracy was still training him for both cadaver and avalanche certification. They'd already participated in several searches in the region as part of the North Face Mountain Rescue team. But Tracy hadn't taken her dog out looking for trouble today. No. She'd been looking for peace.

Instead her much-loved pet had likely found something. Or rather, someone.

Avoiding the steep and hazardous drop on the right side of the trail, Tracy kept running toward Solomon's sound-off. It surprised Tracy how far Solomon had gone on his own in the wilderness, but he'd obviously picked up a human scent that he intended to follow.

Though certified, Solomon was often eager to conduct a search even when he wasn't tasked with one, which frequently ended in false alarms—finding someone who wasn't lost. But if this was something more this time, at least she wasn't alone if she needed to call for help. She wasn't the only one who enjoyed an early morning run on this trail. Another runner had taken off on the trail ahead of her, and she'd run into David Warren heading the opposite direction on the trail, too.

He'd nodded and she'd nodded and they'd both given each other wide berth. Kind of funny now that she considered it. Living in Mountain Cove for two years, Tracy had worked with the firefighter on several search-and-rescue missions, but he seemed aloof. A few years older than Tracy in his late thirties, the man still attracted plenty of female attention with his rugged appearance and strong, lean body. His smile was the kind that turned heads and could make a woman weak in the knees.

Despite all that, he wasn't married, didn't have a girlfriend, and Tracy knew why—he was too cold on the inside. Even if he wasn't, she'd have kept her distance because of his profession. Tracy wanted to avoid any reminders of the night that had changed her life forever. Any reminders of what had sent her into hiding.

Make that who.

And that was one reason she'd chosen to live in Mountain Cove. Surrounded by temperate rain forest in Southeast Alaska, the chances of seeing a wildfire were next to zero.

She shook off the unwelcome thoughts and focused in on Solomon's alerts. His barks came from the area to her right, which was nothing but a steep ridge. Her heart sank. She'd purposefully avoided that ledge. How had Solomon found his way down? Or had he fallen?

God, please, no.

“Solomon!” Tracy crept to the edge and peered out over the rocky, jagged escarpment, part of the gorge that originated at Keller Falls. Where was he?

The drop was steep, terraced with granite or bedrock in places, and it was on one of those natural terraces that Solomon stood barking. Fear gripped Tracy. How could she bring Solomon back up?

“Solomon! Come,” she called.

The position of his ears and tail signaled that he'd found someone who was injured or scared. Solomon peered up, his brown eyes somber, and when he saw her, he lay on the small space—a signal to mark the spot. But where was the injured person?

Then, just beyond a bush growing from the ridge, she spotted a body. Tracy's pulse thundered in her ears. The breath rushed from her—it was the man who'd run ahead of her. But Solomon hadn't signaled that he was dead.

And then the man lifted a hand and called out to her. He wasn't dead after all, but he'd taken a fall. How had he survived?

Tracy could barely hear his cry for help.

“I'm calling for assistance,” she yelled down to him. “Just hang in there!”

A chill slid down her spine. The sense that someone watched crawled over her. Phone in hand, she called for help for the fallen jogger while she scanned the woods behind and around her.

A man stepped out of nowhere and Tracy gasped—then let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was David.

But the sense of unease didn't disappear.

And she still had a feeling she was being watched.

* * *

Breathing hard, David bent over his thighs before gasping out, “I heard the dog, wanted to see if there was a problem.” David wiped the sweat from his eyes, sucked in a few breaths to slow his breathing after he'd sprinted up the trail then cut through the woods.

Phone to her ear, Tracy stared at him with those big silvery-blue eyes of hers, the terror slowly fading away to shock and concern. What was going on?

Scrunching her freckled nose, she glared at her phone. “Lost the signal. Oh, I don't have time for this.”

“What's wrong?”

A deep frown crossed her features as she shoved the thick red hair from her face. “I'm so glad you're here. A runner fell. He's down there.” Urgency in her voice, Tracy paced as she pointed to the steep, rocky drop. “He needs our help.”

David peered over the edge and spotted Solomon—how had the dog made it down there?—and just beyond he saw the hiker. The man was still alive? Apprehension lodged in David's gut. How long had he been there?

Pulling his own phone out, he looked for the bars. “Got 'em. Use my phone to call for help. I'll climb down to him.” David was assistant chief of the Mountain Cove Fire Department and a paramedic. He spent most of his time as a firefighter answering EMS calls rather than fires, and he had too many SAR certifications to count. He was well qualified—he just wished he was better inventoried. Out on his morning run, he had no medical equipment or emergency supplies. All he could do was assess the man's injuries and reassure him while they waited for help to arrive.

Reaching over, Tracy pressed her hand against his arm, uncertainty in her eyes. “Be careful. You don't even have your climbing gear.”

He'd gone on enough free-soloing climbs—free climbing with no ropes—to know this ridge wouldn't be a problem for him. “Don't worry. When you reach someone, tell them we'll need a helicopter to hoist this man out. That fall had to have severely banged him up.” If he wasn't mortally wounded.

David suspected the latter but wouldn't voice his concerns because Tracy was already on edge. She'd seemed unusually distressed. In their previous interactions, the experienced search-and-rescue volunteer was always in control of her emotions. Was there more to this than she'd admitted?

Before he climbed down to the injured jogger, he needed to know. “Did you see what happened?”

She shook her head. “Like you, I followed Solomon's bark. He took off ahead of me.”

David eyed the dangerous ledge, deciding on the safest and quickest path to the man. He started down, with one last glance up to Tracy, and noticed her looking behind her as though she expected someone to jump out of the woods.

Gripping the rocks, he paused and called up. “Tracy.”

His short, snappy tone got her attention.

She peered down at him. “What?”

“Did you reach anyone?”

“I'm on hold.”

“Figures. Are you going to be okay?” He should be more concerned about the fallen runner, but he couldn't shake the sense that something had scared Tracy. Or was he just being an idiot?

“Of course. Why wouldn't I be?”

He shrugged and continued down.

Tracy had caught his attention the first time he'd met her a couple of years ago. She'd just moved to Mountain Cove, she'd explained after he'd run into her coming out of his brother Adam's bicycle shop. Collided, more like, and he'd had to assist her off the ground—her and the new bike she'd purchased. He should have offered to buy her coffee or something. Any normal red-blooded male would have. With her thick, red mane and deep, striking eyes, he hadn't stopped thinking about her for weeks after running into her.

Maybe he was just lonely. Starved for female companionship. But he didn't think that was it. There was just something about Tracy. But getting involved wasn't for him anymore. Yeah, he saw how happy two of his siblings—Heidi and Cade—were now that they had each finally gotten married. Cade and his wife, Leah, had had their first child two months ago, naming him after their late father, Scott Daniel Warren. And Heidi had married Isaiah, a family friend, SAR volunteer and a coworker at the avalanche center that their father had founded. David's siblings had done well for themselves.

He'd known that kind of happiness once. But he'd lost it; let it slip through his fingers. He didn't deserve it again. His wife had died in a fire when he, a decorated firefighting hero, had failed to save her. How could he have let that happen?

He didn't deserve happiness. Not after that. And after Tracy had snagged his thoughts with one run-in, he knew to keep his distance from her on their search-and-rescue missions and training events. And even when he saw her in town.

He reached Solomon and petted the dog, giving him plenty of reassuring verbal rewards.

“I'm on my way down,” he called to the injured man. “Hold on.”

The trim man looked to be about average height, healthy except for the way he lay twisted at an angle a few feet below the narrow ledge where David and Solomon now stood. He likely had a few if not many broken bones and possibly had internal injuries, as well. David was astounded he had survived, and if the rescue helicopter didn't arrive soon, he might not make it.

Carefully gripping the rocks, David inched his way down.

Finally he reached the narrow terrace and looked down into dark gray eyes filled with pain and fear. “My name's David. I'm a firefighter and paramedic. Lie perfectly still. Help is on the way.”

Kneeling beside him, David assessed the fallen man's wounds the best he could, but with a possible spinal injury, David avoided moving any part of his body. Blood oozed from a gash in the man's head, coagulating in his light brown hair. David removed his own jacket and then his T-shirt, using it to apply pressure to stanch the flow. He could do at least that much. He cringed to think of what was going on inside the injured man's body.

“It's pretty bad, isn't it?”

“You're going to make it.”

God, let my words be true. Save this man, help him.

The man closed his eyes.

“What's your name?” David had to keep him awake, keep him talking, if he could.

“Jay Woodall.”

Maybe David couldn't offer much physical assistance, but emotional and mental encouragement was just as important.

Clouds brewed in the distance, forecasted to bring a torrent, and David could already smell the rain. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled, warning of the storm's imminent approach and leaving David unsettled. They didn't usually get thunderstorms. He sure hoped that helicopter got here soon. He didn't want to see Jay suffer any more by getting soaked and chilled on top of his injuries.

“Why?” Jay's croak resounded with the shock of his trauma.

Recognizing the man's emotional distress over his predicament, David frowned. Was he asking why God would allow him to fall? David had enough of those questions himself. Questions he'd never resolved since he'd lost Natalie. He feared it might take a lifetime to find the answers, or worse, that he never would. He fought to keep from railing at God on some days. But he shoved his inner turmoil aside to focus on the here and now and the man who needed his help.

David might not be able to answer those kinds of questions, but maybe he could help in other ways if he knew more. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Someone...pushed me over. Tried to kill me.”

The news stunned David. Did Jay know the person who'd done this?

David glanced up the rock-faced cliff and spotted Solomon watching. From here, David couldn't see Tracy. He wished Solomon would find his way back up to her.

Was Jay's attacker still up there? If so, Tracy was up there alone with a dangerous man—a man who'd attempted murder.

Copyright © 2015 by Elizabeth Goddard