Midnight Exposure (22 page)

Jayne squeezed her eyes shut and tried to recall as many details as possible. The attacks blended in a violent collage of images and sensation that brought her sweat glands to life despite the freezing room. “I don’t know.” Her voice was as weak as her description.

Doug’s huff conveyed his opinion of her statement. “Can you give me a physical description?”

“Not really. He was wearing a ski mask. He has blue eyes, and he was at least as tall as me.”

“Well, that really narrows it down.” The cop didn’t roll his eyes, but Jayne could tell he wanted to. “An average-to-tall man with blue eyes.”

Not much to go on, she admitted, but it wasn’t her fault the kidnapper had worn a ski mask. But the cop was right. Her captor
could be anybody. He could be walking down Main Street right now.

Or standing right in front of her.

The cop jotted something down in a small notebook. “What about the house? With zero description of your attacker, I have a better chance of finding the farmhouse. If Reed gives me the exact location he picked you up, I’ll map possible places as soon as I get a chance.”

“I took a statement from Jayne as soon as she woke up Friday evening. My notes are in the Yukon. Her story is exactly the same,” Reed offered. “And she remembered more details when the incident was fresh.”

Doc shushed him and concentrated on the stethoscope pressed to Reed’s back.

Doug held up a hand, crossing-guard-style, toward Reed. “Excuse me, but you’re not a cop.”

“You know damned well that I was.”

“
Was
is the key word there. You’ll have to leave this to a real professional. I don’t like civilian interference.” The cop gave Reed his back and faced Jayne. “Pardon me, Miss Sullivan, but this all seems a bit far-fetched, don’t you think? Especially since you reported an attempted abduction in Philadelphia four years ago. I don’t know a single person who’s been kidnapped, yet you’ve reported three attempts, all in broad daylight with no witnesses.”

“What the fuck are you saying, Doug?” Reed yelled, and then burst into a coughing fit. Behind him, the doctor yanked out his earbuds and shook his head in disgust. He moved around the table to inspect a row of cuts on Reed’s arm.

“You have to admit that Miss Sullivan either has the worst luck in the entire universe or she does something to incite violence. What kind of photographer are you, anyway?”

Bile rose in Jayne’s throat as she groped for a response. If she said she was paparazzi, he’d definitely blame her job. His investigation would stop before it started. Her eyes shifted to Reed. She should tell him what she really did for a living, but not with the cop around. Instead of answering directly, she ripped the bandages off her wrists. The two-day-old scabs were dark and raw-looking, slightly puckered around the edges. “You think I
asked
for this?”

Doug crossed his juiced-up arms and puffed out his chest.

“For your information, there was a witness to the attack in Philly,” Jayne said. “If he hadn’t been there, I’d be dead.”

The doctor turned his head to frown at Jayne’s wounds. His gaze drifted to the scar on her cheek. His mouth went tight before he turned back to Reed’s arm.

“I’m just saying you might not be as innocent as you seem,” Doug sneered.

Reed’s face purpled. “You—”

“Easy, Reed,” Doc cut in and glared at the cop. “Consider this your only warning, Doug. I will not tolerate you upsetting my patients again.”

Doug lowered his voice. “Did you know Miss Sullivan has a sealed juvenile record? Wonder what that’s all about.”

Over the clear plastic mask, Reed’s gaze darted to Jayne. His bloodshot eyes were filled with anger. He opened his mouth but erupted in a series of hacking coughs.

Doug’s verbal barrage continued. “Ever use drugs, Miss Sullivan? Because drug use would explain a lot.”

“Never.” Jayne glared at Doug. Her pulse pounded through her temples. Her peripheral vision reddened. She didn’t trust her temper enough to say any more.

“Stick around town, Miss Sullivan. I’m going to have more questions for you.”

Reed wheezed, “Unless you arrest her for something, you don’t have the authority to hold—” Coughing interrupted his statement.

“How the hell is she going to identify the house or her attacker if she’s not here? Either you want me to investigate or you don’t. Make up your mind.” The cop glared at Reed. “I didn’t ask for this job, Kimball. If anything it’s
her
fault. None of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t come to town.” Despite all his protests, Doug’s cold blue eyes were glittering. He might not have asked for his new authority, but he was enjoying every minute.

Doc tore off his latex gloves with a loud snap. “All right. That’s enough, all of you. Reed, shut up and breathe. Miss Sullivan, it’s your turn. Doug, get out.” He jerked a thumb toward the exit.

But the cop was right about one thing. The whole situation was all her fault. If Jayne hadn’t come to Huntsville to spy on R. S. Morgan, the police chief would still be alive. Reed wouldn’t be suffering from smoke inhalation and burns. She wouldn’t have been kidnapped. Jayne pressed a hand to her stomach. Nausea churned.

The cop shot Reed a pointed glare. “If you’re interested, there’ll be a press conference later today. News crews are on the way. Be here in a couple hours. And they just might be interested in a certain piece of information about Jefferson Kimball. Miss Sullivan isn’t the only one who isn’t as innocent as she pretends to be.” Doug stormed out. The door slammed behind him.

Who is Jefferson Kimball?

Jayne caught Reed’s eye. Beneath the grime and soot, Reed’s face drained. He looked away, his Adam’s apple moving with a hard swallow.

Now was obviously not the time to ask him.

The doctor guided Jayne to the exam table. “Reed, you should talk to Nathan. Maybe he’ll put a leash on Doug.”

“Good idea,” Reed said, his tone tight as his bloodless lips. “But I’m not holding my breath. Nathan has his own agenda.”

Reed had a secret. Something to do with Jefferson Kimball. Would he share it with her? She studied his face as his expressionless mask slid back into place.

Guess not.

The one man who’d managed to gain her confidence was pulling away. The trust and connection that had been in his eyes minutes before the interview had vanished.

Doug’s statement must have hit home. Reed had nearly lost his life because of her. My God, she’d nearly orphaned Scott. This morning’s incidents had proved her assailant wasn’t going to let her go. Just being near her put Reed and his son in jeopardy. If Reed was smart, he’d keep his distance from her.

And he was a very intelligent man.

The doctor selected a pair of scissors and began enlarging one of the rips in Jayne’s jeans. Antiseptic followed with a sharp sting that brought tears to Jayne’s eyes. She told herself it was the antiseptic fumes, not Reed’s justified withdrawal, that caused her next breath to rattle in her chest.

The doctor bandaged her skinned knees and turned his attention to her wrists. “I’m sorry, Miss Sullivan, but these look like they’re going to leave scars.”

“I know.” Hardly mattered at this point. She’d finally warmed up to a man and look how that had turned out. She’d nearly gotten him killed.

How much does Doug know?

Reed stared through the plate glass window. Outside the closed diner, firemen milled. Across the chrome-edged table, Nathan sat back in the tattered booth. “I’m sorry about Doug. He’s just upset about Hugh. We all are.”

Reed bit back his response
.
The only thing that was upsetting Doug was the fact that he hadn’t officially been made chief yet.

Does Nathan know?
Chances were the cop had run panting to the mayor the second he’d uncovered Reed’s past. Reed studied the mayor. Nathan was a hard person to read. He always looked earnest. He probably practiced expressions in the mirror.

The mayor turned his attention to Jayne, who was sitting on Reed’s right. “Miss Sullivan, can I get you something to eat or drink? It’s lunchtime. I sent the cook home, but I can still heat something up for you. Soup maybe? You look cold.” Nathan took Jayne’s hand between his palms and held it a few seconds too long.

Reed doused the unexpected spark of anger. He had no claim on Jayne. As soon as they were finished with Nathan, Reed would take her to collect her stuff and her Jeep. Then he had to figure out how to get her home safe. She couldn’t drive all the way to Philadelphia by herself. But if Hugh had made other
arrangements, he hadn’t shared them with his staff or Reed. Hugh’s death had left Jayne’s fate hanging.

But Doug’s threat underscored the reason Reed had avoided relationships all this time.

Because it was the right thing to do.

Jayne had to be long gone before the press arrived and his past turned into a ratings boost for the local media. Wouldn’t take them long to discover his identity. Camp outside his house, cameras and mics in hand, ready to attack. The pit of Reed’s stomach went sour as he pictured TV vans parked at the curb beside Scott’s school, waiting to snap a picture of the child of tragedy.

Again.

“No, thank you.” Jayne extracted her hand and shifted a hair closer to Reed. Their shoulders touched. He wanted to put his arm around her but didn’t. The fire, Hugh’s death, Doug’s callous questioning, and yet another attempt on her life added up to a hell of a day.

Reed still hadn’t fully processed the day’s events. Freaking out over Doug’s announcement had been stupid with a capital
S
, though. Of course the press was coming. A kidnap victim had escaped her abductor and the municipal building had burned to the ground. The police chief had been killed. That was a lot of news for a small town. Doug’s statement shouldn’t have been a surprise. The cop’s use of Reed’s real name had, however, been a real shocker.

Reed was still choking on it.

After he removed Jayne to safety, he and Scott could lie low. They could drive down to Bangor and hole up in a hotel for a couple of days while Reed kept an eye on the news.

But running felt cowardly. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He didn’t feel he could trust Doug to adequately investigate
Hugh’s death or Jayne’s abduction. Without a proper investigation, a psycho would continue to roam Huntsville or go after Jayne in Philadelphia.

“I’m so sorry about everything that’s happened to you.” Nathan’s voice interrupted Reed’s mental debate. The mayor was staring into Jayne’s eyes. Sincerity slid from the mayor like grease from a plate of bacon. How could he resist, though? Those eyes of hers could pull a man under, which was why Reed was avoiding all contact with them.

Irritation burned more than Reed’s throat. He needed information from Nathan. The sooner he got it, the sooner he could make a plan. “Doug said something about a press conference.”

Nathan nodded. “Five o’clock. In front of the municipal building.”

“Do you really think letting Doug talk to the press is a good idea?”

“I’ll handle the press conference. Doug will read a very short statement and answer any questions with ‘I can’t comment on an ongoing investigation.’ A state investigator is taking over the case anyway. Doug isn’t qualified to run this show.” Something flickered in the cool blue of Nathan’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Reed. Doug won’t be giving away any information.”

He knew something about Reed’s past. But how much?

Reed coughed as fresh tension gripped his throat. Nathan wasn’t the kind of man to trust with secrets.

Nathan rose from the opposite side of the table and walked back into the kitchen. When he returned, he held a tall glass of ice water in each hand.

“Thank you.” Jayne sipped her drink. Reed followed her gaze to the windows as she swallowed. No news vans yet. Outside the glass, firemen worked as the town rallied. People would stick
together here. Natives were shy of tourists and newcomers, but once you were in, you were golden. If only Reed could be sure the town wouldn’t turn on him like the city of Atlanta. The backing of the community would help him make a stand.

He shouldn’t have hidden his identity all these years. The townspeople were sure to resent being lied to. Hugh had known all the details, and he’d supported Reed. But Hugh was dead. There was no one to stand behind Reed now.

Help wasn’t going to come from Doug; that was for sure.

“I’m going to clean out one of the back storage rooms for a temporary office for Doug.” Nathan was a control freak, so the idea of having Doug right here under his thumb would appeal to him.

The cool water soothed Reed’s throat. His coughing subsided but his gut still burned. “Any idea what started the fire?”

Nathan glanced at Jayne. “The fire chief thinks it may have been the space heater in Hugh’s office. He must’ve left the heater on by mistake. We had a power surge when the electricity came back on during the night. It’s speculation at this point, though. Nothing’s been substantiated except that Hugh’s office seems to be the point of origin. We’ll have to wait for a full report from the state arson investigators.” Nathan sighed and gave his head a sad shake. “I don’t know how many times I told Hugh that thing was a fire hazard.”

Reed didn’t comment. If Nathan had made sure Hugh’s office was adequately heated, there’d have been no need for Hugh to use a space heater at all. There was no point in saying it. Nathan’s conscience was coated in Teflon. Nothing ever stuck.

Could the fire have been an accident? Cops weren’t big believers in coincidence.

“One thing’s been buggin’ me, Nathan.” Ashen dryness rose in Reed’s throat and he took a swallow of water. “Hugh didn’t have his key in his hand when he was standing in front of the door. Why wouldn’t the office have been locked if Evan wasn’t in yet?”

Nathan’s eyes dropped to the table. He lowered his voice, although the diner was empty. “Who knows? I didn’t want to say anything before, but I think Hugh was starting to get forgetful.”

“Really?”

Nathan nodded emphatically. “Just little things, but he was getting up there. He’d been talking about retiring for the past year or so, but something was holding him back. Maybe he was afraid he’d be bored.”