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  Her throat clogged with tears. He was a wise man, and Jessie missed him already.

  She didn’t like leaving her friend at the office, but Lena would be safe there. If Frank hadn’t said he had his card game tonight, she’d have asked him to come back and watch these two.

  Time was of the essence, so she couldn’t ask around for someone else to keep an eye on them. Jessie would take a few minutes, however, to look for Dax before she went to the mine. Clinton always preached to take backup whenever possible.

  She drove past Doc’s place, hoping his van and Dax would be there, but they weren’t. Not only did Jessie want him with her because of the added protection, she could use his extensive police experience.

  Be honest. Dax was smart and she enjoyed being around him. She liked when they flirted and even enjoyed arguing about the best way to investigate.

  Bottom line, he wasn’t around, and unless he was still at the farm digging up Clinton, she’d have to go solo. Jessie would have to accept that she would be on her own once Dax was gone anyway. At least for the next few weeks, she was sheriff, and relying on Dax wouldn’t do her career any good.

  Once in the car, she radioed Amanda’s cruiser to see where she was, but her deputy didn’t respond. Jessie had little choice but to go it alone. A few minutes later, she turned down Orchard Avenue, refusing to count the number of times she’d been on this road in the last week.

  When she spotted the turn off to Cyril Harper’s farm, she headed on up there, hoping to find Dax. She entered the property, and the car jostled and bounced on the uneven terrain, almost worse than the first time. If the son didn’t want the place, he should put it up for sale since the land was prime real estate. If he sold the property, maybe the new owner would pave the entrance.

  When she reached the barn, it was apparent everyone had left. Only Roberta’s car remained. Maybe it was better that her grandmother wouldn’t learn about Clinton’s death until tomorrow.

  Frustration filled her, yet if she hadn’t checked and Dax had been there, she’d have been angry with herself for not covering all her bases.

  As Jessie made a U-turn to head back to the mine, a gust of wind threw open the barn door, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Amanda’s cruiser.

  The only reason she would have to be up here was to look for evidence of Clinton’s murder or Roberta’s disappearance, though Jessie hadn’t mentioned either event to her. Then again, Amanda could have passed Doc and Dax in town, and they could have told her. Jessie relaxed at that logical conclusion. Amanda was probably being her usual proactive self, trying to solve the crime, though how she’d do that, Jessie couldn’t guess.

  She turned off her engine and got out. “Amanda?” she shouted.

  She was surprised Amanda would step foot on the place since her friend never liked this farm any more than Jessie did. She remembered hearing that when Amanda was twelve, her dad had given her a good spanking when he learned she’d come to old man Harper’s property. As far as Jessie knew, Amanda had never returned.

  Jessie called again, and when she heard nothing, she took a deep breath and walked inside the dark, dank barn. Holding a hand over her nose, she did a quick check in the tack room before looking inside the cruiser for a clue as to where Amanda might have gone. Wanting to be thorough, Jessie popped the trunk and found a pink and gray suitcase. This didn’t look good.

  Jessie’s armpits dampened as a small ache began to grow in her belly. She clicked the case open and found women’s clothes and toiletries, which surprised her since Amanda hadn’t mentioned anything about needing to go somewhere. Jessie didn’t think her friend would consider leaving her seriously ill mother.

  Trying to gather her thoughts, Jessie placed a hand on the hood and found it warm but not overly hot. She estimated Amanda had parked about a half an hour ago, and assuming the aliens hadn’t sucked her off the earth, the only place left for her to be was at the house.

  As she headed out, the fact the cruiser was hidden in the barn still bugged her. Nothing was making sense, and she concluded the smell must have corrupted her brain cells. Then a new, more sinister scenario flitted through her mind. It was possible that Amanda had come here, and someone who didn’t want her snooping around had killed her. Shivers raced down her body at the possibility.

  Clinton would tell her not to jump to conclusions, but two people were already dead and one was missing—no make that two people missing. Jessie whipped around to make sure she wasn’t the next target and hurried the best she could to the house. Inside, she performed another quick search. No matter how often she called Amanda’s name, her deputy didn’t answer, causing dread to pool in her belly.

  Needles of fear stabbed her gut, urging her to get the hell out of there and find help.

  Jessie would have driven straight to town to locate Dax, but someone could be trapped in the mine—someone who needed her help more. What she wouldn’t give for a clone.

  Jessie slid into her cruiser and locked the doors, something she rarely did, but the world was off kilter, and she needed to take extra precautions.

  At the turn off, she zipped through the forested lane until she hit the road to the mine, constantly checking her rear view mirror. The sun was setting, and the air had finally turned chilly, so she rolled up the windows to keep the warmth inside.

  Several times, she’d questioned if she was doing the right thing, but each time, she came to the same conclusion. She’d check the mine to make sure no one was trapped below and then head straight back to the station to find Dax. Together, they’d figure out what happened to Amanda.

  Jessie parked close to the entrance, grabbed the metal cutters from the trunk, and headed to the mine’s door.

  As she raised her arms to cut off the lock, the click of a revolver sounded in her ear.

  “Put down the clippers and raise your hands.”

  Oh shit. No, make that double shit.

  Chapter 22

  “Amanda? What’s g-going on?” Jessie tried hard not to show any fear, but she failed. To think Jessie had been worried about her deputy. She’d never make that mistake again.

  When Jessie started to turn around to ask for an explanation, Amanda jammed the gun harder against her head. “Don’t move.”

  “Ouch. W-Watch it.” Wait a minute. It was October 31th. This must be a Halloween prank. “Oh, I get it. Trick or Treat.” Her body sagged in relief, but when she tried to step away from the pressure, Amanda clamped a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from getting out of the gun’s range.

  “What are you doing here?” her deputy asked with more bitterness than had ever come from her mouth.

  Jessie’s heart stammered in her chest. Oh, shit. Anger overtook the fear that had soured her stomach. “What am I doing here? The real question is what are you doing here? And with a gun to my head for God’s sake?” Jessie struggled to get out of her grasp, but Amanda held tight.

  Holding her hostage, Amanda ripped the cutters from her hands and tossed them on the ground before Jessie had the chance to use them as a weapon.

  Amanda then grabbed Jessie’s right wrist. “You’ve gotten in my way one too many times, bitch.”

  Bitch? Who was this woman? Amanda shoved a palm against Jessie’s back, smashing her face against the rusty steel door, forcing her to gasp for air.

  Don’t panic. Think.

  The pressure against her head temporarily disappeared, and Jessie took the opportunity to rotate toward her assailant. In her brief moment of freedom, she reached across her body to grab her gun from her holster, but before she could, Amanda latched onto Jessie’s wrist again. The click of the steel cuffs made Jessie’s heart almost stop.

  Jessie whipped her other arm out of the way, hoping to avoid capture, but Amanda wrestled it back down, flipped her back around again, and clipped on the other cuff so that her hands were behind her back. Man she was strong. Being in the Navy must have whipped her into shape.

  Now Jessie was really pissed.
“How dare you cuff me, and what do you mean I was in your way?”

  Amanda spun Jessie around, grabbed her gun out of the holster then lobbed the weapon a good twenty feet away into a pile of rubble. When she pushed Jessie back again, the door handle bit into her spine, radiating an intense ache in every direction. The metal cuff caught the skin on her wrist and gouged a hole that caused a slow burn to crawl up her arm. Then blood dripped down her hand.

  “We’re going below,” Amanda said, her face contorted.

  Sheer panic gnawed at her gut. No way she was going into a mine with a mad woman. It was one thing to go on her own, and yet another to be forced down. “Don’t do this, Amanda. We can work something out,” Jessie said in as calm a voice as she could manage given the adrenaline was running rampant through her system.

  “No, we can’t.”

  She couldn’t let Amanda ruin her own life—or Jessie’s. Think fast. “You don’t need to keep me cuffed. I won’t try to run, I promise. I can barely walk.” She softened her voice. “Amanda, tell me what’s wrong. I can help, I swear.”

  Amanda laughed. “You are a piece of work. You don’t get it, do you?”

  “Get what?”

  Amanda stepped away to unlock the mine entrance but kept the revolver pointed at Jessie’s chest. “Get inside and don’t make me ask again.” She cocked the gun and firmed her lips. Her blue eyes turned steel gray.

  Once Jessie stepped into that elevator, she’d never come out alive, which meant she had to disarm Amanda. With her hands behind her back, she didn’t know how she was going to do that. If Dax had been with her, Amanda never would have gotten the drop on her.

  Jessie glanced at her cruiser. Even if she made it to the car before Amanda reached her, opening the door would take time and driving away would be impossible. What was she thinking? Amanda would shoot her dead if she tried to escape.

  What Jessie needed was a diversion. She sorted through her few options and decided her best tactic was surprise.

  Amanda shoved her. “Move.”

  Now! Standing on her good leg, she rocked back on her heel to deliver a sidekick to Amanda’s midsection. As her foot was about to connect to Amanda’s body, her deputy feigned to the right, lifted her arm, and smashed the butt of her gun into Jessie’s temple.

  The blow staggered her. A second later Jessie’s butt hit the ground and then her face smashed against rough cement. An ache worse than a hundred migraines nearly took off her head.

  “Why?” Jessie managed to spit out.

  “Get up and do as I say.”

  She couldn’t get up. She couldn’t even move. Pain had paralyzed her. Amanda delivered a swift kick to her belly. Ooof. Bile raced up her mouth, and a trickle of blood dribbled out.

  She couldn’t die now. She had to fight, had to stay alive.

  Amanda yanked on her arm, nearly ripping her shoulder out of its socket, and jerked her to her feet. “Obey or pay,” Amanda said. “Get it? Obey or pay? It rhymes. Like it?”

  “You’re a real laugh a minute.” Jessie spit blood out of her mouth from where a tooth had come loose.

  In high school, Jessie used to enjoy Amanda’s clever use of puns and rhymes, but no longer. The girl, or rather the woman, had lost her mind. Jessie couldn’t believe she’d suspected nothing. To think Amanda had bought Jessie clothes, found confiscated photos, and helped her investigate. Their friendship was clearly a ploy to mislead, and that hurt.

  She needed answers. “My shooting wasn’t an accident either, was it?”

  “Not by a long shot. Ha, ha. Get it? Long shot.” She waved her gun when Jessie refused to laugh. “Actually, I was trying to save you.”

  Her arrogance amazed Jessie. “Like I’m supposed to believe you?”

  “It’s the truth. I thought if you were bedridden, you wouldn’t come snooping around the mine.” Her demeanor changed—evil-eyed, bitter, disgusted. “But not the great Jess Nash. Oh, no. You wouldn’t lie still.” She shook her head. “You always were an overachiever, and I had work to do, which meant I couldn’t let you interfere.”

  Without warning, Amanda opened the elevator door and shoved Jessie inside. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would leap from her chest. She twisted her wrists, hoping her sweat and blood would provide enough lubrication to get them off, but nothing worked. Her skin burned, but she kept trying. Amanda stepped into the cage with her, keeping the gun at Jessie’s chest. As they descended, cold air, along with the musty smell of dust and dirt, shot up the shaft.

  Amanda smiled. “I bet you never thought I would do something like this, did you?”

  “You mean kill me? No, I didn’t, but then, ten years is a long time, and people change.” Jessie softened her voice, trying to win her over. “What happened?”

  Amanda’s face contorted. “The stupid President kept sending more and more troops to Iraq instead of where they were needed—to Darfur, where women are abused and treated like slaves. Congress claims the United States is a humanitarian nation, but that’s a crock of shit. Women and children are starving in Africa, and we stand around doing nothing.”

  The bitterness seemed to run deep. Whatever happened to Amanda in the service must have messed her up. “How does killing me help your cause? You’re no better than those who imprison and enslave women in Darfur.” Jessie’s voice cracked. The slap across her face came so fast and hard, her vision blurred.

  “Don’t be so naïve.”

  Okay, Amanda was seriously unbalanced. She’d served off the coast of Somalia, so Jessie could understand her wanting more aid to the women in Africa, but why Darfur specifically? She’d never mentioned it before, or had she befriended someone from there? The cage stopped, seemingly caught on a cog, but then rattled for a shaky moment before jerking downward again. The air turned chillier and Jessie shivered. If Amanda was insane, what other things had she done? “Did you kill Cl-Clinton?”

  Maybe that was why Amanda’s car was at the farm, but then she realized he’d been killed a week or so ago. Or was she there to check up on the body?

  “Yeah, I killed him. Showed you those photos of the mayor and his lover to keep you and that P.I. from looking in my direction.” She almost sounded proud.

  “It didn’t work, did it?”

  Amanda jammed a fist into Jessie’s stomach and white pinpricks of pain stole her breath. She’d never been more pissed off or scared in her life.

  “You are so stupid. You and your questions. Now that I’ve confessed to murder, I gotta kill you. Good going, Sheriff.”

  While Jessie couldn’t decide if Amanda was bluffing about murdering Clinton, she was certain Amanda was serious about doing her in. “How did you kill him?”

  “Ah, I see you’re testing me. A blow to the temple, just like the one I delivered to you, only he died.”

  Jessie swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Did he suffer?”

  “How the fuck would I know? I came at him from behind, smashed him on the temple, and he went down. End of story.” Amanda leaned back against the cage with a smug look. “Your own grandmother sealed his fate, you know. She found a pair of night vision goggles, or rather Sadie found the NVG’s, and your Nana turned them in to Clinton. The good sheriff was suspicious and came snooping at the mine just as I was coming out of the shaft. When I ran into him, what was a girl to do?”

  If life meant nothing to Amanda, why care about the women in Africa? “Did you kill Sadie too?” Jessie’s mind reeled with horror.

  “I had to. She was a bigger snoop than the sheriff.”

  As long as Amanda was in the confessing mode, she might as well learn all she could before she died. “And the attempt on Dax’s life?”

  “All me. Well, not actually me, since I was with you both, but one of my men tried to take him down. The same one who shot you—on my command of course.” Her face looked disgusted but only for a moment. “Brilliant plan if I do say so myself. Too bad you pushed your man out of the way.” Amanda spread her feet an
d stepped closer to Jessie. “I’m disappointed in you. You didn’t ask about the gas theft or the grocery store heist. Can’t connect the dots yet?” Amanda got in her face.

  “I suppose you’re going to tell me you pulled those off too?” The woman seemed ready to take credit for everything.

  “Of course I did. After the nuclear waste begins to spread, I have to have food, fuel, and supplies. Didn’t see any need to spend my hard earned cash.” Amanda sighed. “The good folks of Kerry are going to feel the effects of the radiation and will die a long, painful death, but not me and my crew. We’ll be safe and sound down here. When the waste blows over, we’ll surface.”

  Jessie couldn’t wrap her head around anything Amanda was saying. “Nuclear waste? Are you crazy?” Jessie couldn’t fathom her hate. “What are you going to do? Drop an atom bomb?” There was no way she could pull that off.

  Amanda shook her head. “Jessie, Jessie, you live such a sheltered life.”

  “If not an attack from the air then what? You going to blow up a nuclear power plant or something?” She wracked her brain to come up with one that was nearby but failed.

  Amanda laughed. “No, no.” She turned serious. “I can’t blow up a plant. Don’t you know anything? For your information, a nuclear sub is about to arrive in Annapolis for repairs. A little C-4 on the cooling pipe and voila, a nice, little unstoppable leak.”

  “A sub?” Annapolis was near Washington, D.C. Oh, my God.

  “Don’t you worry your last few hours of life about something you can’t stop.”

  “What about your father? You want him to suffer too?” He lived in town.

  “Of course I do. God only knows my father deserves to get cancer. Why do you think I left town right after high school?”

  Jessie had always wondered. “Why?” She needed to keep Amanda talking. Perhaps she’d lose focus and give her an opening to escape.

  Amanda’s features hardened. “My father decided I was a better lay than my mother.”

  The revulsion nearly strangled her. “Your dad’s a judge.” While she’d never liked him, she never imagined he’d abuse his own daughter. Perhaps that was why Amanda wanted the women of Darfur to be saved.