A Cold Day In Hell. Stella Cameron
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Emma was no dummy. He could hope she’d find a way to put out a taillight to get air—or puncture the spare tire.
How long had she been in trouble before she could call him? Finn stared around.
He heard a siren and saw the reflection of flashing lights against the sky.
What should he do first? This wasn’t like jungle warfare—the only kind of warfare he knew about. He didn’t have the automatic reactions that would work here.
My God. He didn’t know where to start.
People who wanted children badly enough cut babies from their mothers’ wombs.
He bent double and took a deep breath. Finn Duhon didn’t panic. He’d been a warrior and that was something that changed you forever. He needed the police and they’d be here any moment.
Breaking into a jog, he headed back toward his car.
“Finn!”
He jumped, searched in every direction.
“It’s you.” And it was Emma’s voice. An instant later she broke into sobs.
Blood pounded into Finn’s head. He followed the sounds and found her easily. Under a pickup truck, on her poor, swollen belly, the side of her face resting in the dirt. She still clutched her cell. Her very curly, honey-blond hair fell over her face.
“Hold on,” he said, on his knees, peering at her. “Don’t move. Matt’s coming. I’ll call the medical-aid car now. And I’ll see if I can get Mitch Halpern to come over.”
“Take me home,” she said in a small, broken voice. “Help me out of here and take me home.”
“Cher, please don’t move.” He stayed on all fours where he could see her and make sure she didn’t attempt to move. And he called emergency again, this time asking for medical response.
Emma dropped her phone and reached out a hand. Finn closed his fingers over hers. “Has the man gone?” she asked quietly. “I didn’t hear him go. Be careful, Finn. He could creep up on you.”
Sirens grew louder.
“Man?” Finn said. “There was a man? Did you recognize him?”
“No, it was too dark. Look around. Make sure he isn’t coming back.”
Finn did as he was told but the only movement was a guy coming around from Ona’s Out Front to get on his motorbike, which he’d parked near a wall. He kicked off the stand, climbed on and roared away. He didn’t even glance toward the parking lot.
“How long have you been down here?”
Emma pushed at her hair. “I don’t know. A long time. Finn, I can move my hands and legs just fine but it was hard to calm down. I listened to the baby. There wasn’t any pain. That’s good, isn’t it? I thought blood would come—I expected to feel it rush out.”
“You’re both going to be fine.” He realized he believed it—he had to. “Sounds as if the aid car’s right there with the cops.”
“I don’t want all kinds of people, Finn. I’m fine now you’re here. I didn’t get out before because I thought he might still be waiting for me.”
Finn got on to the dispatcher at the station house and spoke to Officer Carley, whom they all knew well. “We need to find Mitch Halpern,” he said. “You know, Dr. Mitch?” Carley kept it short and efficient and assured him she’d get the local doctor over there fast.
Waves of tremors shook Emma. She heard the sound of many approaching feet and voices, breathless, high voices. And Lobelia Forestier’s rose above them all.
“Is she dead? Has Emma been murdered? Was she raped? If Matt Boudreaux had done his job properly in the past, this wouldn’t be happening now.”
“Can it, Lobelia,” Sabine Webb said. “You’re embarrassin’ all of us.”
“You doin’ okay, Emma?” Ona asked.
“I am,” Emma said.
She saw a pair of extremely high, gray ankle boots, gorgeous legs and a deep green swishing skirt. Delia Board was there, of course. Ignoring her knees and her hose, she got down beside Finn.
A police car, lights flashing, rolled in, passed Finn’s car and stopped. Chief Matt Boudreaux got out, leaving the door open, and Officer Clemens came at a trot.
“No,” Emma said. “Not the police, please. He told me not to tell anyone. He said he’d make sure our baby died, if I did. And me.”
“Who told you not to tell anyone?” Lobelia said. “What did he do to you?”
Cold, the sweat on his body abruptly icy, Finn looked into Emma’s face and said quietly, “He won’t get near you again.”
“What happened here?” Matt Boudreaux asked.
“I think some guy was drunk,” Emma said, keeping her voice strong. “He threatened me. I’m moving out from the truck now.”
“Don’t,” Finn said. “Please, cher, just stay where you are.”
“Take it easy,” Matt said. “Tell me what went on. Take it slowly.”
“This is what happens when the police chief is too young,” Lobelia said. “We need someone with experience in the job. Every woman in this town is in danger of being raped in her bed. We’d better all make sure we lock our doors.”
“Can it, Lobelia,” Sabine Webb said again.
“I’ll have to ask you ladies to move along,” Matt said. “The aid car’s comin’ and you’re in the way.”
“The idea!” Lobelia said. “Don’t you forget who pays your wages, young man. If you don’t want to lose that cushy job of yours, you’ll watch your tongue.”
Finn glanced at Delia who shook her head slightly. “Emma, how are you feeling? What hurts, darling?”
“I’m going to be fine,” Emma said. She planted an elbow and pushed herself out from beneath the pickup. She smiled at Delia and whispered, “See if you can get Lobelia out of here. Sabine will help.”
“Consider it done,” Delia said and stood up. She flapped her arms at Lobelia. “This is too much for you. Much too much. I insist we go back inside and have some coffee. With a little something stronger in it.”
“I’ve got just the thing,” Ona said. “It’s my own special recipe for shock.”
Lobelia tutted.
“I insist,” Delia said, and the four women headed back toward Out Back.
“Where the hell’s the aid car?” Matt asked, and more flashing lights appeared as if he’d summoned them. “Well…well, we’ve got a good portion of the police force. But I want medics.” Another cop car pulled in, followed by a dark-colored Prius.
“The aid car could have been called to an emergency,” Emma said.
Matt opened his mouth and Finn as good as heard that the other man intended to say that this was an emergency. “Good thing everything’s under control here,” Finn said quickly. “Rusty’s arrived. I don’t think we want a whole lot written about this in the papers, at least not yet. Whoever did this needs to be caught, not scared off.”
Rusty Barnes ran the local newspaper and he was also a close friend of Finn and Emma.
The arms that closed around Emma were the only ones she wanted to feel. She looked up at Finn, into his dark, troubled eyes, and he managed a half-hearted grin. “Sit still,” he said. “When I get you home I’m keeping you there. You’re too dangerous to be out. What have you got on your feet? You’ve got to wear sensible shoes.”
Emma just listened to him and kept her head