Taking Aim At The Sheriff. Delores Fossen
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that sounded like Herschel. A man of threats. Though he didn’t know how much harder her father could make things, considering he was trying to take Laurel’s child.
Jericho’s child, too.
The reminder didn’t settle easily in his mind. Of course, nothing about this would.
“You don’t doubt he’s yours?” she asked.
“No.” How could he? The proof was right there in front of him. “How much does Herschel know about Maddox’s paternity?”
“Everything. Now,” she added in a whisper. “At first, I’d told him Theo was Maddox’s father, and Theo went along with it. But when I broke off the engagement, Theo told him the truth. That’s why Herschel wants custody right away. You know how much he hates you, and he hates me even more now that he knows I kept the truth about Maddox from him.”
Jericho was betting there was a whole other story to go along with that one. Theo had probably squealed to get back at Laurel. He didn’t know this Theo idiot, but he’d settle things with him later.
With Herschel, too.
Not just for this stunt he was trying to pull with getting custody, but because it was possible that Herschel had indeed been behind the hit-and-run idiot that Jax now had in the holding cell. Jericho didn’t know exactly what Laurel’s father would hope to gain by that, but anything was possible when it came to Herschel.
Especially anything illegal.
“Your father must have seen the resemblance between Maddox and me,” Jericho said, handing her back the phone.
“He did,” Laurel readily admitted. “He didn’t know about that night we were together. I’d managed to keep that from him, but he asked me point-blank if I’d been with you. I denied it, and I falsified the results of Maddox’s paternity test so I could try to get him off your trail.”
Jericho hadn’t wanted Herschel off his trail. Especially not for something like this, something that would keep Maddox from him. The best way to deal with a snake was to confront it.
“Where’s Maddox now?” Jericho asked.
“With a friend, Sandy Singer. She’s a former cop, and she took him to her parents’ house in Sweetwater Springs. Her parents are out of town so the place was empty.”
So, Maddox was about thirty miles away. Close. But any distance wouldn’t have mattered.
“I want to see him.” And the glare Jericho gave Laurel dared her not to refuse him.
She didn’t refuse him, though. She gave a shaky nod. “We’ll just have to make sure we aren’t followed.”
He would make certain of that because he wouldn’t put it past Herschel to take the boy, all in the name of keeping him safe from Laurel. Later, Jericho would have to do something about those false reports, but for now he had a more immediate problem on his hands.
“I have to call Jax and tell him I won’t be able to question the man in custody until, well, until later,” he settled for saying. Because Jericho had no idea how much time he’d need to start fixing this mess Herschel had created.
That Laurel had created, too.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, no doubt after she saw the latest round of anger go through his eyes.
Not in the mood for an apology that wouldn’t help one bit, Jericho waved her off and took out his phone to call his brother. However, he stopped when he heard the sound.
A vehicle was approaching the house.
“Oh, God,” Laurel whispered, her fingertips going to her mouth.
“It might be nothing,” he assured her.
After all, his family’s ranch was huge, and people came and went all the time. It could be one of the ranch hands, his mother or maybe even his sister, Addie, and her fiancé, Weston. Since Addie was pregnant, they were often making night runs to get whatever she was craving.
Heck, it could even be one of his other brothers, Levi or Chase. Both had houses on the grounds of the ranch.
“Wait here,” Jericho told her, and he headed to the living room window to look out. He braced himself for the worst.
And the worst was exactly what he got.
The moment he pulled back the curtain, he spotted the man who’d stepped from the black car now stopped in front of Jericho’s house. It was dark enough that Jericho couldn’t make out the guy’s face, but he had no trouble seeing his gun.
Or hearing it.
The bullet slammed into the windowsill just a couple of inches from where Jericho was standing.
“Get down!” he shouted to Laurel.
But he did something to make sure that happened. Jericho hurried to her, hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to the floor behind the couch. It wouldn’t be much protection against bullets, but it was safer than her standing in a room with windows on the front and side.
“Call Jax for me,” he said, tossing Laurel his phone. “I need backup and everyone in the main house warned that we’re under attack.”
Despite Laurel yelling for him to stay down, Jericho headed back to one of the windows so he could figure out who this idiot was and how to stop him.
From what Jericho could tell, the guy was alone. At least he was the only one out of the car. Of course, someone could be inside, waiting, so that’s why he went to the window on the other side of the room. He wanted as much of an element of surprise as he could manage when he fired at this nut job. Maybe the guy wouldn’t see him before Jericho got off the finishing shot.
“Jax is on the way,” Laurel relayed to him. “He’s bringing one of the deputies with him. Dexter Conway. He’ll also call your mother and the rest of your family on the drive over.”
Good. It’d take at least twenty minutes for Jax and Dexter to arrive, but maybe the attack was confined to just here. He didn’t want Herschel’s brand of violence spreading to the rest of his family.
“Now, please get down,” Laurel added. “I’m calling Sandy to make sure everything is okay with Maddox.”
Even though what Laurel was saying was important, Jericho shut her out, knocked out the pane of glass with his gun and took aim. He pulled the trigger, and though he couldn’t be sure, he thought he might have hit the shooter in the shoulder. The guy ducked down and jumped into the car. Just in case he intended to get back out, Jericho sent another shot his way.
“Do you know for sure who’s doing this?” Jericho asked Laurel.
“No. My father hates me now, but I can’t believe he’d try to kill me.”
“Believe it,” Jericho said just as he got another surprise of the night.
Another bullet came right at him. Not from the idiot in the car this time. This shot had come from somewhere across the road. The land was level pasture there, and it would have been easy for a gunman to stand out, which meant the guy was likely hiding in the ditch.
Had he come with his partner in the car?
Probably.
Herschel no doubt wanted some kind of backup to make sure this attack was a success. After all, if Herschel got rid of both of Maddox’s parents, then there’d be no fight for custody. However, that only led Jericho to yet another set of questions.
Did Herschel really want Maddox enough to kill for him?
And why?
Because Jericho wasn’t sure a man like Herschel was capable of loving a child this much.
Jericho didn’t have time to dwell on that because another shot came crashing through the window, and it