Fatal Vendetta. Sharon Dunn
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“Have they been able to find the man?” Her hand curled into a fist and her voice faltered.
“We’ve got units patrolling the woods. We’re dusting that house for prints along with the...” the officer cleared his throat “...the items that we found inside.”
Zach had seen the manacles and chains on the floor. At least he’d been able to keep her from being held prisoner.
Images of his own captivity infected his thoughts. After a brutal beating, he was thrown in a small room that smelled like urine. The room had no windows. Though he lived in constant fear, it was only after he was free that he learned the terrorist group had filmed the beheading of two other reporters and that he had been next in line to die.
If it hadn’t been for the dauntless work of his sister, his life could have ended, as well. The reality of how close he’d been to death brought him back to the God he’d loved as a teenager.
The officer looked up at Elizabeth. “Miss Kramer, are you ready to answer the questions?”
Zach watched as Elizabeth swayed backward. Fearing she might faint, he held out his hand to catch her. She righted herself and squared her shoulders.
She touched her fingers to her lips. When she spoke, it was in her reporter’s voice. “Clearly, it was premeditated and personal. The guy acted like I should know who he was.”
She needed to distance herself from the terror of the attack. He understood the coping mechanism.
“Let’s get started with the interview so we can catch this guy.” The officer stared at Zach.
“He has my permission to stay,” said Elizabeth. Warmth filled her eyes when she looked over at him.
Maintaining her reporter persona, she answered the officer’s questions. Zach watched her, her gaze never wavering, her voice like sharpened steel. He didn’t know her whole life’s story, but he admired her inner strength. She wasn’t allowing herself to falter, even if it meant pretending the abduction had happened to someone else.
When the interview was over, Zach turned to her. “I can take you home.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I’d appreciate it. I’m sure Dale took the van back to the news station. I’ll call him and let him know I’m okay when I get home.”
They walked down the long hallway that led to the outside, their shoes tapping on the concrete floor. He held the door open for her.
A male news reporter scurried over to them.
“Oh, great. Neil Thompson, my prime competition,” Elizabeth said under her breath.
Neil shoved the microphone toward Elizabeth. “So, Miss Kramer, you had quite an ordeal tonight.”
“Please, I don’t want to talk...” She looked like she would crumple to the pavement.
Neil persisted. “Have they caught the man who abducted you?”
His ire rising, Zach wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulders and guided her toward the parking lot.
Neil’s words pelted their backs. “How does it feel to be the story instead of covering it, Elizabeth?”
Zach felt an echo of his own life in the question. Maybe he could help Elizabeth get through this. “Don’t give him anything to feed off of. The story will die down in a couple of days if you don’t give them anything.”
She pressed close to him, seeking his protection. Neil traipsed after them with his cameraman in tow.
“I know the public has a short attention span. It’s just going to be a long couple of days.” Frustration colored her words.
Zach turned to face Neil, holding his palm toward the other reporter. “She really doesn’t want to talk right now.” Zach kept his voice level.
They were within a few feet of his car. He reached over to the passenger side door. Elizabeth slipped into the seat.
He was about to close the door when Neil bent down and leaned close to Elizabeth. “Did the events of tonight bring back what happened to you in college?”
Elizabeth’s face went completely white. “How...did you...find out about that?” Not giving him a chance to answer, she grabbed the door and slammed it.
Zach resisted the urge to push Neil. His hands curled into fists. “You need to leave right now.” He had no idea what events Neil was referencing, but the comment clearly had upset Elizabeth.
Neil put up his hand in a surrender gesture. “A story is a story.”
Despite his warm onscreen persona, Neil Thompson always struck Zach as being a little slimy. Now he seemed downright repellent. “Is that what it’s really about or are you just trying to humiliate your competition?”
Neil shook his head. “Just trying to do my job.”
“I doubt that.” He brushed past Neil, close enough that Neil had to take a step back. “Get out of my way and stay out of hers.”
Zach yanked open the driver’s-side door and got behind the wheel. Elizabeth still looked pale, and her mouth was drawn into a hard, flat line. She turned her face toward the window when he glanced over at her.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, he got a view of Neil and his cameraman, both with angry expressions. He was glad to see them growing smaller and farther away in the rearview mirror.
Elizabeth continued to stare out the window.
Whatever Neil had made a reference to, it had cut Elizabeth to the core. His heart ached for her. He liked Neil Thompson even less. Getting the story was one thing. Deliberately hurting someone was another thing entirely. “You don’t have to tell me what he was talking about. Let’s just get you home.”
* * *
Still burning from what Neil Thompson had brought up, Elizabeth’s hand trembled when she flipped through her keys to find the one for her house. As they pulled up to the curb, her home was a welcome sight. They got out of the car and made their way up the walk.
A familiar looking woman parked at the curb exited her car and bustled toward Elizabeth—Gwen Monroe from the Badger Chronicle. Elizabeth’s knees felt weak. The bombardment just kept coming. She really didn’t want to deal with this right now or at any time. She liked being the one doing the interview.
Zachery stepped between Elizabeth and the woman. “Gwen, she doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”
Gwen lifted her chin. “A well-known reporter gets kidnapped. That’s a story, Zach.”
After shoving the key in the lock, Elizabeth breathed a prayer of thanks for Zach. The man was her nemesis in so many ways. But he’d come through for her when she needed him most. In the days to come, she knew she would need all the friends she could get, especially if other reporters kept circling around.
She was still bothered that Neil Thompson had found out about her date rape. The case had never made it to trial, but the allegations had been covered by the college newspaper and her name had been leaked. Still, it wasn’t like it had been front page news. Neil didn’t strike her as the investigative reporter type either.
Zach’s voice held authority as he faced Gwen. “Find a different story. She’s not ready to make any kind of a statement.”
Gwen took several steps back.
Elizabeth pushed open the door and closed her eyes. “Stay,” she said to Zach. Her words held a desperation she hadn’t expected.
“What?”
“Stay until we’re sure there are no more reporters going to bother me.” Normally, she wouldn’t even be comfortable asking a man into her house. But Zach seemed...safe.
He met her gaze, and for the first time, she noticed