He was squatting beside her, looking like a giant vulture hovering over a fresh kill. He could have shot her in her sleep, and she wouldn't have known it. Victoria blinked, the contacts stinging her eyes as she tried to focus. Half way there she sat down to rest and fell asleep. Her boots squished as she headed to town.
Resolutely, she trudged up the incline, slinging her pack over her shoulder. She had to make a case, uncover indisputable evidence. Kidnapping and assault or worse, hung by a lynch mob. She couldn't just search and apprehend, couldn't take him out with a tazer and drag him back.
I have nothing, no authority, no warrant. The dockets and bonds giving her the right to hunt were meaningless, especially when she'd need them most, proof she had the power to take him out of the city. He'd committed no crime here, had no record, no indictment, no connection.
No telling how much of a lead those few hours gave Ivy League. Time moved on this side, but not in hers. She just sat there, wet and dirty and mad as hell. Not good, this is not good, she warned herself as she struggled, bursting into the light and tumbling ass over belly button down the incline. It should be twenty-four hours later here, not seconds.įeeling it was a now-or-never thing, she leapt into the fall, her movements suddenly stagnated, as if wading through gel. The horse moved, yet the instant she stepped further in, the mare froze, in motion, a foreleg lifting enough for detection. Risking ruining her disguise forever, she stuck out a foot, propping herself directly under the pouring water. Frowning, she donned her hat and turned to the fall, ducking in, yet out of the corner of her eye, she saw the horse shift. In fact, it wasn't moving, jaws open to chomp. Assured she could bring her bounty back, but not wanting to risk waiting for help-not that a soul would believe her story-she turned, about to leap into the fall when she noticed the horse again. So much for Kyle's four-legged homing pigeon. They should be closer, yet the mare was still there. The sound of chopper blades slapped the air, several jeeps and range rovers headed her way, kicking up clouds of dirt. Something's not right, she thought instantly.
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