The Lawman Meets His Bride by Meagan McKinney Read Free Book Online Page B

news.”
    “I know what you’re thinking. There were two unpleasant details I left out of my story to you. Two details called my mother and father.”
    The bitterness and hurt in his voice made her think of the pain Doug Huntington had caused her. What if she had been branded a criminal because she slept with one?
    “Since when did children get automatic criminal status from their parents?” she asked coolly.
    “They don’t. It was a cheap shot by Merriday.”
    “Yes. And besides, you deserve credit for having done a lot in the criminal world all by yourself.”
    He flinched. Then he almost laughed. “You are one difficult woman. And your damned sense of fair play only makes what I’m doing right now that much more reprehensible. Truly I’m sorry, Miss Adams, I really am. I just…I had no choice but to drag you into this. They didn’t mention on the radio that Sheriff Cody Anders is missing either. I don’t want to go missing like he did, so it’s got to be this way.”
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered bitterly, not looking at him.
    “You still don’t believe me, right?” he pushed.
    “No,” she admitted.
    After a long silence, he replied inexplicably, “Good girl. You didn’t even know me until a littlewhile ago.” His voice almost seemed to be fading like a weak radio signal.
    They passed through the bright glow of a yard light, and she noticed the haggard pockets under his eyes.
    He’s exhausted, she thought, and he’s probably lost a lot of blood.
    Even as she felt pity welling inside her, a more practical side of her warned against it. Ask every convict in a prison, and he’ll swear he’s innocent, she reminded herself. This was not a field trip they were on; she was his unwilling hostage.
    He lapsed into silence, either dozing or close to it. She watched the blacktop streak past under the headlight beams, trying not to dwell on Dolph Merriday’s troubling words: Quinn Loudon has lived a life of deceit.
     
    Constance wasn’t sure how long her passenger had dozed. She suddenly started when his voice abruptly ended the quiet inside the Jeep.
    “Where are we?”
    “About ten miles west of Bighorn Falls.”
    “Is that all?” he complained.
    “I’m driving the nighttime speed limit. Would you like me to go faster?”
    “No,” he said irritably. Montana state troopers were notoriously vigilant after dark.
    “You insisted on taking the back roads to Billings,” she reminded him. “This route is far less direct.”
    “I know what I said,” he snapped at her.
    He was awake, but his voice sounded exhausted. Something occurred to her.

    “Have you eaten anything today?”
    “No, but we can’t stop anywhere. I can’t risk it.”
    “There’s a few granola bars in the glovebox,” she told him.
    He handed her one, too, and they both ate in silence for a few minutes.
    Constance was the first to break it.
    “You mentioned something about having an ‘ace in the hole’ in Billings. May I ask what it is?”
    When he answered, his voice had lost its snappish tone. “I’d better not get too specific with you. You’ll be going to the police eventually. And you may end up being grilled by the same goons who’re trying to put handles on me.”
    “I take your point.”
    “Now you’re catching on. Actually I doubt if what I have is an ace. But with luck, maybe it’ll turn out to be a king or a jack. So far it’s my secret. All on my own, I was putting together a case against…the two men who are trying to set me up. I kept my efforts secret because I was afraid to jeopardize security until I have some idea just how high up the corruption goes.”
    Quinn thought about how one secretly obtained court order had allowed him to painstakingly assemble a damning paper trail from phone and financial records. As huge amounts of money were released from the Federal Highway Fund to a major Montana road-construction firm, he had traced subsequent “portfolio diversifications” by the firm’s