Protecting tanner hollow, p.1
Protecting Tanner Hollow, page 1
part #1 of Tanner Hollow Series
Books by Lynette Eason
WOMEN OF JUSTICE
Too Close to Home
Don’t Look Back
A Killer Among Us
DEADLY REUNIONS
When the Smoke Clears
When a Heart Stops
When a Secret Kills
HIDDEN IDENTITY
No One to Trust
Nowhere to Turn
Nothing to Lose
ELITE GUARDIANS
Always Watching
Without Warning
Moving Target
Chasing Secrets
BLUE JUSTICE
Oath of Honor
Called to Protect
Code of Valor
Vow of Justice
Protecting Tanner Hollow
© 2019 by Lynette B. Eason
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
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Ebook edition created 2019
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-1937-1
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
To my family,
who believes in me 100 percent.
I love you.
To Jesus.
I love you more today.
Contents
Cover
Half Title Page
Books by Lynette Eason
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Lethal Homecoming
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Lethal Conspiracy
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Epilogue
Lethal Secrets
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Epilogue
Lethal Agenda
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Sneak Peek from A New Series
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Back Ads
Back Cover
Lethal Homecoming
One
Bad things happened in the dark.
At least that’s what Kallie Ainsworth had learned. She’d always hated the dark and that childish fear had followed her into adulthood.
Which was why she’d planned to be home in Tanner Hollow, North Carolina, before the sun fell. Unfortunately, the flat tire had delayed her, and now she was on a back-mountain road that led to a place where she was unsure of her welcome. Since she’d been gone for six years, she couldn’t hush the uncertainty that simmered just beneath the surface.
Christmas music flowed from her radio and the words reminded her why she was making the trip back to the place from which she’d run. The place she’d vowed never to return to until it was safe.
And now it was.
A lifetime ago her stepfather’s abusive actions had sent her running, but now he was dead and had no more ability to instill fear in her.
Anticipation hovered.
She’d dreamed of this moment. Not necessarily Rick’s death, but of coming home and being reunited with her family. It had been bad enough that Rick had moved in on her mother and she’d married him, but he’d also insinuated himself into her father’s law firm. She still wasn’t sure how that had happened. It didn’t matter now. He was gone. Forever.
Mature pines to her left led to her family’s backyard, and a sheer drop-off to her right made her nervous in spite of the guardrail. She pressed the gas a little harder, focusing on the road in front of her and not the darkness surrounding her.
A sudden impact from behind threw her forward. Kallie screamed as the car swerved and she jerked the wheel to keep the tires on the road. Heart pounding, she managed to right the vehicle only to feel a second slam, this time to her left rear.
The edge of the road. Again. If she went over, she was dead. Kallie didn’t have to see the drop-off to her right to know it. Fighting the force of the hit, she pulled on the wheel and stood on the brake. Squealing tires finally gripped the asphalt. The vehicle shuddered to a stop and shut off.
Her attacker shot past her and Kallie saw his brake lights come on. Wait—he was coming back?
Tremors shook her. She twisted the key and the engine ground but didn’t catch. She tried again. And again. The car in front of her had turned around and was heading back toward her.
“No,” she whispered. She scrambled out of the passenger door. The cold hit hard, stopping Kallie for a split second. Her heavy winter coat rested on the back seat. She looked back at the car that had hit her, now idling in the middle of the road. The driver’s door opened, but the interior light didn’t come on.
The attacker planned to continue the chase.
Kallie ran to the back of her car and crouched behind it. Darkness covered her, and she hoped he couldn’t see her. At the trunk, she paused, her pulse thundering in her ears. Think, think.
Footsteps.
He was coming for her.
Terror spiking, she looked at the drop-off. It wasn’t as sheer here as it was in some areas, but one misstep could send her to the bottom. There were some trees not too far down. Could she find a hiding place behind one of them?
Her mistake was clear. She should have rounded the back of the car and beelined across the street for the wooded area that led to her backyard.
Now she was a sitting duck.
Footsteps crunched closer.
“I know you’re there,” a voice whispered.
Kallie’s breath caught in her throat. She whispered a prayer for protection. The figure moved along the edge of the street. Kallie could see him looking over the edge. If he looked to his right, he would see her.
Could she move without attracting his attention?
A shudder ripped through her and she tried to think.
She couldn’t stay here. She had to try.
Keeping her eyes on the figure at the front of the car, she took a step back, then another. His focus stayed on the drop-off.
Once on the other side of the vehicle, she paused and looked at the open space between her and the cover of the trees. It was only about ten yards, but it might as well have been ten miles. With one more glance over her shoulder to confirm he wasn’t looking her way, she darted for the trees.
“Hey!”
His shout spurred her on, his running footsteps sending another splash of terror shooting through her. Kallie’s only goal was to escape him and make it to the back door of her childhood home.
She knew this area. She’d played in these woods since the day her mother had finally decided she could explore on her own—within shouting distance.
Now all she had to do was find the path before he found her.
Detective Nolan Tanner stood in the living area of the Goodlette home and scanned the solemn faces before him. Kallie Ainsworth’s family.
Sharon Goodlette, Kallie’s mother, was still beautiful in her early fifties. If he remembered correctly, her youngest daughter, Megan, was twenty-three and the exact opposite of Kallie in physical appearance. While Kallie had straight blonde hair and blue eyes, Megan had dark curls that reached to her mid back. Her eyes shone like black onyx and her full lips showed a permanent pout.
And then there were the stepchildren. Rick’s two grown sons and one daughter—James, Richard, and Shelley.
Right now they all stared at him like he’d grown an extra head.
Rick Goodlette, Kallie’s stepfather, had been dead for three days, and his funeral was the day after tomorrow. The reading of the will would take place immediately afterward, and the family had swooped in like the vultures he’d heard them to be.
“I hate to deliver this news at this point, but it might mean you have to delay the funeral.”
“What?”
“No!”
“Are you crazy?”
The chorus of objections met his announcement as he’d predicted. He sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but the evidence says that Rick’s death was not an accident.”
“But it was a car wreck.” Sharon stood and paced to the mantel. She turned. “A car wreck. On a curving mountain road.”
“There was a bullet hole in the windshield.”
Her jaw dropped and several gasps echoed around the room. “What?”
Sharon Goodlette was either an Academy Award–winning actress or she truly had no idea her husband’s death could have been anything but an accident. She stumbled back to her seat and slumped into the wingback chair. “But . . . no. What?”
“Someone reported hearing a gunshot about the time of the wreck. I didn’t connect the two until just this morning and, on a hunch, had the vehicle examined a little closer. Initially, the broken and cracked windshield looked like the result of the wreck, but when we went looking for it, the bullet hole was there.”
“I can’t believe this.” She raked a hand through her hair.
“I know this is hard,” he said, “and I promise to do my best to wrap this up as quickly as I can.”
“Kallie will be here soon.”
Nolan’s heart thudded. “Kallie?”
“Yes, why?” Megan asked. She sidled up next to him.
A hint of spicy perfume reached him, and he thought it was the same scent she’d worn in high school. He hadn’t been fond of it then and found his opinion hadn’t changed.
He stepped back. “Ah, I just suppose that surprises me. I didn’t think they were that close.”
“They weren’t.”
But she was still coming home for her stepfather’s funeral? Probably to be support for her mother. Rumors of Rick and Kallie’s arguments rolled around in his head. And the fact that she’d just up and left one morning with no word to anyone, not even him.
He’d missed Kallie. They’d been friends since high school. Friends, then more. But she’d left and taken his heart with her. He gave his head a slight shake. He couldn’t think about that right now. “Do you know when she’ll be here?”
Sharon looked at the clock on the mantel. “She should have been here about an hour ago but texted and said she would be delayed because of a flat tire.”
Nolan frowned. “Is she all right?”
“Yes. At least she didn’t say she wasn’t.” She pulled her phone from the front pocket of her black slacks. “I’ll try calling her again.” She dialed the number and listened. Then shook her head and hung up. “Nothing.”
Megan walked over to stand in front of him. She looked up at him with big dark eyes. “You don’t think anything happened to her, do you?”
“No, of course not.”
She turned to her mother. “Maybe we should go look for her.”
Her mother sighed. “Let’s give her a few more minutes. Maybe she just doesn’t want to answer the phone while she’s driving.”
Megan frowned and nodded. “All right, but if she’s not here soon, I’m going looking.”
Nolan thought of the girl he’d once loved and said a quick prayer for her safety. But a small part of him couldn’t help wondering if Kallie had thought of him while she’d been gone. He gave a mental sigh. It didn’t matter if she had or if she hadn’t. She’d left him after he’d asked her to marry him.
She was only nineteen years old. Too young to know what she wanted. But she sure knew what she hadn’t wanted.
Him.
And that still hurt.
Two
Kallie didn’t stop at the tree line. She worked her way through the undergrowth, listening intently, yet focused on getting to the other side of the woods. She had to find the path to the house.
Footsteps pounded behind her and adrenaline sent her pulse skyrocketing.
If he caught her before she could reach—
No. Being caught wasn’t an option. She dared a glance over her shoulder and couldn’t see anything but shadows.
But he was there.
Why? What had she done to merit someone trying so hard to hurt her? Or even kill her?
A branch caught her in the face. Pain sliced through her cheek and warm blood trickled down to drip from her chin. She winced but ignored it.
Kallie reached a large tree with a wide trunk. She slipped behind it to catch her breath. Her regular runs and workouts at her company’s gym meant she was in great shape, but there she didn’t have terror making her weak. The cold sent shivers through her, but the running kept her from feeling too chilled.
Her lungs grasped for air even as her ears listened for the sound of footsteps.
Nothing.
Not even the crunch of the underbrush to indicate he followed her.
She dragged in another breath and started to move. Then stopped. What if he was listening for her? Indecision held her still. Fear wanted to simply freeze her. The longer she stood there, the colder she got.
How she wished she had her cell phone, but there’d been no time to grab it from the passenger seat.
What should she do? Move or stay still?
The flicker of a light caught her attention. It moved from side to side, advancing slowly.
Then she heard the soft crunch as his footsteps brought him closer. Her heart thundered in her ears. She watched him and realized he was searching every tree close to the path.
She’d have to chance it. She stepped back onto the path and moved as quickly as she could, making as little noise as possible.
But he still heard her.
The footsteps picked up speed.
Kallie doubled her efforts. Just a little farther. And then she was there. She broke through the tree line and released a gasping sob of relief as she stumbled into her childhood backyard.
A hand fell on her shoulder. She screamed and spun, lashing out with the palm of her hand. She connected with supple flesh covering hard bone and her attacker grunted and cursed. His fingers tightened around her upper arm and another scream ripped from her.
His other hand went around her throat.
Tight.
Choking.
She brought a knee up hard and caught him in his upper thigh. He stepped back, but his grip never lessened. Kallie’s nails dug into the hand squeezing the life from her. He flinched and his fingers flexed, giving her a precious gulp of air for one brief moment.
The back floodlight flipped on, blinding her for a moment.
“Is someone out here?”
“Help me!” Kallie forced the words from her tight throat, grateful they came out louder than a whisper.
“Hey! What’s going on?”
She lashed out one more time and caught his shin with the toe of her boot. He cursed and stumbled back. The vise grips on her arm and throat released. She fell to the ground and her attacker bolted.
“Police! Who’s there?”
She recognized the voice now. Nolan? Nolan Tanner? Kallie rolled to her feet, swallowing hard. “It’s me. Kallie.” Her voice came out hoarse, rough, but loud enough. “He’s getting away!”
Nolan rushed down the steps toward her. “Kallie? Who’s getting away?”
“The guy who tried to kill me.” She took off after him.
“Kallie, wait!”
He fell into step behind her as she figured he would. Nolan hadn’t been able to see what had happened on the fringes of the spotlight, but now that he was behind her—and armed—she felt a bit braver.
Kallie darted back into the trees and stopped. She had no light, no way to see in the inky blackness. He could be hiding anywhere. Behind any tree.
She stood still, listening, but only heard Nolan’s running steps that led him to her. “What’s going on? Who tried to kill you? And why?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Did you see him?”
“I saw something.”
“His car is parked just through the woods. He hit my bumper, tried to run me off the road, but I got out and ran.”
Nolan pulled his phone from a clip on his belt to call for backup, and she scanned the woods, trying not to miss any sign of light or movement that would indicate her attacker was still nearby.
When Nolan hung up, he activated the light on his phone. “Help is on the way, but show me what you’re talking about.”
“This way.” She stepped ahead of him onto the path and retraced her steps, reaching the road more quickly than she’d expected. She supposed the terror made the run seem like it lasted forever. Seconds before she stepped out of the woods and onto the asphalt, she heard an engine crank and a car pull away. “That’s him. He’s leaving.”
“Maybe,” Nolan said.
Her car still sat there, but the one her attacker had driven was gone. They’d missed him by seconds.
A tremor shook her and she shivered. Kallie wrapped her arms to hug herself against the chill.
He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Where’s your coat?”
“In the back of my car. I didn’t have time to grab it. Or my cell phone.”
