Dugan yanked the wheel to the left to avoid crashing into the other vehicle, then swung the SUV to the side of the road and threw it in Park.
He jumped out and ran toward the burning vehicle.
The driver had shot at them. Tried to kill them.
Why? Because she was asking questions about her son?
She jerked herself from her immobilized state and climbed out. Dugan circled the car, peering into the window as if looking for a way to get the driver out. But the gas tank blew, another explosion sounded and flames engulfed the vehicle.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, the heat scalding her. She backed away, hugging the side of the SUV as she watched Dugan. He must have realized it was impossible to save the driver because he strode back toward her, his expression grim.
Someone doesnt like us asking questions, Sage. But that means we might be on the right track to finding some answers.
Cold Case at Cobra Creek
Rita Herron
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Award-winning author RITA HERRON wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didnt think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesnt have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA, or visit her website, www.ritaherron.com.
To all the Mills & Boon Intrigue fansthanks for reading me all these years!
Contents
Cover
Introduction
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Extract
Copyright
Prologue
Sage Freeport vowed never to trust a man again.
Not after the way Trace Lanier had treated her. Promises of love and happily ever afteruntil shed gotten pregnant.
Then those promises had evaporated, like rain on a strip of scorching-hot pavement.
Her three-year-old Benji had never met his father. Shed worried about him not having a man in his life and done her best to be two parents in one. Still, she couldnt throw a softball worth a darn, and baiting her own hook to go fishing at the pond literally made her feel faint.
Then Ron Lewis had come along a few months ago and swept her off her feet with his kindness and intelligenceand treated Benji like his own son.
Her gaze strayed to the tabletop tree she and Benji had decorated just yesterday. Together theyd made ornaments to hang on the tree, and when he was asleep last night, shed wrapped his gift. He was going to be ecstatic on Christmas morning to find the softball and glove hed asked for.
She pulled a pan of homemade cinnamon rolls from the oven to let them cool before her guests at the B and B she owned surfaced for breakfast, then went upstairs to check on her son.
Benji was normally up by now, underfoot in the kitchen when she was cookingchatting and asking questions and sneaking bacon as soon as she took it off the pan.
But when she opened Benjis door, he wasnt in bed. A few toys were scattered around the floor, a sign hed gotten up to play after shed tucked him in the night before.
Figuring he was playing some imaginary game, she darted into his bathroom.
But he wasnt there, either.
She checked under his bed and frowned. Benji? Where are you, honey?
No answer.
Her heartbeat stuttered for a moment, but she told herself not to panic. The inn was a big house. The B and B held eight rooms, although most of them were empty at the time. With the holidays approaching, most people were staying home, going to visit family or flying to some exotic location for a winter vacation, not visiting small-town Texas.
She peeked inside Benjis closet but didnt see him. Yet the dresser drawer stood open, and his clothes looked as if hed pawed through them.
Probably to dress himself. He was three and starting to vie for independence that way. She just had to teach him how to match colors now.
Then she noticed his backpack was missing.
Her heart suddenly racing, she turned and looked at his room again. The big bear he normally slept with wasnt in his bed. Not on the floor or in the room at all. Neither was the whistle he liked or his favorite red hat.
But his blanket was there. Hed never go anywhere without that blue blanket.
Fear seized her, but she fought it off.
Surely Benji was just pretending he was on a camping trip. He and Ron had been talking about hiking the other night. Ron had even asked Benji which one of his special friends/toys he would carry with him if he was going on a long trip.
The bear, whistle and red cap were on his list.
Her hands shaking as other scenarios taunted her, she raced down the hall to the empty rooms and searched inside. No Benji.