country. It was beautiful and called to her in a way that she’d never believed possible.
After photographing the flowers and fence line, she got back into her car and drove on.
The ghost towns were great to photograph. The sky held back the rain and she was able to get photos of an old commercial building, remnants of an abandoned mine, and other buildings in Washington Camp. In Duquesne, she got some great photos of old homes and buildings.
When she reached another gray, weathered building farther out, she parked then grabbed her camera once again, looped it around her neck, and climbed out of her car. Small rocks crunched beneath her shoes as she headed toward an old commercial building.
The place stood in an isolated area with huge old sycamores and cottonwoods, along with oak, willow and mesquite trees, around the area. She studied the building. It would be great to go in and explore, but it was so dilapidated that it was possible the dang thing would fall in on her. She spent some time photographing the area surrounding it.
A drop of rain landed on her nose and she looked up at the darkening sky and she shivered. The temperature was dropping.
She’d hoped to finish before it started to rain, but didn’t look like she was going to make it. Although she’d told Zane she’d be back by lunch, it looked like she was going to be a couple of hours late.
Her cell phone was in her pocket, so she dug it out and flipped it open to call Zane to let him know she was going to stay out a while longer. She rolled her eyes to the sky then looked back at her phone. Great. She’d forgotten to charge it last night and it was dead.
She looked up when she heard the sound of an engine and was surprised to see a black car coming toward her on the dirt road leading to the old building.
Rain came down harder now so she jogged to her Mustang and opened the driver’s side door. She leaned in and set her camera on the passenger seat. She straightened and waited for the car and saw that it was the black sports car she’d seen at the gas station. It had windows tinted so darkly that it was impossible to see anything but the driver, who she had yet to identify.
She frowned when the car was close enough that she recognized the man behind the wheel. It was the man she’d seen Phoebe kissing a few days ago. And it had to be the same guy from the gas station who’d had his back to her—she recognized the ball cap.
With her hand resting on the open door of her car, she paused as the guy parked directly behind her Mustang and got out of his vehicle. He walked toward her, his hands in the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing. His hair was rapidly getting as wet as hers. She pushed a damp lock of her own hair behind her ear.
For some reason something strange twisted in her belly at his expression. A sick kind of feeling.
She put on a smile as he neared her. “Hi,” she said.
He scowled and her heart started to pound faster. She felt the urge to hurry into her car and get the hell out of there. She took a step and he pulled something out of his pocket.
A gun.
Chapter 13
Jessie’s breath caught in her throat and terror ripped through her like a blade. “What do you want?” Her voice shook as she spoke. “You can have anything I have. Anything you want.”
He stopped a few feet away from her. “I want you dead.”
“Dead?” She gripped the door to her car. “Why would you want me dead? I don’t even know you.”
“That doesn’t matter.” His smile was slow and cold. “I know who you are and you need to be gone.”
She swallowed, trying to hold back her fear long enough to think of a way out of this. “I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t.” His gaze flicked past her then returned to meet hers. “I’m the one who shot at you yesterday.”
Ice flowed through her veins. “Why?”
He ignored her. “I have a much better place for you to die. Out of the way, and not like anyone will
After photographing the flowers and fence line, she got back into her car and drove on.
The ghost towns were great to photograph. The sky held back the rain and she was able to get photos of an old commercial building, remnants of an abandoned mine, and other buildings in Washington Camp. In Duquesne, she got some great photos of old homes and buildings.
When she reached another gray, weathered building farther out, she parked then grabbed her camera once again, looped it around her neck, and climbed out of her car. Small rocks crunched beneath her shoes as she headed toward an old commercial building.
The place stood in an isolated area with huge old sycamores and cottonwoods, along with oak, willow and mesquite trees, around the area. She studied the building. It would be great to go in and explore, but it was so dilapidated that it was possible the dang thing would fall in on her. She spent some time photographing the area surrounding it.
A drop of rain landed on her nose and she looked up at the darkening sky and she shivered. The temperature was dropping.
She’d hoped to finish before it started to rain, but didn’t look like she was going to make it. Although she’d told Zane she’d be back by lunch, it looked like she was going to be a couple of hours late.
Her cell phone was in her pocket, so she dug it out and flipped it open to call Zane to let him know she was going to stay out a while longer. She rolled her eyes to the sky then looked back at her phone. Great. She’d forgotten to charge it last night and it was dead.
She looked up when she heard the sound of an engine and was surprised to see a black car coming toward her on the dirt road leading to the old building.
Rain came down harder now so she jogged to her Mustang and opened the driver’s side door. She leaned in and set her camera on the passenger seat. She straightened and waited for the car and saw that it was the black sports car she’d seen at the gas station. It had windows tinted so darkly that it was impossible to see anything but the driver, who she had yet to identify.
She frowned when the car was close enough that she recognized the man behind the wheel. It was the man she’d seen Phoebe kissing a few days ago. And it had to be the same guy from the gas station who’d had his back to her—she recognized the ball cap.
With her hand resting on the open door of her car, she paused as the guy parked directly behind her Mustang and got out of his vehicle. He walked toward her, his hands in the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing. His hair was rapidly getting as wet as hers. She pushed a damp lock of her own hair behind her ear.
For some reason something strange twisted in her belly at his expression. A sick kind of feeling.
She put on a smile as he neared her. “Hi,” she said.
He scowled and her heart started to pound faster. She felt the urge to hurry into her car and get the hell out of there. She took a step and he pulled something out of his pocket.
A gun.
Chapter 13
Jessie’s breath caught in her throat and terror ripped through her like a blade. “What do you want?” Her voice shook as she spoke. “You can have anything I have. Anything you want.”
He stopped a few feet away from her. “I want you dead.”
“Dead?” She gripped the door to her car. “Why would you want me dead? I don’t even know you.”
“That doesn’t matter.” His smile was slow and cold. “I know who you are and you need to be gone.”
She swallowed, trying to hold back her fear long enough to think of a way out of this. “I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t.” His gaze flicked past her then returned to meet hers. “I’m the one who shot at you yesterday.”
Ice flowed through her veins. “Why?”
He ignored her. “I have a much better place for you to die. Out of the way, and not like anyone will
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