Read Online Blindside by Catherine Coulter - Free Book Online

light. She thought she heard men’s voices, low and whispering. Was Agent Savich here? Or had Wade gotten worried and come over? Whoever it was, she hoped they had a good view of her and Beau.
    Beau shouted, “Clancy, drive the van up next to the front porch! If you FBI geeks are out there, stay back or the sheriff’s dead. You got that?”
    There was no answer, just the wind, rumbling through the trees at the sides of her house.
    â€œYou hear me, Clancy? We’re taking her with us. Then we’ll see about the boy.”
    A man’s voice came out of the night, off to her right. “Inthat case, Mr. Jones, why don’t you just consider us observers. Do whatever you want to do.”
    Beau jumped. “Yeah, you guys just stay back. I’m taking her and we’re leaving.”
    Katie recognized Agent Savich’s voice, and there was something else in his voice, something meant for her. She wished she could see his face, then she’d know what he wanted her to do.
    The big van came hurtling toward the house, its tires spewing up black mud. Fatso was at the wheel, turning it hard until the front fender scraped against the steps of the front porch. She watched the big man lean across the front seat and push the door open. “Get her in here, Beau, fast!”
    Savich’s voice, loud and sharp, “Now, Sheriff!”
    Katie threw herself off the front porch, jerking her SIG Sauer free even as she crashed against the back tire of the van.
    She heard Beau yell, heard two shots. With no hesitation, Fatso gunned the van, but he didn’t get far. She saw Agent Savich turn smoothly and shoot out both back tires. Fatso skidded in the mud and crashed hard into an oak tree. She could see him hit the windshield, then bounce back, his head lolling to the side. He wasn’t going anywhere.
    Katie swung her SIG Sauer around toward Beau just as Savich leapt onto the porch. He was so fast he was a blur, and his leg, smooth, graceful, like a dancer, kicked the gun out of Beau’s hand. It went flying across the porch, landing against a rocking chair leg. Beau grunted, grabbed his hand, and turned to run.
    Agent Savich just grabbed his collar, jerked him around, and sent his fist into his belly, then his jaw.
    Beau cursed, and tried to fight back. Savich merely belted him again, this time in his kidney. He shoved him down onto the porch and stood over him. He wasn’t even breathing hard. “Sometimes I like to fight theold-fashioned way. Now, you just stay real still, Beau, or I just might have to hurt you. You hear me?”
    â€œI hear you, you bastard. I want my lawyer.”
    Katie, her SIG Sauer still in her hand, walked slowly up onto the porch. She looked down at the man who probably would have killed her, killed Sam and Keely, without a dollop of remorse. She shoved her SIG back into the waistband of her jeans, lifted her booted foot and slammed it into his ribs.
    â€œHere’s one for Sam and Keely,” she said, and kicked him again.
    â€œThat’s police brutality,” Beau said, gasping from the pain in his ribs. “I’m gonna sue your ass off!”
    â€œNah, you’re not,” she said. “You’re in the backwoods now, Beau, and do you know what that means?”
    â€œYou marry your brother.”
    â€œNo, it means you’ll marry my brother, if I want you to.”
    Dillon Savich was laughing as he looked at the bedraggled woman, hair hanging down, pulled free from her ponytail, her mouth pale from cold. “Sheriff Benedict, I presume?”
    â€œYes,” she said, already looking around for Sam and Keely.
    â€œI’m Agent Savich. A pleasure, ma’am. You like excitement, don’t you?”
    â€œWhat I liked best in all of this was the sound of your voice and sight of your face, Agent Savich. Those were some cool moves you made to take down old Beau.”
    â€œI tripped, dammit!”
    â€œYeah,