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faith that she wasn’t in his father’s pocket. If she was, she would lead the bad guys right back to him. Then he would be done.
If she was with Leland and the Diamond Bar crew, she had just learned a valuable lesson about lying with dogs. That might make her think twice before she let them know where he was at least.
Trace wondered what had brought her out to the ranch anyway. Surely, she wasn’t still after information about Leigh Ann Baker. Putting herself in that kind of danger to get that information was just stupid. If Leland was looking for the information, he wouldn’t have sent her. He would have just had Ray Brown torture it out of him. Maybe she had just innocently wandered into a hornet’s nest, just like Leigh Ann had done.
Ronnie Winters coming out to that ranch just didn’t make sense to him.
“Fuck,” he mumbled and held Ronnie tighter to him as he sped down the winding country road toward the interstate.
An hour later, her violent trembling was his first clue Ronnie was coming around. Sweat poured off of her, soaking through his work shirt that she wore and plastering his t-shirt to his chest. Her teeth started chattering, and he noticed her hair was soaking wet too. He had to find somewhere for them to hide out until she came down. He felt sure his buddy Seth would help him. Seth was still a cop, but he knew that Trace had gotten a raw deal. He was one of the only ones who kept trying to prove his innocence before the trial. Who stayed in his court even when the evidence was mounting. He trusted Seth.
At the last minute, he swung the bike off an exit ramp in some podunk town, then swerved right at the end. He surveyed the deserted looking road and drove on for about five more miles, but there wasn’t a soul or business in sight. He had picked the wrong exit to find somewhere to stop, unless that was going to be in a hayfield.
Ronnie started squirming in his arms and the bike swerved. “Be still,” he hissed loudly by her ear, as he fought to control the bike and hold her. Trace squeezed his arm tighter around her, and she moaned. Her body shook harder, practically vibrating his body too. “Shh, we’ll stop in a minute and I’ll help you.”
Trace’s lips tasted salty after he kissed her hair . Ronnie was in bad shape, and needed to be in bed somewhere until the drugs wore off. A roadside pull off with picnic tables caught his eye down the road, and relief shot through him. Trace pulled the bike off the road and stopped near one of the tables.
Ronnie wiggled in his arms . “Hold still for a second, Red.”
Trace worked at the knot on the rope and managed to get it untied and she slumped against him. He caught her with his arm, so she didn’t slide off the bike then threw his leg over the seat to stand. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the picnic table where he gently laid her on the bench.
She immediately wrapped her arms around her shivering body, and Trace took that as a good sign. She was at least conscious now. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call Seth Copeland. He hadn’t spoken to his friend since he went to jail, so he hoped he would help him now.
“Copeland,” Seth answered shortly . Trace could hear wariness in his voice. Probably because his cell phone was a throwaway that didn’t register a name.
“Hey pretty boy, this is Rooks . I need your help.”
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into now?” Seth growled then huffed out a breath . “ I heard you got out, but haven’t heard from you. Figures you’d only call me when you needed something.”
Trace hesitated a minute, then said, “I mean t to call you, but I’ve been, um, involved in something.”
“Sounds like it, if you need my help.”
“I was working with the feds at the Diamond Bar Ranch.” Trace knew he shouldn’t be saying that out loud anywhere, and looked over his shoulder
If she was with Leland and the Diamond Bar crew, she had just learned a valuable lesson about lying with dogs. That might make her think twice before she let them know where he was at least.
Trace wondered what had brought her out to the ranch anyway. Surely, she wasn’t still after information about Leigh Ann Baker. Putting herself in that kind of danger to get that information was just stupid. If Leland was looking for the information, he wouldn’t have sent her. He would have just had Ray Brown torture it out of him. Maybe she had just innocently wandered into a hornet’s nest, just like Leigh Ann had done.
Ronnie Winters coming out to that ranch just didn’t make sense to him.
“Fuck,” he mumbled and held Ronnie tighter to him as he sped down the winding country road toward the interstate.
An hour later, her violent trembling was his first clue Ronnie was coming around. Sweat poured off of her, soaking through his work shirt that she wore and plastering his t-shirt to his chest. Her teeth started chattering, and he noticed her hair was soaking wet too. He had to find somewhere for them to hide out until she came down. He felt sure his buddy Seth would help him. Seth was still a cop, but he knew that Trace had gotten a raw deal. He was one of the only ones who kept trying to prove his innocence before the trial. Who stayed in his court even when the evidence was mounting. He trusted Seth.
At the last minute, he swung the bike off an exit ramp in some podunk town, then swerved right at the end. He surveyed the deserted looking road and drove on for about five more miles, but there wasn’t a soul or business in sight. He had picked the wrong exit to find somewhere to stop, unless that was going to be in a hayfield.
Ronnie started squirming in his arms and the bike swerved. “Be still,” he hissed loudly by her ear, as he fought to control the bike and hold her. Trace squeezed his arm tighter around her, and she moaned. Her body shook harder, practically vibrating his body too. “Shh, we’ll stop in a minute and I’ll help you.”
Trace’s lips tasted salty after he kissed her hair . Ronnie was in bad shape, and needed to be in bed somewhere until the drugs wore off. A roadside pull off with picnic tables caught his eye down the road, and relief shot through him. Trace pulled the bike off the road and stopped near one of the tables.
Ronnie wiggled in his arms . “Hold still for a second, Red.”
Trace worked at the knot on the rope and managed to get it untied and she slumped against him. He caught her with his arm, so she didn’t slide off the bike then threw his leg over the seat to stand. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the picnic table where he gently laid her on the bench.
She immediately wrapped her arms around her shivering body, and Trace took that as a good sign. She was at least conscious now. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call Seth Copeland. He hadn’t spoken to his friend since he went to jail, so he hoped he would help him now.
“Copeland,” Seth answered shortly . Trace could hear wariness in his voice. Probably because his cell phone was a throwaway that didn’t register a name.
“Hey pretty boy, this is Rooks . I need your help.”
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into now?” Seth growled then huffed out a breath . “ I heard you got out, but haven’t heard from you. Figures you’d only call me when you needed something.”
Trace hesitated a minute, then said, “I mean t to call you, but I’ve been, um, involved in something.”
“Sounds like it, if you need my help.”
“I was working with the feds at the Diamond Bar Ranch.” Trace knew he shouldn’t be saying that out loud anywhere, and looked over his shoulder
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