Borrowed Angel by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488024689
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 1989-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

“Hey, Billy!” Eric called out.

Billy swore, hopping ankle deep into the muck and wading to the house. He looked at Brad, Rafe and Eric standing in the doorway with guns, and with Wendy, Tara and Ashley behind. Billy was a man of medium height with coal dark hair and eyes, striking wide cheekbones and broad shoulders. Mica, an older, leaner man, followed him. There was a tag on their airboat proclaiming them tribal police. Billy was wearing a light brownish gray uniform with insignias on the shoulder. The older man was wearing uniform pants with a brightly colored Seminole shirt. He nodded to them in silence, letting Billy do the talking.

“What are you all expecting, the holdup of Fort Knox?”

Eric smiled and shook his head. “We heard you found a body.”

“Yeah, I found a body.” Baby was sniffing his hands. “Leave off, Baby, I haven’t got anything for you,” Billy said, then looked directly at Eric. “I just went by your place and saw all the broken glass. I figured your window was shot to hell. Mind telling me what’s going on?”

Eric shrugged. “I was hoping that you could tell us. But about your body, well, we might know something.” He pulled Ashley forward and introduced her to Officer Billy Powell, and Sergeant Mica Crane.

It seemed to Eric that Billy held Ashley’s hand a long time and that it took him a long time to manage to speak again. “Hi, Miss Dane. It’s real nice to meet you. Real, real nice.”

“My pleasure, officer,” Ashley said. Then she nodded to Mica. “Sergeant Crane.”

“Mica. Just Mica,” Wendy said, smiling at the older man. “It’s short for Micanopy, which means chief. And he is a big chief, very important on the council.”

“Mica.” Billy released Ashley’s hand. Mica took it. The old coot was flushing, Eric thought.

“Why don’t you tell them what happened, Ashley?” Eric asked her.

“Let’s bring them inside first, hmm?” Wendy said, and they all went in. Ashley found herself on the couch next to Billy with Eric behind her. Hesitating a bit, she explained about her walk with Harrison Mosby into the swamp.

Rafe exploded with anger. “Mosby was harassing you! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought I could take care of it myself, Rafe,” Ashley said softly, her lashes lowering. “Anyway, then I was lost. I was just running blindly. Then I saw the three men—”

“Men?” Billy asked.

“Well, the three figures. You’re right—I’ve no idea if they were men or women. I never saw faces clearly at all. I never saw the victim.”

“But you know that they saw you?” Billy said.

She nodded, trying to explain. “They turned—the two living figures—and looked at me. And I ran again.”

“Into Eric.”

“Yes.” She said the word so softly it was barely heard. “Yes, I ran into Eric.”

“And today someone tried to kill you.”

Ashley looked up. She felt Eric standing close to her.

“Someone shot my room,” he replied for her.

“Your bedroom?” Billy asked.

There was a slight hesitation. “Yes,” Eric said flatly. “It was one of the rooms where I had opened the shutters.

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