Called to Protect by Lynette Eason

Author:Lynette Eason [Eason, Lynette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense;Policewomen—Fiction;Missing persons—Investigation—Fiction;Christian fiction;Mystery fiction;FIC042060;FIC042040;FIC027110
ISBN: 9781493413959
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2018-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

With the phone in her gloved hand, Chloe held it out to Hank. “Hank, zoek!” The well-trained dog knew what to do and took a whiff. His nose immediately went to the floor and then the air. He trotted to the back door and waited for Chloe to open it for him. “Good boy, Hank.” Chloe wrapped her fingers around the toy rope and Hank pranced ahead, anxious to find the person attached to the scent so he could play. He went straight to the side of the building and sat next to an item lying on the ground.

“That’s a horse blanket,” Blake said. “She said there was a barn. She must have used it for warmth while she was walking and left it here when she went into the store.”

Chloe threw the rope and let Hank chase it. When he brought it back, she praised him, took him from the area away from the scent of the blanket, and let him have another whiff of the phone. He went back into work mode and took off.

She trotted along behind him and Blake stayed right with them. A police cruiser rolled at a slow pace in the lane closest to them. Hank pulled on the leash, wanting to run full out. Once again she congratulated herself on investing in the top-notch equipment for the animal.

As much as he may pull on the lead, he couldn’t hurt or choke himself. The large draft-horse-style leather harness allowed the force of resistance to spread over the dog’s chest. Using this style of harness rather than a simple collar cut down on fatigue and kept him from experiencing irritation around his neck. Especially if they were going to be going for a long stretch of time.

And this looked like it might be one of those times.

Blake carried the phone in the bag in case she needed to let Hank take another sniff, but so far, the dog didn’t look close to slowing down.

When they’d gone at least two miles, Chloe glanced at Blake. “This is a thirty-foot lead, but he’s raring to go. The conditions are just right for him to track long distance. Can you run faster?”

“Of course. I can do about four miles alternating between flat-out running and jogging, but after that I’ll have to slow.”

“I can do five.” She tossed him a grim smile. “On a day when I’ve had a good protein shake anyway.”

He nodded. “Let’s pick up the pace.”

After about a mile, Hank sped up and swerved right into a driveway, bolted around the back of the house and to an old storage shed.

“Rachel!” Blake swerved around them and yanked the door open.

“What’s going on out here?”

A woman in her forties stood on the back porch, eyeing them. The officer who’d been trailing them in the vehicle came around the corner. “Just hold tight, ma’am, we’re looking for a girl who was kidnapped. Do you mind if they continue?”

“Oh my stars. Of course. Is she in there?”

“No,” Blake said. “She’s not.

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