More Than A Boss (The Heartland Series Book 1) by Jill Downey

Author:Jill Downey [Downey, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jill Downey Publishing
Published: 2019-05-25T16:00:00+00:00

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When Allie joined Zane in the kitchen, it evoked the previous night’s scene and the fear that went with it. Back to reality, Allie thought despondently. Zane had already put the coffee on and was opening cabinets, searching for Kit’s food as she weaved in and out through his legs.

“This cat is dangerous,” Zane joked.

“Don’t I know it,” Allie said, trying to match his light tone.

“We’re going to ride over to the Havers’ house to see if they are there, since I wasn’t able to reach them last night. I just tried again and same thing, straight to voicemail,” he said worriedly.

“We?” Allie asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yes, Allie, ‘we.’ You’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you alone at this point. We can reevaluate after we have more information,” he said firmly.

Walking over, he tilted her head back with his index finger and kissed her pouty lips, then sucked her lower lip into his warm, moist mouth.

“Allie don’t argue about this please,” he said quietly.

“I don’t want to be alone anyway. I just object to your bossiness!” she replied.

“I’ll make note of that,” he grinned devilishly.

“Do that!” she responded saucily.

Laughing, he grabbed their jackets from the coatrack and threw Allie’s at her, which she managed to catch. He double-checked the locks on the French doors and kept the curtains pulled shut. “Onward,” he said. Opening the front door, they headed to his Dolomite-brown Mercedes-Benz.

Pulling into Will’s drive, the place looked deserted. They both exited the car and proceeded to the front door. After knocking for several minutes and calling out loudly, Zane walked to the front window and tried peering in through the crack in the curtains. He couldn’t see much, but it appeared to be abandoned. Zane reached for Allie’s hand and, intertwining their fingers, he held on as they walked around to the backyard. Allie discovered it first and cried out, pointing at a busted-out window and back door gaping wide open. Zane released her hand and pulled out his phone, dialing 911 as he walked toward the open door.

He drew his gun and peered inside. It had obviously been ransacked. Kicking the door open wider, he put his index finger to his lips and motioned for Allie to back up against the outside wall of the house as he entered, crouching down and doing a crablike walk to make himself a smaller target.

Zane looked around with dismay at the destruction. Everything appeared to have been pulled out of drawers and shelves and tossed around. The refrigerator had its contents emptied onto the tiled kitchen floor, obviously just an act of maliciousness. As he moved further into the house, he soon realized that nothing had come out unscathed. The mattresses in the bedrooms had been sliced through, dressers overturned, curtains ripped from their rods, baby crib toppled over. In bright red lipstick on the bathroom mirror, someone had written, “SNITCHES DIE.”

Whoever had been there was now gone. The police arrived moments later with sirens off but lights swirling, and they began to take inventory of the mess before them.

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