Past Due by Jenna Bennett

Author:Jenna Bennett
Language: eng
Format: epub

Rafe muttered under his breath as he slowed the car and pulled over to the curb. We’d almost come to a stop when the trooper flew past much faster than we’d been going.

“Shit,” Rafe said.

I looked at him. “He didn’t pull us over. That’s a good thing.”

“I know that.” He moved the car off the shoulder and back onto the road again, before punching the gas. My back was flattened against the seat as the Volvo jumped forward.

“What are you doing?” I managed, as my breath caught in my throat.

He shot me a glance. “What d’you think?”

It was a pretty stupid question, I guess. I mean, the answer was obvious. He was following the cop, flying down the road even faster than we’d done before. Outside the windows, pine trees flashed by so quickly they were a blur.

“You don’t think someone else is dead, do you?”

“Let’s hope not.” He took the turn onto Old Schoolhouse Road on two wheels while I clung to the sides of my seat. Up ahead, the police car was almost out of sight.

There’s nothing much down that way, other than fields and some forest and a couple of new subdivisions. There are new subdivisions all over the area. All over Middle Tennessee, for that matter. Nashville is on the cusp of swallowing up Franklin. Another fifteen years, and it’ll have swallowed Columbia, as well.

And a fine realtor I am, to be sounding like that’s a bad thing.

Anyway, the problem seemed to be in one of the subdivisions. The squad car slipped through a gate in a tall brick wall, and when we followed, we found ourselves surrounded by cookie-cutter McMansions. Two story brick, with double garages in the front; the only concession to individuality was that some were built of red brick with white siding, some of brown brick with tan siding, and some of a sort of pinkish brick with cream-colored siding.

The subdivision name was Sherwood Forest, and the streets were named for Robin Hood and his Merry Men, plus a few of the other less heroic characters from the legend. We passed Little John Lane and Will Scarlett Way on the left, and Nottingham Close on the right, before the police car turned right onto Huntingdon Road.

“Know anyone who lives here?” Rafe asked, slowing down now that we were in sight of the car, and traversing streets where the posted speed limit was thirty five.

I shook my head. “This place wasn’t built yet when you and I were kids.”

“I thought maybe someone mentioned it.”

Not as far as I knew. “Mary Kelly is the only one of us who still lives in town, and she lives in a townhouse in Brookchase. She told us so yesterday. Charlotte’s staying with her family near the town square. Do you remember where she used to live?”

He shook his head.

“You remembered where I lived.”

“You’re special,” Rafe said.

Awww.

“I don’t know about Tina, or Darlene and Rhonda, but they’re all from out of town. They’re either staying with family, or in a hotel.

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