Peril in High Heels by Gemma Halliday

Author:Gemma Halliday [Halliday, Gemma & Rey, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2020-06-01T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It took the evening news and half of Jimmy Fallon before Ramirez finally drifted off to sleep. I stayed in bed for another ten minutes, listening to his breathing deepen, wishing I could snuggle into the warm curve of his body for the night. Finally, I slid the remote from under his fingers, shut off the TV, and slipped out of bed. After swapping out my pajamas for jeans and a hoodie, I quietly let myself out of the room, hoping that jet lag would keep Ramirez sleeping deeply.

Dana was dressed and waiting for me in the corridor outside. Together, we hurried through the dark lobby to the parking lot, which was full, the cars gleaming under the moonlight.

"I feel like a teenager sneaking out of the house," she said when we were on the road, headed back to Crossbow Trail.

"This won't be nearly as much fun," I warned her. "Seriously, we have to be careful. Ravensberg is off his rocker."

"He won't even know we were there," she said. "We'll get the evidence and get out while he's snoring peacefully."

I only wished I shared her confidence. Instead, I couldn't shake the feeling we were making a huge mistake.

The drive went faster than I would have liked, since I wasn't too eager to reach our destination. I wouldn't have minded a moose convention in the middle of the road, but for once, there wasn't anything moose in sight. The woods seemed darker and more desolate than before as we pulled up to the dirt roadblock at the end of Crossbow Trail and parked.

"Watch your step," I whispered as we got out. "You can't run for your life with a sprained ankle."

"We won't have to run for our lives," Dana said. "This is going to go smoothly. You'll see."

Her mood had improved enormously, now that she was being proactive on her own behalf, but I still didn't share her enthusiasm about our mission. I could see fifty ways things could go wrong, starting and ending with Ravensberg's shotgun. What if he was a night owl who worked until the morning hours? Worse, what if he was an insomniac who'd decided to take a stroll with his shotgun for company?

Only as we approached, the cabin was completely dark. Off in the distance, a bird squawked once and fell silent. The moon fled behind a cloud, as if reluctant to witness our bad judgment.

"Think the door is locked?" Dana whispered as we slowly made our way up the rickety porch.

"I can't imagine why," I whispered back. "Unless he's worried about being robbed by elk."

She shook her head. "Not likely. You and I both know it's not elk season."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

She grinned as she pulled a tissue from her pocket and used it to turn the knob. As I'd expected—and feared—the door swung open easily. On squeaky hinges that sounded like a scream in the dead quiet. We froze in the doorway, listening, waiting, hoping, praying. When there was no reaction, I let out a shaky breath.

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