Desolation Point by Lisa Phillips

Author:Lisa Phillips
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: small town mystery, christian suspense romance, christian mystery series, woman in danger romance
Publisher: Lisa Phillips

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Drew let out a frustrated sound. If he turned to look, he would be twisting his hip and his knee. Putting too much pressure on both. Right now he was skimming the edge of his leg giving out altogether. At least so far today. Sitting down was more uncomfortable but also didn’t run the risk of him collapsing in front of Ellie.

He slid his gun from its holster under his shoulder.

“Easy there.”

“Just in case.”

Drew squeezed his teeth together and shifted in his seat to angle his body toward the door. He could lean out the window if he needed to. But this wasn’t the Wild West, and they weren’t likely to get in a shootout. He leaned in and looked at the wing mirror.

“You gonna call this in?”

“So Barb can ask me what exactly a suspicious truck looks like?”

“Guess not.” Neither of them laughed, though at any other time it would have been a joke. “Keep heading to your dad’s.”

“Agreed.” She took a turn.

Drew had to brace himself. Still, he couldn’t hold back the wince. As he shifted in his seat, he focused instead on the truck behind them and less on his own discomfort. She turned another corner. The other vehicle made the same move. Five minutes later, she pulled into her dad’s driveway.

Drew was ready with his phone. He shoved the door open and took a burst of pictures. The truck sped past them.

In the driver’s seat was a man with dark hair and a beard, holding a pistol up.

He got images of it all.

“Drew.”

He turned to look across the roof of the truck, hopping so he didn’t twist his leg. “What is—”

The front door was open. She pulled her gun and went first. Drew scanned the street, teeth gritted against the pain in his leg and hip, but he saw no movement. The truck was gone. He headed inside.

The coffee table had been flipped over. A chair from the dining table lay on its side—what was left of it. Pieces of it littered the floor, along with broken glass. A pool of liquid. Coffee, probably.

“Dad!” She called out for him. Raced through the house, while Drew took a closer look at the living/kitchen area. Open plan. He’d always liked…

There was a trail.

He followed it to the back door, which was ajar. The front had been open. The rear door was only an inch or so cracked.

He pushed it open. “Will!”

No answer.

A plastic patio chair was on its side. Someone had been dragged across the slab of concrete. Blood on the step. Just one spot. Like a blow. He fell, or was dropped.

Drew winced just imagining what that had felt like. Whoever’s blood that was likely had a concussion.

He looked back at the house. When had this happened?

Had Ellie’s father been attacked, or kidnapped?

Drew called out to him again. Heard the neighbor’s dog bark in reply. The yard wasn’t big. The rear chain link fence was four feet high.

He scanned it.

His feet were moving before he even realized he’d seen something.

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