MISSING by Sharon Sala

Author:Sharon Sala [sala, sharon]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-24T00:17:29.369000+00:00

Water squished in Roland's socks and up the backs of his shoes with every step that he took. He was mud from head to toe, while, once again, he'd missed his chance with Ally. But he wasn't giving up. He'd seen her first, and now that he'd discovered her true nature, he was through playing nice and waiting for a proper introduction.

Angrily, he wiped his muddy hands on the front of his jacket and, bowing his head against the rain, began the trek back to where he'd left his truck. He didn't see the other man until he was directly in front of him. He stifled a gasp and wished he had a gun.

"You were following me," Roland accused.

"You were following her."

Roland frowned. He wasn't a man who liked being on the defensive.

"Following who?" he said.

Suddenly there was a knife in the man's hand, the same knife he remembered from their meeting the other night, and Roland was grateful for the rain soaking his clothes. It successfully hid the trail of warm urine running down his leg.

"Leave her alone," Wes said.

It was the lack of emotion in the man's voice that made Roland shiver.

"I wasn't doing anything," he spluttered, and took a slow step backward. "It's a free country and—"

Wes shifted the switchblade from his left hand to his right, then back again.

"Stay away from her."

Roland could hear the man talking, but his gaze was fixed on the water dripping off the end of the blade. Finally he made himself look into Holden's face.

"Who are you?" Roland asked.

"If you so much as harm a hair on her head, I will make you disappear."

Roland felt the warning as physically as if the words had been blows. He grunted in reflex and started moving backward.

"Who sent you up here to spy on me?"

"You heard what I said," Wes said softly, then stepped aside and pointed up the hill. "Now get, before I change my mind."

Roland started running and never looked back. Even after he'd reached his truck and locked himself inside the cab, he was still shaking. But when he reached in his pocket for the keys, he felt nothing but fabric. "Shit, shit, shit."

Frantically, he dug through every pocket in the raincoat, as well as his pants, but still came up empty.

He looked back the way he'd come, thought about that crazy man with a knife, and knew there was no way he was going looking for his keys, so he got out of the truck and started to run. When he finally got home, he took the extra key from under a rock near the door and locked himself in, then began to pace, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

The stranger's presence was a threat to everything he held dear. The longer he paced, the angrier he became. He thought of the years of abuse he'd suffered at Lackey Laboratories, and then the years of frustration and failure before he'd perfected Triple H. Dooley Brown had been the first to threaten his discovery, and he'd had to deal with him accordingly.

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