Sheik's Rescue by Ryshia Kennie

Author:Ryshia Kennie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

It was past noon when Zafir made a U-turn and pulled in beside the white van that listed in the ditch exactly where they’d left it. Snow still coated the van’s windshield and piled two inches high on the roof. He got out of the Pathfinder and walked over to the ditch. He stopped ten feet behind the van. There he crouched down for a better look at the footprints leading up to the van. There were so many, more than just what the three of them had left behind. But it was hard to tell, because they were inlaid in the snow over and around one another, becoming almost a collage of prints.

It hadn’t snowed since just before they’d found Stanley yesterday although the weather forecast had threatened more snowfall. He moved closer to the van, bent down and saw what he assumed from the size and depth was a man’s print. He lifted his foot, looked at the sole of his shoe and identified the print as his. Then there was a larger print, a sneaker print, Stan’s; and a woman’s, smaller, lighter—Jade. But there was another set of prints, ones that didn’t match the other three. They were lost at points in the jumble of other prints, but the fourth set never seemed to stray farther than the perimeter of the van. They weren’t clear, but what was clear was that someone else had been here. It could have been the rancher, but there were no footprints leading across the field from where the rancher had shot at them. It was possible that he’d come in by road and pulled over, coming to look at the van. That was likely, but his gut was telling him that that wasn’t what happened.

There was another option. Actually, he thought as he ran through the possibilities, there were several of them. Whoever was here could be a random stranger. He didn’t think that was the best theory. The odds of someone stopping because of an abandoned vehicle, unless they were law enforcement, was slim. Police would have had the van towed. The fact that it was still here made that unlikely.

But there was a third option that troubled him more than any of the others. It all led back to that earlier attack on Jade and Stanley. The person who had shot at them had never been identified as male or female, as American or foreign, and they were now missing. They’d assumed that it could be Stanley’s cousin, the Moroccan who had arrived at the Jackson airport and then vanished. But there was no motivation. There were only questions. Why had he arrived and disappeared? Who was Mohammed hiding from? But those questions only led to others.

Who had followed them here? Had the unsub been able to track the van hours later in the same manner they had—through the rental locating device? The answer was yes—the information was there for anyone who was a capable hacker.

He looked beyond the van and could see Ski-Doo tracks.

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