Guardian Ranger (Shadow Agents #2)(46)

Yes, yes, they’d clear Cale. The nightmare would be over.

She hung up the phone and headed back for her desk. She pulled the flash drive away from the computer and tucked it in her pocket. She could stay at her house and wait for Jasper or the sheriff, or she could go to them. Force them to see the proof that she had.

The lightning flashed again, and every light in her house went dark.

I’m coming, Cale. Fumbling, she found a pair of car keys. The keys were for the old sports car Cale kept covered in the garage. The car hadn’t been used in over a year, but it was her only option at the moment. Cale and his cars...her brother had always been obsessed with them, and he’d made sure to share his expertise with her, too.

Then she rushed out of the house. The rain hadn’t started, but the wind was already strong. She wouldn’t think about the rough roads or the wind that could push the car too hard.

She’d just think of Cale. This time, she’d protect her brother.

*

CALE WAS GIVING them nothing. Figured. A ranger like him, Jasper knew exactly what sort of training the guy had been through over the years.

A few tough questions weren’t going to rattle him. Not after he’d survived torture.

Yeah, Cale, I still remember Syria. Some things could never be forgotten.

Back then, Cale had been one of the good guys. What the hell had happened to him?

Jasper glanced back down the hallway toward Cale’s holding room. Once, he never would have said that Cale would snap and start killing innocents.

“The story checked out,” Sydney said as she walked out of the surveillance room. She had a fistful of papers. “Just got the fax on Dr. Paul Lyland. The guy did lose his license about eleven months ago.”

Jasper ran a hand through his hair. “So the shrink’s profile was bull?”

“No, I’d say Cale Lane has some definite aggressive tendencies.” Her stare was knowing. “Just like you.”

His back teeth clenched. “Dr. Lyland wasn’t the only shrink who came up with this profile.”

“No, but he was the most vocal, and if Cale had already been burned by one shrink, his hostile behavior to the others is more understandable.”

Maybe.

“If he’s telling the truth about this, then do you think he could be telling the truth about the case in the Caribbean?” Sydney asked him.

Jasper hesitated. The thing was...he wanted Cale to be telling the truth. He wanted Cale to be innocent. Because then Veronica wouldn’t look so broken, and he wouldn’t have been so dead wrong about a friend. “I’m going back in,” he said. And because this needed to be off the record, he added, “Cut the surveillance, Sydney.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you sure about that?”

He nodded. “This is personal.”

“Hasn’t it always been?” she murmured as he walked away.

*

VERONICA’S HANDS GRIPPED the steering wheel for dear life. The rain had started to fall again. Heavy, fat drops that hit her windshield faster than the wipers could clear the glass. The flash drive was in her pocket, and her body was strung so tightly that she felt she was about to jump out of her skin.

Only about ten more miles to go. Ten more, and then the main strip of the town would come into view.

She heard brakes squealing, an engine growling; then bright lights appeared on the dark road before her. Those lights looked as though they were coming right at Veronica. Panicking, she jerked the wheel to the right. The sports car bounced, slid off the shoulder of the road and the tires rolled in the thick mud.

The other driver—the car with the bright lights flashing—drove right past her. He didn’t even slow to see if she was all right.

Her breath panted out. She’d braked. When had she braked? She took her foot off the pedal and cautiously touched the accelerator. The tires spun in the mud. She could hear the grinding sound, only...

She wasn’t moving.

Veronica pushed down harder on the accelerator. More spinning, but the vehicle wasn’t moving forward.

Her head rapped into the steering wheel. Just her luck. She’d gone out in the car, headed off the side of the road—

And I didn’t think about my parents.

The breath stilled in her lungs. There’d been no flashback this time. She hadn’t panicked. She’d gotten off the road, avoided the wreck.

A smile curved her lips even as a tear leaked past her eye. Maybe she was getting stronger. Finally.

Or maybe after the crash with Jasper, she just realized that the past wasn’t what could hurt her. She had too much in the present to fear.

Exhaling heavily, she turned off the car, climbed outside. Ignoring the pounding from the rain, Veronica hurried around to the car’s passenger side. One look, and she knew her car wouldn’t be going any place soon.

The storms had washed away too much of the dry grass. Only mud remained, and her tires could spin for hours, but the car wasn’t getting out of that mess without one very strong tow.

Ten miles to go.

So she’d better get to walking.

*

JASPER SLOWLY CLOSED the door behind him. He’d left his weapon outside and told Gunner to take a hike.

He wanted to be alone for this little chat.

Cale looked up at him and sighed. “Back to this, are we?” He rolled his shoulders. The handcuffs had been removed a few hours ago. A show of trust that Logan had hoped would get him talking. Cale had even been given two meals. Plenty to eat and drink.