Marty came running down the steps. Crystal was screaming his name. He shouted for them to get back inside.
Then a blast of the truck’s horn stunned him, the dogs, Marty and Crystal into silence.
Its ear-shattering blare continued. Then, above it, Ledge heard a shrill whistle.
So did the dogs. As one unit, they took off, racing in the direction from which they’d come.
Ledge gave no thought to pursuing them, or to anything else except Arden. Without even pausing to catch his breath, he slid off the hood and rushed around to the passenger door, where the window was streaked and gummy with canine saliva. He yanked open the door.
She was leaning across the console, her back to him. He didn’t shout above the racket. Instead, he spoke quietly. “Arden, you can let up now. They’re gone.”
She turned and looked at him with a stunned gaze, but his words registered. She pulled her hand away from the horn activator on the steering wheel. The sudden, resultant silence was almost as deafening as the blare had been.
Her eyes still fixed on his, she sat upright in the passenger seat. He placed a hand on her knee. It was trembling. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“You weren’t hurt?”
“No.” Then, shaking her head, “No.” She looked him over. “You?”
“No, but I was losing. Good thinking with the horn. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Her teeth began to chatter.
Crystal came running up to them, panting. “Are you two okay?”
“We’re fine,” he said. “Shaken, but fine.”
“Good Lord, Ledge.” Crystal splayed her hand across her chest. “You could have been killed.”
“I think that was the idea.”
She looked at him with dismay.
Marty joined them just then. She’d had the presence of mind to tell neighbors who’d come out to see what the commotion was about that everything was under control. She’d also collected Arden’s purse, which she’d dropped when the dogs attacked. It had been trampled.
“Everything was spilled and scattered,” Marty told her. “I gathered up what I could see. Your billfold is intact.”
“Thank you.” Arden took her purse but seemed indifferent to its battered condition and at a loss as to what to do with it.
Ledge took it from her and set it on the floorboard.
Marty said, “Should we call the cops?”
“It won’t do any good,” he said.
“But with a pack of wild dogs—”
“You heard the whistle?” he said. “They weren’t feral, and they weren’t on the prowl.” He turned to Crystal. “Do you mind if Arden stays with you tonight? She shouldn’t go home alone.”
“Where are you going?”
“To run an errand.”
This trio of women wasn’t stupid. They shared a look among themselves.
Crystal said, “Of course; Arden can stay for as long—”
“Thank you, Crystal, but I won’t be pawned off on you.” Looking straight at him, she stated, “I’m going with Ledge.”
“The hell you are. You’re shaking like a leaf.”
“I was. But the shock has worn off. I’m okay now. See?” She held out her hands, palms down to prove they were steady. They weren’t.
“You’re staying.”
“No. I’m not.”
Marty nudged Crystal. “I think we should leave them to hash this out.”
Crystal looked indecisively at him, and then at Arden, then murmured, “Be careful,” and went along with Marty.
Ledge waited until they were inside the house, then said, “Arden, I don’t want to waste time arguing with you.”
“Then you had better stop arguing.”
“You could get hurt.”
“You keep telling me that, but so far I haven’t been.”
“You can’t go where I’m going.”
“Which is where?”
“I don’t even know yet. I don’t know what I’ll be up against when I get there. It will most certainly be dangerous. You can’t go with me. That’s final.”
She stared him down, or tried. But he won. She capitulated.
“All right.” She retrieved her purse and climbed down from the truck. But she didn’t start in the direction of the house. She headed for her car.
“What are you doing?”
“I either ride with you or follow in my own car.”
He erupted with a stream of obscenities, none of which fazed her. She walked back to him. “You believe Rusty was behind this, don’t you?”
“It has his trademark.”
“If what you told me tonight is true, and he killed Brian Foster, and he has let everyone think for two decades that my father did it, I’ve damn well earned the right to fight back.”
His head dropped forward. He blew out a gust of breath. He counted to ten as he stared at the ground between his boots.
When he looked up at her, he said, “I gave you fair warning.”
Chapter 31
As they drove away from Crystal’s house,