Semi-Psychic Life (Glimmer Lake #2) - Elizabeth Hunter Page 0,75
else we can do to assist. I’m going to catch up with Cartwright unless you need anything else.”
“We’re good,” Sully said.
They continued toward the cabin, passing a couple of houses, one of which had two sets of eyes peering out.
“Now they look,” Val muttered.
“Oh, come on,” Robin said. “They were probably scared to death, not knowing what was going on.”
Val waved. “I hope they enjoyed the show.”
Monica was waiting on the porch. She waved when she saw them. “Look! The cavalry came!”
“How’s Josh?” Val asked.
“Still sleeping. His head already stopped bleeding. The medic says he won’t even need to go to the hospital if he doesn’t want to.”
Sully said, “Considering Bridger PD still has a warrant out for his arrest, that’s probably a good thing.”
The clearing in front of the cabin was a bustle of snow machines of all kinds, one that looked like a mini-tractor, three that looked like long sleds, and another with a person-sized trailer on the back where they were strapping Allan Anderson in. His wrists has been bound in front of him, and he was strapped down with a heavy blanket wrapped tightly around his body.
Val glanced at her friends gathering on the front porch and slipped away to watch Americano Asshole, who was slowly getting paler by the minute.
“He going to be healthy enough to get thrown in jail?” Val asked the ranger securing the ropes.
“Oh yeah. But we need to get him down the hill and into the hospital before he goes into shock. He hasn’t lost too much blood, but the doctors will want to rule out internal bleeding.” The young man stepped away from the snowmobile to speak to his superior, and Val crouched down next to Anderson.
“Hear that, Anderson?” Val leaned forward. “Internal bleeding. The gift that might still be giving.”
His lips barely moved. “How did you know… all those things?”
Val leaned closer. “You know how.”
“Impossible.”
“I’m going to head to your house, Anderson. Maybe head to your garage. I’ll be able to get in. Your wife will probably make me coffee.” She slid a bare finger down the line of his cheek. “And I’ll know all your secrets, Allan. Every single one.”
His expression wavered between rage and fear. “I don’t believe you. It’s a trick.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she said. “You’re going to go to jail. For attempted murder of Savannah and Josh. You just couldn’t handle her leaving you, huh?”
“She’s nothing without me. She was a backwoods—”
“Was it her leaving you, or was it the money?” Val asked.
His eyes flickered.
“Huh. So more about the money. Interesting. Well, looks like she’ll be the owner of that fancy ski resort soon enough.”
The ranger walked back. “I’m ready to go. Ma’am, can you please step away from the sled?”
“Sure thing.” She handed him a free coffee card. “Come by Misfit Coffee in Glimmer Lake. Next coffee’s on me.”
The young man grinned. “Cool. Might get a bear claw too.”
“They’re to die for, right?” Val winked at Anderson and mouthed, To die for.
“Yeah, they’re something else.” He started the machine and within minutes, the first aid sled and two other snowmobiles with forest service rangers were headed back to the main road.
Cartwright walked up to Val. “You’re Mason’s wife?”
“Oh God no,” she said. “Ex-wife. We have two boys together. That’s why I’ve been trying to find him.”
“Ah.” He glanced at Sully. “You have an interesting group of friends.”
Val pulled out another free coffee card. “I know. They’re awesome. Come by Misfit Coffee sometime when you’re at the lake. I’ll hook you and your guys up with some free drinks, okay?”
“I will.” He stuck the card in his pocket and nodded. “Thanks. Take care.”
“Thank you!” She waved as the last of the rangers scattered.
When she turned, Sully was already loading Josh onto the back of his snowmobile. “Probably best if I get this guy back to the sheriff’s department as soon as possible.” He patted Josh’s shoulder a little harder than was necessary. “We have a lot of paperwork to start filling out.”
Josh curled his lip. “Paperwork?”
“So much.” He looked at Val. “You good getting home with the other guys?”
She looked at Robin, Monica, and Mark standing on the porch. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”
Sully looked like he wanted to say something else, but he shut his mouth, nodded, and started the snowmobile.
Val walked back to the porch. “We better get this place locked up and ready to be empty,” she said. “It may be a while before Josh is back.”