Zero Visibility. Sharon DunnЧитать онлайн книгу.
She picked up a wet washcloth and pointed to his cheek. “You have blood on your face that needs to be cleaned.” She leaned toward him and touched the warm cloth to his face.
He drew back, surprised by the pain. “It must be pretty bad, huh?” He was going to have a knob on the back of his head where he had been hit, too.
She dabbed at the cut. Her face was close enough to his that her cool breath fluttered across his lips. “It’s a pretty big gash.”
“I have a butterfly bandage I can use to get it to close up,” he said.
“Let me get it. Where is it?”
He really wasn’t used to being the patient. “There is a first-aid kit in my bathroom, but I can get it.” He rose to get up.
She placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. “Sit.”
Something in her tone told him argument would be futile. He listened to her open and close several drawers and then she returned, placed the first-aid kit on the table by his chair and tore the bandage out of the wrapping.
“Hold still.” She leaned close, her touch as delicate as feathers brushing over his skin.
Her proximity sent a surge of heat up his face. Surprised by the sudden smolder of attraction, he turned slightly away.
“Hold still.” She grabbed his chin and readjusted his head.
She was all business. Obviously, the feelings were not mutual. “Really, I could do this myself if I looked in a mirror.” She ignored him and finished the job.
“There, that should do it.” She sat back on the hassock between the two chairs. Her hand brushed over his cheek as she scrutinized her work. “You shouldn’t have any scarring.”
He touched the bandage and then looked at her. He studied her full lips, delicate—almost invisible—eyebrows and her freckles. Her green eyes widened. For a moment, time stood still and he forgot what they had just been through and what they faced. She was a lovely young woman.
She cast her gaze downward at the bloody cloth where she had placed it on the tray. Her expression grew serious and her soft full lips drew into a tight line.
She didn’t have to say anything for him to know what she was thinking about. It had been on his mind, too. Lorelei was out there with armed men who had no qualms about using violence.
“What’s going to happen to her?” Merci couldn’t hide her anguish.
“I don’t know. He must have come back for the snowmobile, thinking that would get him and the others off the mountain. They might get a little ways, but even that won’t be good in the deeper snow.”
“But why would they take Lorelei?”
He shook his head. “Maybe he thought it would be easier to get away if he had a hostage.”
Merci nodded. “He did say if I came close, he would hurt Lorelei.”
“The others must have been waiting for him in the trees. You can’t fit four people on that snowmobile. He might let her go once he thinks he’s gotten far enough away.”
Her eyes widened with fear. “That would mean she would be wandering out there in the cold.” She brought her fingers up to her mouth and shook her head. “Or he might just kill her when she is not useful to him anymore.”
Judging from what he had seen so far, that was a possibility. He kept the thought to himself. Merci was worried enough.
“She went outside in the middle of the night like she was not in her right mind. I remember reading stories in history class about pioneer women who just walked out in the cold and died because the struggle for survival just got to be too much for them.”
Still feeling a little wobbly, Nathan rose to his feet. “She was kind of falling apart.”
Merci shuddered, then lifted her chin. A look of resolve came over her face. “We have to rescue her.”
He didn’t disagree, but they were no match for armed men. If they were to get any distance at all, they needed a break in the storm. “We don’t have any way to defend ourselves.”
“She saved my life when they attacked us in your truck.” Her eyes pleaded. “We have to do something. Maybe they’ll just let her go in the woods.”
That would be the best case scenario. “We might be able to bring her back to the cabin, but not if the thieves are close by.”
Her jerky movement as she ran her fingers through her hair revealed how anxious she was. “Maybe the police will try harder to get up here now that they know what we are dealing with.”
He hated hitting her with more bad news, but he needed to tell her the truth. “The phone line is not working. I wasn’t able to make that second call.” He braced for her reaction.
Merci sucked in a sharp breath before responding. “We have no way to contact anyone?”
“Do you have a cell phone?”
She shoved her hands in the pocket of her purple coat. “I thought I put it back in my pocket when we were at the car, but maybe I didn’t…or it might have fallen out of my pocket outside.” She rose to her feet and looked up at him. “What are we going to do to help her?”
His mind reeled, searching for possible solutions. “If they came back for the snowmobile thinking it would help them escape, they’ll get bogged down in the snow eventually.”
Merci’s eyes brightened. “So they would be on foot. That means we might be able to catch them and get Lorelei back.”
Nathan nodded. “If we get a break in the storm, we can follow the tracks. I have snowshoes and warm weather gear.”
She moved away from him and collapsed on the couch. “It’s not a smart plan, is it?”
“It’s the only viable plan we have.” He paced. “We’ll only go out a short distance. When the snowmobile becomes unviable, they might head back toward the cabin. We’ll have the element of surprise on our side.”
She laced her fingers together and bent her head. She stared at the floor for a long time as though she were mulling over what they were about to do. “We can’t leave her out there. And we can’t just wait here and hope they come back and that she is with them. You saw what those men were capable of.”
“There is a lot of ‘ifs’ to this plan.” He shook his head. “Taking her just doesn’t make a lot of sense even if she was some sort of insurance policy to get away. Maybe this isn’t a simple robbery. Is your friend rich?”
Merci shrugged. “I really don’t know her that well.”
“But you took a ride with her.” He hadn’t intended to sound accusatory.
“I was desperate. I had a terrible finals week. Someone stole textbooks out of my dorm room. I failed chemistry. My dad sent me a letter saying he and mom weren’t going to be in the States for the spring break. He thought it would soften the blow if he sent a care package, too. The final insult was that my car broke down two days before I was supposed to leave. All I could think about was how being with Aunt Celeste would make the world seem right again. I was checking the Share a Ride bulletin board when Lorelei came up to me and said she was driving to western Oregon and could drop me off.”
College students caught rides with fellow students all the time. Still, it seemed a little impulsive on Merci’s part. “So how well did you know her?”
“We weren’t best friends or anything.” Merci gathered her long hair in her hand and twisted it while she talked. “We’re in the same dorm, and we had a marketing class together last year. We worked on a project together. She’s a serious student.”
Nathan walked to the window and stared out at the deep snow. The wind wasn’t