Army Ranger Redemption. Carol EricsonЧитать онлайн книгу.
“When did you realize he was hurt?”
“I kicked out when I fell, to loosen his hold. I’d already had my cell phone out for the light. When I was on the ground, the little beam of light illuminated his hand, and I could see that it was limp. His arm wasn’t moving, but I screamed again just in case.”
“I heard you, loud and clear—both times. You didn’t see his face?”
“I wanted to run the hell out of there, but I couldn’t move. My muscles froze. I certainly didn’t want to look at him. Did you see his face?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Maybe you know him. Maybe he was a friend on his way to visit you.”
“Me?” Her dark brows shot up. “I don’t think so. The only people who come out here to visit me are my cousins, Jason and Annie. And that wasn’t Jason’s hand.”
“We’ll find out who he is soon enough.” He held up one finger. “Sirens.”
The revolving lights on top of the emergency vehicles cast an eerie glow in the misty air as they flew down the small road to Scarlett’s cabin.
Jim waved the flashlight in the air to flag them down.
The vehicles—one ambulance, one fire truck and a squad car—squealed to a stop in front of Scarlett’s mailbox.
Jogging next to the squad car, Jim knocked on the passenger window, and the deputy buzzed it down. “You can go up the access road. The body’s in the woods, just off the trail.”
The deputy gestured out his window for the ambulance to make the turn onto the access road, and then he followed it.
Jim and Scarlett caught up just as the officer was getting out of his cruiser. “What’s going on, Scarlett? More shots fired out here? More bear traps?”
Jim shifted his gaze to Scarlett’s face. She hadn’t told him about any shots being fired out here or any bear traps. That’s all he needed for his other leg—a bear trap.
“Cody, you remember Jim Kennedy, don’t you?” She swept her arm in his direction.
With his left hand, Jim shook Cody Unger’s hand. Must be Deputy Cody Unger now. He’d been the high school quarterback and an all-around good guy. Jim hadn’t known him well—different circles.
“Kennedy.” Unger nodded. “Did you find him?”
“Scarlett did.” Jim held up his right palm. “But I checked him out. He has a wound to the chest and lost a lot of blood. This way.”
As Jim led the way with his flashlight, Scarlett asked Unger, “Where’s Sheriff Musgrove?”
“I called him. He’s not feeling well, told me to handle it.”
Jim stopped and pointed to the arm flung out on the trail. “That’s him. The rest of his body is beneath those bushes. I don’t know how he got there, but both Scarlett and I heard a scream or a cry earlier. Must’ve been him.”
“I have a couple of other deputies en route. They can canvass this area.” Unger squatted down next to the body and pushed the bushes away from it while shining his flashlight on the man’s face. “Doesn’t look familiar. Let’s get out of the way and let the EMTs do their thing.”
The EMTs squeezed past them as Jim and Scarlett followed Unger back to the access road.
“Do you mind if we talk inside your cabin, Scarlett?”
“I was hoping you’d ask.” She sniffled. “It’s cold out here.”
They ran into the other two deputies in front of Scarlett’s cabin and Unger instructed them to look for evidence in the area and to check for the man’s ID.
Once inside the cabin, Unger pulled a kit out of the black bag slung across his body. “I’m going to scrape some of that blood from your hand and get it on a slide. Then you can wash it off.”
Jim held out his hand, palm up, and Unger ran a stick over his skin to collect a sampling of the blood. He transferred it to a slide, sealed another slide on top of the first one and dropped it into a plastic bag. “You can clean up now. Thanks for preserving the evidence.”
Scarlett tapped his arm. “Bathroom’s the first door on your right.”
The art gallery spilled over to the bathroom with a border of flowers and cupids painted on the wallpaper and a mirror that looked fit for a wood sprite, with carved leaves and flowers curling around its edges.
Jim soaped up his hand and removed the blood. He didn’t want to mess up any of Scarlett’s artfully placed towels with residual blood, so he plucked a couple of tissues from the box and wiped off his hands just in case. He dropped them in the toilet and flushed.
He hunched forward, studying his reflection in the mirror, and grimaced. How the hell had he gotten mixed up with a dead body his first week back in Timberline? Not exactly the way to keep a low profile.
When he returned to the front room, he interrupted Scarlett reenacting the moment when the man grabbed her ankle.
“So, I kicked out, fell on the ground and screamed, just not sure of the order of those actions.”
Unger turned to him, his notebook in hand. “That’s when you returned? When you heard Scarlett scream?”
“I ran back, she pointed out the body and I felt his pulse and his chest.” He wiped his damp hand on his jeans. “That’s how I got his blood on me. I felt for a pulse first and listened for his breath, too. He was dead.”
“You ever had any CPR training, Kennedy?” Unger tapped his pencil against his pad.
“Six years as an army ranger sniper. I know the signs of a dead body when I see ’em, and I know when it’s too late to render aid.”
As he held Unger’s gaze, he heard Scarlett’s sharp intake of breath.
A slow smile spread across Unger’s face. “I guess you know what you’re doing. Did either of you recognize him?”
“I didn’t get a good look at his face and Scarlett didn’t see his face at all. He had a beard. I felt that when I listened for his breath.”
Scarlett asked, “Did you recognize him, Cody? You looked at his face, didn’t you?”
“Older guy, beard, long, reddish hair. I haven’t seen him around, but the conditions out in the woods are not optimal for identifying a body.” He shoved his notebook in his pocket. “I got your stories. If I have any other questions, I’ll let you know. It could just be an accident. I don’t know yet what caused his wound, but if it turns out to be homicide, we’ll call in the boys from county and they might have additional questions for you.”
Jim followed Unger to the front door and stepped out onto the porch with him. Scarlett tagged along, slinging her jacket over her shoulders. Did she plan to go out again?
Unger pointed to the trees crowding close to Scarlett’s cabin. “You should get those removed, Scarlett. Most cabins out here have some sort of clearing around them. I don’t know why the Butlers never did it when they had the place.”
“It’s one of the features that drew me to the cabin—the privacy. I need it for my work.”
Jim crossed his arms. “Don’t artists need natural light?”
“Not for the kind of work I do.”
He knew nothing about art or artists, except the kind that did tattoos, so he’d keep his mouth shut.
Scarlett gasped and grabbed his arm. “They’re bringing him out.”
Peering through the trees that ringed Scarlett’s property, Jim could make out the EMTs wheeling a gurney from the woods onto the access road.
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