Chase's Promise. Lois Dyer FayeЧитать онлайн книгу.
She certainly remembered him but she doubted he remembered her. She knew what he’d seen in that one swift look—the same mahogany hair and gray eyes he’d been familiar with when she was a little girl and he was her oldest brother’s best friend. Yet she’d caught no flicker of recognition on his face just now before he turned back to the forge.
“I’m McCloud.”
“I’m Raine Harper,” she began.
“I know who you are,” he interrupted. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t look at her, his attention focused on the hot iron, turning it as he hammered, shaping the glowing end into a long, graceful curve.
Raine tucked her fingertips into the front pockets of her jeans. “I want to hire you.”
“To do what?”
“Find my brother—he disappeared over two weeks ago. I haven’t heard from him and no one’s seen him for seventeen days.”
“Did you call the cops?”
“Yes. But they tell me they’ve reached a dead end. They won’t resume an active search unless there are new leads to follow. That’s why I want to hire you.”
“No.”
Raine blinked. “Why not?”
Chase tapped the hammer against the iron curve one last time and turned to thrust the metal into a barrel. The hiss of cold water meeting hot iron was accompanied by steam rolling upward. He took a ragged towel from his back pocket and rubbed his face and hair, then scrubbed it over his chest before tossing it on the bench behind him.
He picked up a black T-shirt lying next to the damp towel and pulled it over his head and arms, yanking it down as he came toward her.
Raine tensed as he approached but he simply walked past her and out into the sunlight.
“Wait!” She hurried after him. “The least you can do is give me a reason—tell me why you won’t look for Trey.”
“I don’t want to.”
His answer was so blunt it left Raine speechless for one shocked moment before a flood of anger erased caution. She grabbed his arm and he halted to look down at her. His blue eyes were remote. It wasn’t so much hostility but the total lack of emotion on his face that made Raine quickly release her grip on his forearm.
“Why not?”
He didn’t answer.
Frustrated, Raine frowned up at him. “My brother’s missing and you’re a bounty hunter. If the police can’t find him, you’re the only person in the area that has a chance of locating him.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to be found.”
“No.” She shook her head, adamantly rejecting the possibility. “Trey would have told me if he were going to be gone longer than overnight. He knows I worry. He would have phoned.”
“Then maybe he isn’t able to make a call.”
“You mean he might be dead. He’s not.” She saw the flicker of skepticism in his expression. “We’re twins. I’d know if he were dead.”
“Then why are you worried?”
“Because something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
“You can ‘feel’ your brother’s in trouble? Is this some psychic thing?”
“Yes. I know it sounds weird, but we’ve always known if the other was in trouble, or hurt. And I know I have to find Trey. Will you help me?”
“Sorry. I never take cases from locals.”
Raine clenched her fists, her temper flaring. “You owe me,” she told him. “You owe my family.”
His face hardened, a muscle flexing along his jawline. “I don’t owe you anything, lady.”
“You cost me and my family one brother when Mike died. You owe it to me to help save Trey.”
“If I owed your family a debt, which I don’t, I paid for it with three years of my life.” His voice was as cold and hard as a Montana winter.
He spun on his heel and stalked away.
“Trey disappeared when he went to meet someone who promised to tell him the truth about the night Mike died,” Raine called after him in a last, desperate bid for his cooperation.
Chase stopped walking. He turned to look at her, menace in every line of his body.
“What did you say?”
Raine felt as if she’d poked a mountain lion with a stick and had him turn on her. She’d wanted Chase’s attention. Now she had it and chills of fear prickled her skin.
“Trey received a letter telling him that if he wanted to know how Mike really died fifteen years ago, he should be at the Bull ’n’ Bash tavern in Billings on Friday night. He refused to let me go with him and he hasn’t come home.”
“Was the letter signed?”
“No.”
“Have you got it?”
“No. Trey took it with him when he left for Billings.”
Chase propped his hands on his hips, his expression unreadable.
“All right.” He nodded abruptly. “You’ve got yourself a hunter. I’ll need all the information you can give me about your brother. Have you got a picture with you?”
Raine was dizzy with relief. “Not with me, no. But I have several on Trey’s computer in the apartment above the Saloon.”
“I’ll need a recent photo and his statistics, date of birth, eye and hair color, height and weight. Also what kind of car he was driving and the license number.” He broke off and thought for a moment. “Has his car been found?”
“No. He drove his SUV. It’s missing, too.”
“Get the data together and I’ll pick it up this evening on my way out of town.”
“Where are you going?”
“Billings. If that’s the last place he was seen, that’s where I’ll start looking.”
Ten minutes later, after telling Chase to come to her brother’s apartment above the Saloon to collect the information about Trey, Raine was racing down the highway toward Wolf Creek. She didn’t have a lot of time to collect Trey’s vital statistics and choose a photo of her brother to give to Chase.
For the first time in days, the heavy dread that weighed down her heart lifted, giving her hope.
Chase McCloud was more dangerous in person than his reputation claimed. Raine didn’t care. She’d have dealt with the devil himself if it meant a chance to find Trey.
Chapter Two
C hase stood on his deck, watching the small red car until it turned onto the highway and sped out of sight.
Raine Harper had just knocked his world off its axis. And not only because a possible clue had surfaced in a fifteen-year-old mystery.
He hadn’t lied to her—he didn’t take cases for locals. He wanted nothing to do with Wolf Creek residents. He’d sworn long ago to focus on the present and let the past lie undisturbed—that included Mike’s death and the local jury that held him responsible. Raine, however, was the exception.
She was the last woman he’d expected to see when he looked up from the hot metal taking shape under his hammer and saw a female form silhouetted by the sunlight. Then she’d stepped inside the workroom and he could see her clearly.
He’d recognized her with one glance.
That brief moment when they’d collided in