Page 51 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

Setting herself up as a target could only be called crazy, but it was also the only plan she could come up with that might end things without anyone other than herself getting killed. If it worked, she’d still be around to wake the dead.

Driving through the yard at the ranch was fun. She had to turn off the headlights and creep past the house, but no lights came on, so she figured she’d made it through without waking anyone. She headed back to town and her house.

The key to the whole problem lay there. She’d kept quiet about where she’d gotten the dynamite because her grandmother asked it of her in a private letter she’d left for Abby in her will. The letter included a map to where the dynamite was stored.

Abby had visited the site a couple of times, removing enough dynamite for a few weeks of daily explosions, but there was still some left.

Hopefully, Ghost would be watching. He could have all of it if he wanted.

She arrived in town and carefully began searching up and down the streets for a particular person. She found him sleeping on the back step of her office. Again.

“Get up JD,” she said, nudging him with one foot. “Rise and shine.”

“It’s still dark outside,” came the grumpy reply.

“I don’t care. You and I have a mission.”

“A what?” he sat up and looked at her bleary eyed.

“A mission. I want your buddy Ghost to see something.”

“Ghost isn’t watching me, he’s watching you.”

“Well, I’m not taking any chances. Come on.”

“You’re going to show me and Ghost the mine?”

“No, I’m going to show you where I got the dynamite. Two very different things.”

He frowned and reared his head back. “You’re not going to try to blow up the lake anymore?”

“Actually, I’m planning one heck of an explosion over there in an hour or so.”

He lay back down on the cement. “I don’t like loud noises.”

“I don’t like getting shot at. Now get your ass up and let’s go.”

“There’s no need to get snippy with me.” He cracked open one eye. “Which reminds me, where’s your boyfriend?”

“A long way from here.”

He smirked. “You left him up at your folk’s cabin, didn’t you?”

“How did you know where we were going?”

He snorted. “Didn’t take much to figure that out.”

“I’m way too predictable.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said, rubbing his face. “I didn’t think you’d come back to town and wake me up to do some fool stupid thing in the middle of the night.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Surprise.”

He laughed. “Well, if you don’t take the cake. What the hell, I didn’t have anything important to do right now anyway.” He got to his feet, wobbled a little, then straightened. “Lead on MacDuff.”

“You don’t think we’ll come out of this alive.”

“Nobody gets out alive. We’re all going to go someday. I don’t know that it’ll be today, but what you want to do isn’t without risk.”

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