Page 79 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

Smitty helped her into the passenger seat and slammed the door before the closest reporter could yell another question. How Smitty managed to not run anyone over as he backed out and drove out of the parking lot she didn’t know.

“Station?” she asked, tired beyond belief.

“You need to give a statement to the sheriff.”

“Wonderful. Got any tips on what to say, because I don’t know if anyone will believe the truth.”

“I told him that the tunnel led into a cave but left out just how big it was or that there was gold in it. Virgil would have done what he did whether there had been any gold or not.”

“The rumors about the gold have already started,” she said, closing her eyes and resting her head against the seat. “The reporters were asking about it.”

“Jack,” Smitty growled.

“Yep. Has the sheriff questioned him yet?”

“I’ll find out and encourage him to change his tune if he has.”

“Maybe remind people that he believes the ghosts are real.”

“You thought they were real too when we were down there.”

“I don’t know about ghosts, but it’s a fact that there are a lot of dead people in the mine, can you imagine how many more would die if everyone knew about the gold?” She glanced at him. “It would be a chaotic blood bath in there.”

“And all of them blinded by the prospect of a fortune of gold. All they have to do is get to it first.”

“Okay, so I’ll stick to the smaller mine and no gold story.”

“Keep it simple and you won’t have any problems.”

“I’m not a good liar.”

“That’s why he’ll believe you.”

She sighed. “Did you see those guys in suits? I don’t think they’re going to believe me.”

“Let me handle the men in black.”

She looked at him sideways. “As long as you don’t let your rifle do your talking for you, knock yourself out.”

He flashed a grin at her, then turned into the police station parking lot.

At least one news van followed them along with several cars.

“We need to make a run for it,” Smitty said.

“Ugh, don’t say that dirty word.”

“What? Run?”

“I’m too tired and sore for that shit.”

“I’d carry you, but then everyone would think we’re married.”

“At the moment, that’s sounding pretty good.”

He laughed. “The sooner you get in there, the sooner you can have a nap.”

“Nap,” she said in a dreamy tone and hopped out of the car. Her feet hit pavement and she dashed to the station’s front door.

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