Page 3 of Tracking Down the Lawman's Son

A muscle flickered in Slater’s jaw, and he volleyed glances at both his sister and the doctor. Slater must have seen the determination on Bree’s face because he sighed.

“She won’t be alone,” Slater told Nathan. “I’ll make sure someone is with her for the next twenty-four hours.”

Nathan repeated his huff, but his obvious objection didn’t stop Bree. “I’ll phone in a script for pain meds,” he called out as Bree headed for the door. Slater and Luca were right behind her.

“Where are you parked?” she asked without looking back at them.

“By the ambulances,” Slater provided. It wasn’t far, but Luca’s cruiser was closer.

“I’m right by the ER door,” Luca said. He’d left his cruiser there when he’d been in a near panic to check on Bree and their son.

“Your cruiser then,” Bree said, and her glance was just long enough for Luca to confirm she was talking to him.

She was obviously shaken to the core so Luca understood her urgent need to see Gabriel. The baby would likely steady her nerves. Again though, it seemed like more than that.

“Slater, why don’t you ride with us, and I can give you a statement about the accident?” Bree asked when they stepped outside. She fired glances around as if looking for something.

Or someone.

“Sure,” Slater said, sounding as concerned and skeptical as Luca was. He opened the passenger’s side door to help Bree in, and he slid into the back seat.

“Drive,” Bree insisted the moment Luca got behind the wheel.

Luca didn’t press her to explain what the heck was going on. He pulled out of the hospital parking lot while he, too, glanced around.

“All right, what’s wrong?” Slater demanded once they were on the way.

Bree dragged in a quick breath and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “Someone ran me off the road.” Her voice cracked. “I think someone tried to kill me.”

Chapter Two

Bree knew she had plenty of explaining to do. No way could she just drop a bombshell like that on two cops and not tell them more.

Especially these two cops.

Slater, because he was her brother, and Luca, because of their history together. Of course, their history was playing into their present since she’d given birth to Luca’s son.

“Drive slow,” she instructed Luca since it would normally only take about five minutes to get to her house. She needed a bit more time than that. “I don’t want to talk about this in front of Coral.” Coral Saylor, the nanny. Bree trusted her, but she needed to keep this just between the three of them.

For now, anyway.

Because it was possible anyone she involved in this could end up being in danger.

She hated that. Hated that she had to bring them into this, but after today’s attack, Bree didn’t see a way around it.

“Who ran you off the road?” Slater asked. “Who tried to kill you and why?”

The first part was easy to answer. Well, the info was easy anyway. Reliving it sure as heck wasn’t.

“I didn’t see the driver,” Bree admitted. “He came flying out from the dirt turnoff by the bridge and rammed into me. It was a large silver truck with heavily tinted windows.” She shook her head and winced, which caused the fresh stitches to pull. “I didn’t get a chance to dodge him or see the license plates.”

“Had you ever seen the truck before?” Luca asked.

“I don’t think so, but, uh, for the past couple of days, I’ve had the feeling that someone was watching me.”

Both Slater and Luca cursed. “And you didn’t think to tell one of us that?” Slater demanded.

“No.” She stretched that out a few syllables, annoyed that he was using his big brother tone. “Because it was only a feeling. It happened twice when I was in town. First at the grocery store and late yesterday when I went to the post office. I glanced around, but I didn’t see any unfamiliar faces.”

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