Page 65 of High Side
“She’s mylover!”
“And this asshole knows that.”
“But—”
“No.” Geoff stared her down. “I will call it in, and we will find her and you can help, but I don’t need you out there getting injured or taken as well.”
Lupe took her hand, even as Liz went to contact Kylie’s parents. “We’ll need your help.”
“Okay. Okay. Sorry. I just—”
“Of course you do.” Lupe pulled her close for a hug for a moment, and she held on. “She’s fine. She will be fine.”
“I know.” Her girl was so tough. So capable. “Let me try to call her.”
“Sure. Sure, that’s a good idea.”
Of course it went straight to voicemail. Dammit. Her hands shook as she put her phone in her pocket. “Now what?” She glanced at Geoff, who was on the phone.
“I’ve got someone heading to rope it off. He’ll take pictures. I’m going to the campground,” Geoff said.
“Let me get out on the road and look for her. I swear, I won’t touch the scene or anything, but I can’t just sit here.”
Geoff shook his head. “And if he gets you too? I need you here to make sure the clients are safe.”
“I love her, goddamn it!” Her scream rocked the office, everyone in there staring at her.
“Good.” Liz came back in. “You have to have faith that she’s strong and smart.”
“She’s amazing, but if she’s hurt, she’ll need us.” And it was killing Brit to just sit and spin.
“I know.” Geoff clapped a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll bring her back.” He left then, and she wanted to shout again, but she knew that wouldn’t help.
“I’m going to go check the cars. I have my phone.” Brittany said.
“Take one of the walkies too.” Liz held her gaze. “Don’t get hurt.”
“I won’t.” She grabbed one of the walkie-talkies from the cradle, making sure it was tuned to the same channel as the base. Then she headed out to make rounds, watching Geoff tear out of the parking lot. She wanted to as well, but what if Kylie called in? Brittany needed to be able to go get her.
“Where are you, honey? What’s going on?”
Twenty-Three
Kylie groaned, her head pounding as she tried to open her eyes. She closed them right away, because damn, that was bright.
Ugh.
Okay. Okay, what the hell. She hurt—like, top to bottom—and she wasn’t sure what had happened, where she was, or what the hell was wrong.
She groped out with one hand and felt rock and dry grass. Had she wiped out? If she had, she couldn’t hear the river…
She’d been…
Come on, Kylie, think. Where were you? What had you been doing? She cracked one eye open again, letting it adjust to the sunlight, and licked her dry lips. Okay, okay. She’d just heard a vehicle go by. She was near a road.
She started to move, but her leg screamed at her, worse than it had when she’d twisted it. No bueno. Okay, so first she needed to make sure she wasn’t in any immediate danger if she sat up. So she opened both eyes and ignored the bass drum behind them.
Once she sat up, she cried out, finding glass in her arm, and suddenly her memory flooded back to her. She’d been driving the truck back with the damaged raft. She’d been trying to get the evidence back to the M&M.
