Page 43 of Mountain Rescue
“Then that’s where we’ll put it. Let’s take a ride over there.”
“Yeah, I’d like to walk the area.” They got in Noah’s four-wheel-drive truck and were halfway to the spot when his phone rang, TG’s name coming up.
“You got some news for me?” Dallas said.
“Good and bad news. Rachel’s grandmother arrived at your ranch and is settling in. The bad news, the body has been identified as Henrietta’s. I imagine the police will be calling Rachel soon to tell her.”
“She’s not going to take that well.” It would hurt her to know how her friend’s body was disposed of.
“It would be a good idea for her to hear it from you. Still no sign of Hargrove. His men, the two my people are following, haven’t made contact with him yet. By contact, I mean they haven’t led us to him. I’m sure they’ve been talking to him. The car they’re driving is registered to Hargrove’s company, so we don’t have an ID on the two so I can’t tap into their phones. It’s only a matter of time, though, before we figure out who they are.”
“Hopefully that will happen soon. Thanks for the heads-up on Rachel’s friend. I’m going to head to the cabin now. It’ll take me about fifteen minutes to get there. If her detective calls before that, don’t put him through.”
“Copy that.”
Noah started singing “Secret Agent Man.”
“Is that Alba sounding like a cat in heat?”
Dallas laughed as he put his phone on speaker. “How’d you guess?” TG and his team had worked one of the most dangerous operations Dallas had ever been on with his SEAL team two years ago. He glanced at Noah. “Dude’s dissing your singing.”
“Hey, asshole,” Noah said. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you the one who told that bartender in South America that if he could get me to sing, he’d go home with pockets full of pesos?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Double D.”
As was typical of the man, he disconnected without another word. Dallas glanced at Noah. “I need to get back to the cabin.”
“I figured.” Noah turned his truck around. “What’s going on?”
“The police have identified Henrietta’s body and will probably be calling Rachel soon to tell her. She needs to hear about that from me first.”
“She definitely does.”
“You still carry those dice?” he asked as Noah drove him back to the Jeep. The team called him Double D because of the pair of dice he always had in his pocket.
“Nope. Don’t need them anymore.”
“You ever going to tell me why you were always fondling them?”
Noah stopped his truck next to the Jeep. “I might tell you and Jack together if the two of you get me drunk enough.”
“That bad, huh?”
“The worst. Go take care of your girl.”
“She’s not my girl.”
“Uh-huh.”
Dallas parked in his usual spot, and before he went inside, he walked around the cabin, checking for footprints and anything suspicious. When he reached the main bedroom window, he stopped and studied it. If Hargrove or his men found the cabin, they’d cover the front and back doors, intending to trap Rachel inside. He returned to the Jeep and parked it next to the bedroom window instead. If they had to escape, they could go right out the window and jump in the Jeep.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called out when he entered the cabin.
Chapter Thirteen
From her corner in the kitchen, Bella scrambled to get her feet under her, then took off for the door. “I see where I rate,” Rachel muttered. She ignored the way her heart fluttered at hearing Dallas’s voice. Well, she tried to, anyway.
Dallas walked into the kitchen with Bella at his side, stopped mid-stride, and said as his gaze roamed over her body, “You’re killing me, sugar.”
