Chapter 20 Kung Fu Fighting

She raced down the farm lane, aware of nothing but the panic and dread that churned inside her. Everything was falling apart, breaking into pieces, and if anything happened to Leelee she'd never forgive herself.

Never.

The truck cleared the last stand of trees.

And Emma screamed.

Aaron had Leelee. She was as limp as a rag doll. He dragged her, her heels cutting into the gravel as he backed toward the open door of some disgusting old car. Leelee's wrists were tied behind her back.

Emma barely stopped the truck before she jumped out and ran toward them, calling out, begging Aaron to let her go.

"Get back!" Aaron heaved Leelee onto the back seat and pointed a gun at Emma's face. She skidded to a halt.

"Please! Aaron! God! Don't-"

He shoved the gun into her side. "Come on, Em. We're taking a ride."

Emma's brain went numb from the assault of all the impossible things that were suddenly real. Aaron had a gun. He was drunk-drunk?-when she'd never seen him take a single drink in the thirteen years she'd known him. And the look in his eye was crazed, wild, empty. She tried to reason with him.

"Aaron-I'll give you anything-"

He shoved her between the shoulder blades, and as she stumbled toward the front passenger seat, Emma blinked in wonder at what she saw-Hairy had jumped from her truck and was now slinking low in the grass along the drive. She caught the dog's eye just before he skittered between the tires and jumped through the driver's side window of the old car.

Aaron leaned his back against the rusty door and poked the gun into Emma's belly. He sighed.

Emma's eyes darted to his face, and she saw that in addition to being drunk, he was exhausted. Thin. And he hadn't shaved or taken a shower in perhaps weeks.

"Aaron, please-"

"Don't make this any worse than it has to be, Em."

She flinched-Aaron was stroking her cheek with his free hand.

Through the shock and fear, she stared over his shoulder to watch Hairy in action. He snatched Aaron's wallet from the front seat, sailed out the window, and dropped the wallet under a bushy sedum by the porch. Then Hairy hopped back in the car and soared over the front seat and onto Leelee's lap.

What was the dog doing?

"I wish I didn't have to kill you, Emma."

Aaron dragged a finger along her lower lip and she moved her eyes back to him. He came closer. The choking fear and the smell of alcohol and old sweat made her want to vomit.

"You should've given me the money when I asked nice. And now I have no choice…" Aaron leaned into her, the gun jutting into her navel, and brought his lips to hers.

Emma's eyes darted back to the car, where Hairy was now nibbling on Leelee's chin, her upper lip, licking her eyelids. Leelee regained consciousness and stared silently at Emma through the window-clearly terrified.Hairy sailed out the window and hid in the grass.

Aaron ended the kiss, then pulled baling twine out of his pocket and wrapped her wrists tight in front of her, the sharp threads digging into her skin. She hissed with the pain.

"Get in." He pushed her down on the seat. "If you give me any trouble, I swear I'll shoot Becca's sewer-mouthed little bastard kid, and don't think I won't enjoy doing it. She's a pain in the ass." Aaron glanced at Leelee, who pretended to be out cold. "But damn-she's gonna be as hot as her mom. I can already see it."

Emma swallowed hard. She was going to be sick for sure.

As Aaron walked around the front of the car, Emma took a deep breath and told herself to think. Think hard. But all that came to her were the words Don't get in the car, whatever you do… How many times had she read that? Never get in the car with the assailant.

But what choice did she have? If they ran he'd shoot them-she had no doubt that Aaron was psycho enough to do it. If she tried to fight him, she'd put three lives in danger-her own, Leelee's, and the baby inside her.

At that realization, Emma began to tremble from head to toe.

The car moved. She checked the rearview mirror and through her tears saw little Hairy sitting in the lane. He'd witnessed everything-and had Aaron's wallet. Would he try to tell someone what had happened? And who would understand him if he did?

Thomas would.

But where was he?

"Thomas," she whispered, shutting her eyes, blinking back the tears. "I need you."

Aaron must have heard, because he laughed hard and poked her in the ribs with the gun.

"Ain't love a bitch?" he said, pulling out onto the road. "Nobody's there when you really need them."

Thomas put the magnetized blue flashing light on his dashboard and drove like a wild man out to Carroll County.

Emma wasn't answering any of her phones, so Thomas figured she was in the barn, saddling up Vesta for a nice ride. But maybe she shouldn't ride now because of the baby, especially on a horse as feisty as Vesta. Maybe she'd take Bud. But what if she fell? Would she be careful? Would she take Leelee with her just to be on the safe side?

Thomas felt his stomach do another round of somersaults-Emma was somewhere thinking he'd turned his back on her and their baby. Wherever she was, her heart had to be breaking.

He couldn't drive fast enough. Each second that passed was time she didn't know he trusted her, believed her, loved her more than he'd ever guessed a man could love a woman. Every second cut a deeper wedge between them, ate away at their future.

Oh, Jesus, what had he done?

His car phone rang.

"Emma? Baby, is that you?"

A female snicker wafted through the earpiece. "Sorry, Tommy. It's just me."

Thomas felt his heart slide to his feet. "Ah, hell, Reg. I'm sorry, but I can't talk right now-I'm in the middle of the biggest crisis of my life, my… how did you describe me and Nina together?"

"Uh… sour-assed?"

"Bingo. This is the biggest moment in my sour-assed life. I gotta go."

"Thomas, wait. I got a voice mail from your Emma. She… she said her ex-husband, some guy named Aaron Kramer, killed Slick. Does this make any sense to you?"

"What? No! Absolutely no sense, Reg. When did she call you?"

"About an hour ago. I'm looking through Slick's computer records right now for mention of an Aaron Kramer. And listen, Emma sounded hysterical during the call and now I can't reach her. She's not at either number she left for me, and-"

"Shit," Thomas hissed.

Emma must have called Reg soon after he walked away from her. Emma was pregnant. Under stress. Maybe she'd snapped. But Emma wasn't the kind to snap.

"I don't know what the hell's going on, Reg, but if that's what the lady said, then she had a reason. Bring him in. He's got a vet practice in Annapolis. I'll deal with all this later, okay?"

"Okay. So what's going on with you? Is everything all right?"

Thomas laughed into the phone. "God no, everything's not all right. Everything's messed up. I'm an idiot. Reg, look-how does a man convince a woman that he's more sorry than he could ever say, that his life would be nothing without her?"

Regina sighed. "Lord, Tommy. What have you done now?"

"Either of you move, I start shooting."

Aaron got out of the car. He backed to the motel room door not two feet away from the parking spot, and inserted the key, never taking his eyes from them.

He ushered them quickly inside.

He locked the door and flipped on the overhead light. Then he closed the drapes, making sure there were no gaps in the folds of musty fabric.

Emma's gut tensed as she scanned the evidence of Aaron's dive off the deep end. Empty Jack Daniel's bottles were knocked over on the dresser and floor. The threadbare room was littered with chip bags and scribbled-on bits of paper-sports bets. A pair of dirty underwear was flung over the lampshade.