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just press close to him to help him warm up, okay?”
    â€œOkay, Mama.” Keely pressed against his back. Her little face was white, her voice a thin thread.
    â€œIt’s going to be all right, baby. I don’t want you to worry. I want you to be real brave for Sam here. He needs you to watch over him now. He’s been through something bad. Can you do that?”
    Keely nodded, the tears that were near to brimming over nearly gone now. To Katie’s surprise, she shook Sam’s arm. “Hey, who were those guys? What were they doing to you?”
    Sam was shuddering.
    â€œNot now, Keely. Let’s just let Sam warm up a bit before we grill him.”
    Sam managed to get his mouth working, but it was hard. “What’s your name, ma’am?”
    â€œI’m Sheriff Benedict and that little girl next to you is my daughter, Keely. Did those men kidnap you?”
    Sam managed to nod. He wasn’t going to cry. “I squeezed through a window and fell on my head. But I got away.”
    â€œMy goodness, you’re really brave, Sam. Now, let’s getyou over to Doc Flint’s. Keely, you press close to Sam and try to get him warm.”
    â€œI call him Doc Flintstone,” Keely said, watched her mom frown, then grab one of the towels to dry off the little boy’s head.
    Sam said from behind the towel, “My mama used to give me Flintstones vitamins every morning with my toast.”
    â€œI like marmalade on my toast. I don’t think smashed vitamins would taste very good.”
    Sam thought that was funny, but he was just too cold and too scared to laugh. He burrowed under the blankets; all he wanted to do was get warm. He pressed himself as hard as he could against Sheriff Benedict’s leg. He felt the little girl squeezing against his back. He wondered if he was going to die now that he’d gotten away from those men. The little girl was pressed so hard against him, he’d bet she was going to get her clothes as wet as his.
    Katie slid her rifle onto the floor behind the driver’s seat. She turned the heater on high. “Okay, kids, I cranked up the heat so it’ll be roasting you both in a minute. I know you’re wet clear through, Sam, but the blankets should help a little bit.”
    â€œI don’t like marmalade,” Sam said as Katie looked at him closely.
    â€œYou’ll like my mom’s. It’s the best.” Good, the boy wasn’t in shock, at least not yet. Katie put the truck in gear and started up. She had to watch her speed; the heavy rain made the road a river. As they passed where the men had disappeared into the trees, she looked carefully, but saw no sign of them.
    She picked her cell phone out of her breast pocket and called Wade at the station house.
    â€œHello, Wade, it’s Katie. No, don’t tell me anything about the storm just yet. This is urgent.” She told him about Sam and his kidnappers, the two men who’d beenchasing him, and how she’d shot the fat one in the arm. “I’m on the south end of Delaware. Sam came out of the woods in nearly a straight line from the road to Bleaker’s cabin—I’ll bet that’s where they were holding him. They’re armed, they tried to kill me. Take three deputies and get out there fast.” She gave them descriptions, then said, one eye on Sam’s white face, the other on the woods, “I’m taking Sam to Doc Flint’s. I’m on my cell. Let me know what you find. Did you hear any names, Sam?”
    â€œFatso and Beau.” Just saying their names made Sam so afraid he had to concentrate not to pee again in his jeans.
    â€œThe one in the black leather coat is Beau, the other one is Fatso, that’s Sam’s name for him. Put out an APB on them, Wade. The one with the bullet in his arm—chances are he’ll need some medical attention. Maybe the other one, too. Alert all medical facilities in the