and whispered, “She loves you,
Rafe. She’ll always love you so much, just as I love my
Tye. Give her a chance when she grows up.” Tears
had washed her face as he rocked her, his own
cheeks damp as he realized he was losing her
forever. “Promise me. Take care of Cami.” Then
Jaymi had looked over his shoulder and smiled
before whispering, “Rafe, it’s Tye.” Her lips had
trembled as such joy flooded her face, her dying gaze.
“He’s finally come for me, Rafe. Tye finally came for
me—”
And she had died. With the greatest joy that Rafe
had seen on her face since the day she had married
her precious Tye, he watched Jaymi slip from life as
he screamed out her name.
But the sheriff hadn’t believed the men.
The sheriff and his deputies had arrived ahead of
the state police. Immediately he and his cousins had
been handcuffed and arrested as Jaymi’s murderers.
And now they were trying to pin the five other murders
that had occurred that summer on Rafe and his
cousins.
The black-masked serial killer had been caught
on surveillance taking Jaymi outside the pharmacy the
night before. Her sister, Cami, had reported Jaymi’s
disappearance hours later when Jaymi didn’t return to
the apartment with the medicine she had gone for.
That morning when the pharmacist went to unlock
the back door he had found the medicine, Jaymi’s
key, and the door unlocked.
When he had pulled up the camera footage for
the sheriff, they had seen the abduction, which had
been taped just hours before Logan made that
desperate 911 call. She had been taken at the same
time witnesses had seen him and his cousins getting
gas in town several blocks away.
Ryan Calvert, the recruiting officer who had taken
an unusual interest in him and his cousins, had
managed to get a copy of that security footage before
the sheriff had gotten to it. Gunnery Sergeant Calvert
hadn’t rushed to the jail to bail them out, or to hire the
nearest lawyer. The minute he’d heard the report over
his radio and remembered seeing the Callahan
cousins in town as he drove to his hotel, he rushed to
the combined truck stop/gas station and restaurant
and made nice with the manager, Missy Derringer.
Thankfully, Missy was a friend. Perhaps not a
friend that publicly claimed the Callahans, but a friend
nonetheless. They did have a few, sometimes.
Being the owner’s daughter had helped. She’d
quickly copied the security footage before her father
could order otherwise and gladly gave it to the
brooding Marine demanding it.
It hadn’t helped.
They were still sitting there in a damn jail cell two
days later wondering how the hell it had happened.
And Rafe couldn’t get the memory of it out of his
head. The sight of that smile, so filled with love as she
whispered Tye had come for her. It sent a chill up his
spine, even now. The sense that she had only been
waiting, always been watching for him to come for her
had swept over him.
Jaymi had made Rafe swear he would protect
Cami. She was sick, alone in Jaymi’s apartment,
according to Jaymi’s friend and neighbor. Cami cried
continually. She was begging for Jaymi, and Cami’s
aunt and uncle were considering having her
hospitalized due to the severity of the bronchitis.
Rafe could still hear Ryan screaming about a
vagrant who had been found with Crowe’s knife in his
side, his pants undone, and Jaymi’s blood on him.
Ryan was yelling furiously about taking his own
samples to a Denver lawyer and having them
analyzed. He was demanding the sheriff release his
nephews now, by God, before he sued the county for
an illegal arrest. “That fucking security tape is all you
dumb shits need,” he raged. “Now let them the hell out
now.”
Rafe shook his head.
He and his cousins knew Ryan Calvert was a
Callahan, but no one else had, until now. Their
grandparents had given Ryan up for adoption, when
they couldn’t afford to feed their children any