Easy Prey (Love-Inspired Suspense) (2 page)

Her mouth moved, her lips forming a word he didn’t understand.

“Elise, I don’t know what you’re saying.” His stomach churned. What had happened to her? This woman was dressed for a safari, but the zoo was a wreck. No one should even be here.

“Elise.”

Her face reddened. Her mouth moved again, and she managed to say, “Bomb.”

Jonah understood that word. He grabbed up his flashlight and spun to shine it in the direction she’d pointed. Taped to the underside of the grimy desk, it was no bigger than the lockbox for a handgun.

He swiped Elise from the floor, lifting her body easily the way he’d done plenty of times in his mom’s pool. He burst from the office door into the night, vaulting the steps.

The building behind them exploded in a
boom
and a rush of flames.

TWO

T
he man dived and rolled, taking Elise with him. Aside from the bomb—which to be fair, was a pretty major distraction—she just couldn’t think of this man as being her Jonah. He didn’t look like Jonah, he didn’t sound like Jonah and he certainly didn’t smell like Jonah. Elise had spent years with animals and a boy, and Jonah didn’t smell like anything she recognized. He smelled...like a man.

Tucked against him, she could only hold on as they turned over and over against the ground. Pain stabbed across her back and she yelled, even as she felt the heat of the flames on her face. Smoke choked the clean air from her lungs. The night sky flashed orange and they came to a stop.

Emergency sirens filled the air and people yelled. Boots pounded the ground to where they lay. Elise lifted her chin until she could see Jonah’s face. He didn’t say anything. He just stared down at her, a mix of disbelief and some of the warmth she remembered.

“Hi, Jonah.”

The warmth dissipated. “Now you’re going to acknowledge me?”

It was like being doused with ice water. “There was a bomb.” Hadn’t that been more important than their reunion? It’d been more important than the pain on her back.

Elise pushed away from him. She’d thought they were having a moment, but apparently not. The movement took her breath away.

He got up. “Are you okay?”

She shut her eyes and lay back, sucking air through her nose. How hard had that guy hit her? The world rotated and she put her hand to her forehead. She didn’t want Jonah feeling sorry for her out of guilt, but he already knew she was hurt. What was the point in pretending?

“What happened, Elise? Why were you on the floor? What are you even doing here?”

Elise opened her eyes. “Someone in the office. Hit in the back. Job.”

He frowned. “You’re the new zookeeper?”

Two EMTs ran up, setting bulky bags beside her. Elise tried to answer their questions. It was hard to find a single thought, let alone string two together. All the while Jonah stood there.

People walked up and spoke to him, uniformed cops and stern-faced men—and one woman—with silver star-shaped badges on their hips.

Jonah nodded to them. “Yes. Get on that.”

The badge people all strode off.

From the look of things, Jonah was someone important. His blond hair was still military short, highlighting his high-set cheekbones and steel-gray eyes. That much remained of the guy she’d known, his features so much like his brother’s. The same features bequeathed to her son, so that she’d had to see them every single day of Nathan’s life, forced to remember everything she’d lost.

Jonah’s T-shirt was overlaid with a black bulletproof vest. The gun on his hip and the badge on his belt only solidified the air of authority he’d always carried. Even in high school, years before he joined the marines, he’d been that way.

She lifted her eyes to his face, to where the man who had once been her best friend, her husband’s brother, now stared angrily down at her.

Nathan’s uncle.

Why had she thought she could escape the reckoning that was only inevitable when Jonah found out he had a nephew? Maybe it was the real reason she was here—more than just Nathan’s college tuition. Her son did need to know his relatives.

Or Jonah, at least. His mom—Nathan’s grandma—was a different story. As was Elise’s mom, and her brother.

Jonah shook his head. “What on earth is going on, Elise? I was chasing Fix—”

“My brother?”

Jonah sighed. “He ran into the zoo and disappeared, and then I found you on the floor.” He swiped his hands down his face.

Fix had always been wild. Quick to break any rule imposed upon him. But he’d still been her brother, and being estranged from both him and her mother all these years didn’t stop Elise from feeling the pang of grief knowing he was a criminal.

Fix had to be in big trouble if cops were after him.

If it wasn’t for the influence of the Rivers brothers—Jonah and his brother, her husband, Martin—Elise might very well have ended up walking the same path as Fix.

But for the grace of God.

Every single part of her past had intruded today. She half expected Jonah’s mother to walk in the zoo any moment now, just so she could look disapprovingly at Elise one more time.

Elise shook off the bizarre thought and said, “There was a man in the office, but it wasn’t Fix. He stole my keys and some files.” It made no sense. “The gate doesn’t even lock, and he took my keys.”

Jonah crouched beside her. “Did the man you saw plant this bomb?”

The EMT jerked, as though hearing the word spoken aloud was entirely different from witnessing an explosion.

“If he did, it was before he searched the place.” She waited a moment for her brain to catch up. “I’m surprised there was even anything in the office to find, given how much of a mess this place is in. Nathan went...” The breath left her lungs in a rush.

Jonah frowned. He looked like he was waiting for her to finish.

Elise looked around. Where was Nathan? He must have seen the explosion. And there were cops everywhere.

A man called out, “Hey, Jonah. I think your radio is busted. We found this kid hanging around.”

Elise craned her neck to look while Jonah strode toward two marshals walking Nathan between them. Her son’s hands were pulled behind his back.

She grabbed the EMT’s arm. “Help me up.” He looked at her like she was crazy, but Elise ignored it as she pulled on his shoulder. He raised her to her feet. Trying not to breathe so much that it hurt, she strode over to the marshals holding her son. “Let him go.”

“Elise—” Jonah held out a hand, halting her when she would have gone to Nathan. “Stay out of this. Unless you’re going to tell me it has something to do with your brother.”

Eyes on Jonah, Elise pointed a finger at her son, showing Jonah the stern
mom
face that made Nathan listen even when he didn’t want to clean his room. “You let him go.”

Jonah said, “Elise—”

“Mom, they think I planted a bomb.” Her son’s voice wavered.

Jonah’s eyes flashed wide. “Mom?”

Who else did Jonah think the kid belonged to? It shouldn’t have been that much of a stretch. They both had the same build, the same steel-gray eyes.

“Nathan and I don’t have anything to do with your search for my brother.” There was no way she would let this new cop version of Jonah tie them up in his business. “We arrived in town this morning. The fact we’re here tonight is only a coincidence. We have nothing to do with my brother, or what happened here. Let. Him. Go.”

* * *

Jonah looked from Elise, to the teen and back. Steeling himself for the answer, he said, “Is this your son?”

She nodded.

“Is he my nephew?”

The team as a whole shifted in reaction to his question, though Jonah didn’t think anyone but someone who worked with them day in and day out would have noticed their reaction.

No one moved. Surrounded by his coworkers, cops and emergency services personnel he knew and who knew him, Jonah waited for Elise to finally tell him the whole truth.

It seemed like an eternity of agony before Elise said, “Yes.”

Tears filled her eyes. Jonah couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had a nephew he hadn’t even known about? First, Elise had walked out days after Martin’s funeral—before Jonah had even managed to get home. Now he was finding out she’d been pregnant?

Why hadn’t she ever bothered to tell him she’d had Martin’s baby? Never told his mom she was a grandma?

Fury burned inside him. She must have seen it, because she winced.

“Elise—”

“No! Don’t you dare blame this on me, Jonah.” She looked at him as though he was little more than a stranger. Evidently whatever familiarity they’d had years ago was gone now.

The dark green button-down shirt had a wild-animal sanctuary logo on it and matched her green pants, held up by a corduroy belt with empty holders and a broken key chain. She certainly wasn’t a kid anymore. But just like back then, his heart caught at the sight of her.

Why did he suddenly want to sit her down and ask her how she’d been?

To cover the slip, he turned to Hanning and Shelder. Eric looked like a male model, while Hailey had wild red hair and was a cute tomboy. The lovebirds made an interesting pair. They were also very good at what they did.

“Let the kid go.”

The young man passed Jonah, looking up at him with his brother Martin’s silver eyes. Elise had always called them steel gray, but Martin’s had possessed a light that Jonah had never seen anywhere else. Until this kid—almost a man, really.

He had Jonah’s lanky body—except that it was actually Martin’s, not his. He shouldn’t forget that. Still, the long arms and legs were familiar enough that he knew Nathan had trouble finding clothes that fit his limbs. Length might’ve helped on a basketball court, but Jonah had found it also meant he had trouble with coordination the rest of the time.

Nathan’s hair was styled to sweep across his forehead and fall over his eyes. Jonah was just old enough to find the fact that his nephew probably used styling product in his hair mildly hilarious.

The kid shot him a slightly curious, dirty look, and walked to his mom.

Jonah focused on his team. “Get Parker and Ames. I want the whole zoo searched. We need to find Fix, but keep an eye out for the man who attacked Elise. I’ll get you a description.”

His female teammate smirked, tipping her head to one side. “Elise?”

Jonah sighed. “Elise Tanner, this is Deputy Marshal Hailey Shelder, who was just leaving, and her fiancé, Deputy Marshal Eric Hanning, who is going with her.”

Hailey rushed past him. Jonah turned just in time to see her shake hands with Elise. Hailey practically bounced up and down on her boots. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

Jonah rolled his eyes, his gaze landing on Eric. He shrugged as if asking,
What are you going to do?

Jonah knew exactly what. “Shelder. Don’t you have a search to do?”

Hailey snapped her boots together and saluted. “Yes, boss.” Eric laughed and the two of them strode away to do something other than nose into Jonah’s personal life.

His gaze strayed to Elise. “You’ll need to give a statement. Whatever you can tell the police about the man who attacked you is going to help us.”

He believed her when she’d said she didn’t know the man who attacked her, but her brother could just as easily have been the one who planted the bomb—a pretty good distraction for the marshals chasing him, if he’d had the time to plan it out. Elise could be just another statistic of the victims hurt by Fix Tanner’s actions.

Too bad it had to be her.

Why had she come back? The thought that she could be in on Fix’s scheme entered his mind, but Jonah dismissed it almost immediately. He was paid to consider all the variables, but he knew Elise wouldn’t lie to him. There was just no way.

Except he didn’t really know her anymore, did he? Even if they’d been friends for years before he’d come home to his brother’s grave and Elise gone. The teenage kid in front of him proved how long it had been. Could he trust her now?

“You said you’re here looking for Fix?”

Jonah shifted and showed her where it said US MARSHALS on the back of his vest. “You’re in the middle of a manhunt, Lise.” She stiffened, but she needed to know the truth of who Fix Tanner was now. “Do you know where your brother is?”

“I haven’t seen my brother in...” She faltered. “As long as it’s been since I’ve seen you. I’m telling the truth. We only arrived in town today.”

The kid glanced between them. “Mom?”

Elise sighed. “Fix Tanner is my brother. Your uncle.”

“And this guy?” The kid motioned to Jonah.

He folded his arms across his chest. “I’m the one who’s going to bring Fix Tanner in for his scheduled court appearance.”

It was Elise’s turn to sigh. “Nathan, this is your other uncle. Your father’s brother, Jonah.”

Jonah blinked. “His name is Nathan?”

Elise glanced at him like he was an irritant. “You know I loved your father, too. There wasn’t much else I could give him, so I named his grandson after him.”

He couldn’t breathe. He only blinked, trying to comprehend her naming her son after his paternal grandfather. His dad had adored little Elise, and she’d felt the same way. There’d never been a steady father figure in her life. And now there wasn’t one in Nathan’s—unless Jonah could change that.

The teenager shook his head. “I don’t...I don’t even know what I’m supposed to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, honey.”

Jonah nodded, thinking the same thing. “It’s not a big deal, kid.” There was time enough for them to process this and everything else that had happened tonight.

Elise spun to him, a look of horror on her face.

Jonah shrugged, but that only made it worse. He and Nathan could talk later. Now was not the time, when the police were waiting to take Elise and Nathan’s statements about the intruder and the bomb, and Jonah had to get back to the hunt for Fix. What did she think he’d meant?

Elise shifted. She groaned as if she was in pain. Nathan caught her, which made her cry out louder. He looked at Jonah, fear on his face. Jonah was already there, supporting Elise as they lowered her to the cracked concrete.

“I’m okay. I just couldn’t catch my breath.”

“You need to get checked out at the hospital.” The EMT’s face was somber. “I think you might have done serious damage to your back.” The guy already had her arm in a tight pressure cuff, not wasting any time. She pulled at the tab to detach its hold on her bicep.

Jonah crouched and stilled her fingers, refusing to register how cold she was. Probably shock. Did he have a blanket in his truck? The EMT produced one before he could even think it through.

“Go with them. We need to know what happened if we’re going to find your brother. I’ll let my team know what’s going on and meet you there.”

Elise tried to sit up. “What?”

Jonah stood. “I’m coming to the hospital. Until I figure out what just happened, you don’t go anywhere without a police escort.”