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  Mountain Ambush

  Reunions can be deadly

  Jamie Hendricks always believed her late father was innocent of murder...and now her uncle claims to have proof. But when she arrives in her hometown, her uncle has vanished—and someone wants her dead. Jamie’s ex-boyfriend, CIA agent Gavin Dalton, is the only person she trusts...even if he believes her dad killed his father. But can he help her uncover a deadly conspiracy that goes deeper than anyone expected?

  Gavin ran as fast as he could.

  More rounds exploded around him. One hit its mark.

  He yelled out in pain as the bullet seared into him.

  Jamie had turned at the sound of his scream. She hurried to his side.

  “We need to get out of sight before they reach the road.” He pointed to the wooded area on the opposite side of the street. In his condition, it might as well be on the other side of the moon. He wasn’t sure he could make it another foot.

  Blood soaked Gavin’s hand; his vision blurred. It was a struggle to keep from losing consciousness. He blinked hard and forced back the nausea.

  Behind them, he could hear the men. They’d reached the road.

  “Go ahead of me. Get to the house. Call for help.” His words slurred. He couldn’t hang on much longer.

  Jamie ignored what he said. She put her arm around his waist and helped him along as best she could. He winced in pain, his strength slowly ebbing away. They had to reach the house. It was their only chance. If he passed out now, it was all over...

  Mary Alford was inspired to become a writer after reading romantic suspense greats Victoria Holt and Phyllis A. Whitney. Soon, creating characters and throwing them into dangerous situations that tested their faith came naturally for Mary. In 2012 Mary entered the Speed Dating contest hosted by Love Inspired Suspense and later received “the call.” Writing for Love Inspired Suspense has been a dream come true for Mary.

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  Deadly Memories

  Framed for Murder

  Standoff at Midnight Mountain

  Grave Peril

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  Grave Peril

  Mary Alford

  Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.

  —Psalms 90:2

  To anyone facing an insurmountable mountain in their life. Know that God is with you through each step of the way.

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  EPILOGUE

  DEAR READER

  EXCERPT FROM FRAMED FOR CHRISTMAS BY JAYCEE BULLARD

  ONE

  The rain that had followed Jamie Hendricks from Louisville came down harder as she reached the Appalachians. The mountains had a way of attracting dramatic weather. Today was no different. Dark gray storm clouds gathered atop Darlan Mountain, obscuring it from view and spreading spindly fingers of fog throughout the valley below.

  Still, even in the growing darkness, the beauty of the mountains drew Jamie in, filling her with memories that were mostly good...until she thought about that horrible day.

  In spite of everything she’d done to deny it, this was home.

  Yet nothing about this trip was the heartwarming homecoming she’d longed for throughout the years.

  I know who killed Charles Dalton...

  Her uncle’s chilling words were her constant companion. She wouldn’t be here now if it hadn’t been for Uncle Paxton’s call.

  As soon as Jamie reached the sign for Darlan, Kentucky, at the city limits, she grabbed her cell phone. Once more, she tried to reach her uncle, like she had periodically since leaving Louisville. The lack of service surrounding the mountains did little to reassure her, and her uneasiness grew. Their last conversation dominated her thoughts, as did the fear she’d heard in his voice.

  “Where are you, Uncle Paxton?” Frustrated, Jamie tossed the cell phone on the seat beside her.

  As she drove down Main Street, the ugliness of the last year she’d spent here was everywhere around her. From Givens Grocery, where she’d first heard the whispers about her father’s guilt from patrons of the store, to the cold stares she’d received from her classmates at Darlan High School at the end of the road. Her father had been convicted of killing Charles Dalton even before a jury of his peers passed judgment.

  Losing her mother to cancer at five had been difficult, but watching her father being hauled away to prison for something he didn’t do was devastating. An only child, Jamie and her father had become inseparable after her mother’s death. Back then, she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it.

  It took everything inside Jamie not to turn the car around, ignore Uncle Paxton’s concerns and head back to Louisville, where she’d tried to keep the past buried for so long.

  Help me, Lord. I have to stay strong for my uncle.

  Even though she was exhausted beyond belief, Jamie didn’t make a single stop in town. Paxton needed her. She headed toward the county road that would lead up the mountainside to her family home, where he was waiting for her.

  A part of her prayed Uncle Paxton had finally found the evidence needed to clear her father’s name, while another part knew that, no matter what, the damage was written in stone. Her father’s conviction had destroyed so many lives, Noah’s included. And it had been the death knell for her future with Gavin.

  As she headed up Darlan Mountain, the rain seemed determined to play its part in the story of her return, just as it had the day long ago when she’d left town, thinking it would be for good. Back then, it had been as if the skies themselves were weeping right along with Jamie.

  Jamie switched the wipers to high as the downpour made it difficult to see. Fog descending from the mountaintop took away the rest of her visibility. It was as if she were driving blindfolded.

  Growing up, there had been half a dozen families living up on the mountain. With the decline of coal mining in the county in recent times, that number had shrunk to only two.

  Forced to slow the car’s speed to a snail’s crawl, Jamie passed the last house up the mountain before her family’s home.

  Don’t look, her heart urged, yet Jamie couldn’t help it. The Dalton home was dark save for a single light that appeared to be coming from the kitchen. Gavin was home, his reasons for returning to Darlan far worse than hers. He’d come back to bury his Grandmother Ava.

  When Uncle Paxton first told Jamie about Ava’s passing, she’d wanted to come home for the funeral, yet her last conversation with Gavin stood in the way. Ten years might have passed, but she hadn’t been able to get those ugly parting words out of her head. She’d pleaded her father’s innocence. Gavin hadn’t believed her. H
er seventeen-year-old heart had broken into a thousand pieces. In that same heart, Jamie had believed Gavin would not welcome her presence at Ava’s funeral.

  Edging around the side of the mountain, past the Dalton place, Jamie focused her entire attention on the limited view before her. Gavin was her past. She was here for her uncle.

  Jamie barely cleared the curve when a set of headlights suddenly appeared in her rearview mirror, taking her by surprise and temporarily blinding her. Up until now, she hadn’t seen a single soul since she’d reached Darlan.

  The lights continued to grow bigger as she squinted. The driver appeared to be speeding up, in spite of the road conditions. What was he thinking, going so fast around such a dangerous corner?

  Beyond the Dalton place, her family home was the only other house up on the mountain, and yet the vehicle continued to come on strong.

  By now, the driver should have seen her and slowed down.

  I know who killed Charles Dalton... Her last phone conversation with Uncle Paxton inserted itself into her thoughts, unwelcome.

  In the driver’s-side mirror, she was able to make out what appeared to be a monstrous SUV mirroring her every move. It wasn’t Uncle Paxton’s vehicle. He drove a truck.

  Someone was following her.

  Jamie reached for her cell phone again. But the service was nonexistent, and she wasn’t sure who she would try to call. Paxton wasn’t picking up, and the text message he’d sent soon after their final conversation warned her not to trust anyone from the sheriff’s department.

  Fear slithered into the pit of her stomach. She was on her own.

  The vehicle quickly closed the space between them to within a few feet of her car, and the lights turned on bright. The driver was deliberately trying to intimidate her.

  Jamie struggled to shut down the panic. If she wanted to survive, she’d have to figure a way out of this.

  Uncle Paxton’s worried declaration continued to niggle at her thoughts: I’m in real trouble, Jamie. I know who killed Charles Dalton, and because of it they’re coming after me!

  What had her uncle uncovered that had sent him into such a panic, and how was it connected to the person tailing her now?

  Jamie moved as close to the edge of the road as safely possible, hoping she’d misunderstood the driver’s intent and the vehicle would try to pass. It continued right on her bumper. She increased her speed. The SUV did the same. This was no misunderstanding.

  If what Uncle Paxton said were true, his life could be in danger.

  Red Plume Lane was just up ahead. If she could make it there, she could turn around and head back down the mountain. Hopefully get away before the driver tried something lethal. She didn’t dare take Red Plume, as it dead-ended not too far past the intersection.

  Jamie’s hands tightened on the wheel. She spotted the road up on her left.

  Please, Lord, help me...

  It was now or never. With all her strength, Jamie whipped the steering wheel to her left and spun the car around, sliding on the wet road and almost losing control.

  Somehow, she managed to keep the car from slipping off the road. Once it was straightened out, Jamie floored the gas and peered in her rearview mirror. She caught a glimpse of the vehicle turning around. The SUV was coming after her still. The other vehicle’s powerful engine raced closer. There was only one option left. If she could reach Gavin’s house, she knew—no matter what their past might be—he would help her.

  Jamie watched in horror as the SUV lurched forward, its headlights growing huge before it rammed into the back of her car, throwing her forward.

  She clutched the wheel tightly to keep the car from veering off the road. Her heart flew into her throat. The driver was deliberately trying to run her off the road.

  Even with the gas pedal on the floor, her car was no match for the powerful SUV. Before her brain had time to process what to do next, the vehicle smashed into her again, this time harder than before. Her head slammed against the steering wheel. For a second, Jamie thought she would black out.

  Her car swerved to the left and spun around. She fought to keep it on the road, but her efforts were futile as the car plunged nose first into the rain-filled ditch and the world around her blurred.

  While Jamie held on to consciousness by a thread, she was vaguely aware of the SUV rolling to a stop beside her. The driver’s door opened and she saw a man in khaki pants heading her way.

  With her heart pouring adrenaline through her body, Jamie squeezed her eyes closed. If she pretended to be unconscious, maybe he wouldn’t hurt her.

  The man stopped next to her and opened the door. He leaned down. She could feel him studying her and was terrified he’d finish what he started and kill her right then and there.

  “She’s out cold. Check the back. Maybe she has some of it with her.” He hit the trunk button and Jamie could hear it opening.

  “There’s nothing here,” a second man said, then closed the trunk with a slam. “Doesn’t look like he was ever with her. He’s still out there somewhere. We’d better find him and the stuff before he arrives.”

  The man hovering over her still hadn’t moved. Was he debating whether or not to kill her?

  “Let her be. We don’t need the hassle of covering up another murder. She didn’t see anything, and we need to get out of here. There’s a house down the mountain. They could have heard the noise.”

  After what felt like a lifetime, the man near her finally spoke. “Yeah, well, I hope you’re right about that because I know her.”

  It took everything inside of Jamie not to react to those terrifying words. She thought she recognized the man’s voice. He pretty much confirmed it.

  While she kept as still as her heart would allow, the man finally moved away. With her eyes shut tight, she heard the SUV turn around and head up the mountain. They were going to her house!

  We don’t need the hassle of covering up another murder. They’d killed someone else. Her thoughts went to Gavin’s father. Were these the men responsible for killing Charles? If so, then they were going after Uncle Paxton now.

  Even with the noise of the engine fading in the distance, Jamie was terrified to move. It was the thought of what would happen when those two came back and decided to finish the job that finally forced her into action. She had to get out of there. Had to find Paxton.

  Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her head ached. The world around her spun and her stomach threatened to heave. Squeezing her eyes closed, she waited until everything stopped spinning.

  Smoke billowed from the wasted engine of her car. She was stranded out here on this secluded stretch of road, and she had no idea when her attackers might return.

  As she struggled to free herself from the seatbelt, she felt blood oozing from a gash on her forehead. Her body ached from the jarring impact of the vehicle slamming into her.

  Once she’d freed herself, Jamie grabbed her cell phone and scrambled out of the car. She fought to keep from passing out as she waded through the almost knee-deep water in the ditch up to the road.

  The isolation of the area was far worse than she remembered. Her home was still a good mile up. With the vehicle out of commission, there was only one option left. She’d have to walk out.

  The no-service indicator on her phone did little to ease her mind. Without knowing what those men would do to her when they came back down the mountain, she couldn’t risk keeping to the road. She had to stay out of sight.

  While she thought about her best route to stay hidden, another set of headlights rounded the bend in the road some distance down from her. Someone else was coming!

  Jamie’s heart slammed against her chest. She searched the surrounding darkness for somewhere to hide. The mountainside was covered in trees. She raced across the road and into the woods there.

  The vehicle continued to advance at a much slower
pace than the one following her. As she watched, a beat-up truck came to a stop behind her car. She couldn’t see who was driving, and until she knew who it was, she wasn’t about to come out of hiding.

  It took a second for Jamie to regain her bearings. As a child, she’d played in these woods and knew them all by heart. As much as the idea of going to Gavin for help didn’t appeal to her, there was no doubt that she needed it. Those men had been looking for Paxton and something else. He’d told her he’d be waiting for her at the house. If those men found him there, she couldn’t imagine what they’d do to him.

  * * *

  Gavin Dalton pulled up as close behind the wrecked car as he could get, his headlights on bright. It sat nose first in a ditch, filled with water up to the floorboards. Smoke plumed from its engine. The driver’s door stood open. It didn’t look as if anyone was inside. Where had the driver gone?

  Today of all days, this was the last thing he needed. He’d heard the noise that sounded like vehicles colliding up the mountain, and his conscience wouldn’t let him not go to render aid.

  Barring the day he’d buried his father, today had been the worst day of his life. He’d had to say goodbye to his beloved Grandmother Ava. Even after seeing her in the casket, he still couldn’t believe his rock was gone. She’d practically raised him. He’d never really known his mother, since she’d died when he was still a baby, right up here on this same mountain. Her car had run off the road one winter’s day. It had been just Gavin, his dad and Ava for as long as he could remember.

  When he got the call that Ava had passed, it had floored him. Ava had suffered a massive heart attack while sitting out back on her favorite bench, no doubt watching the sunset over Darlan Mountain, as she had for going on seventy years.

  Gavin had been doing the same thing minutes earlier when he’d heard the crash.

  As a CIA agent, he’d seen a lot of bad things. His instincts just naturally veered toward trouble. Turned out, this time he was right.