The Cabin. Carla Neggers

did, grabbing her parka but not bothering to put it on. One of them would call Jack Galway. Jim, Davey, Susanna. Jack wouldn’t stand by while a woman he’d put in prison, a corrupt fellow officer of the law, slipped into the neighborhood where his wife and daughters were living. It didn’t matter what was going on between him and Susanna. He’d be on the next plane out of San Antonio the minute he found out.

      Alice pushed out the door into the cold night. There was a time when she’d wanted to stick it to Jack Galway for what he’d done to her, when she’d have been happy to think he was worried sick about his family because of her.

      That wasn’t what this was about, she told herself. Revenge was pointless. This was about money for Australia and her new beginning.

      Not that it’d make any difference to Jack Galway, Texas Ranger, but it did to her. She had a higher purpose in mind.

      If he was about to find out she was up here with his wife and daughters, Alice couldn’t fool herself. There were no two ways about it. The squeeze was on, and she was running out of time.

      Six

      On the drive to the San Antonio airport, Sam Temple tried to talk Jack into calling Susanna and telling her he was on his way. “She’s the crack of dawn type,” Sam said. “She’ll be up.”

      Jack shook his head. “I’m not arguing with her.”

      They were in Sam’s slick car, the beautiful early morning doing nothing to improve either man’s mood. “You don’t argue,” Sam said. “You say, ‘Suze, babe, I’m coming to Boston whether you like it or not.’”

      “That’d work,” Jack said dryly.