He shook his head. Now he was doing exactly what he accused her of doing—trying to figure out what happened with no evidence.
Noah wandered to the far side of the empty highway. He looked for footprints. Probably more than one person had been out here. Where were they?
Behind him, he heard the other door to the SUV open. Heard Amy’s intake of breath. Exactly what he hadn’t wanted her to see, that visible evidence of injury. Something to trigger another panic attack.
She’d done well to keep it together so far. He didn’t want to be the cause of something she wouldn’t be able to fight off. A rush of emotion that would slow them down.
Then he spotted something.
“Over here!”
He called out before he even realized what he’d done. Noah rushed to the sheriff’s deputy’s side, landing awkwardly on his knees because of the snowshoes. “Can you hear me?”
He patted the man’s cheek, not looking at the blood on his shoulder. The law officer seemed to have passed out, his shoulder bundled up by his jacket. Why leave the vehicle, though? Walking off to pass out in the snow didn’t seem like a good idea.
He drew his gun. Then he grabbed the uniformed man’s good arm and hauled the man onto his back. Noah stood up from his crouch and faced Amy. “Get back to the SUV. Try to find some keys.”
He followed her, carrying the man over his shoulder. Teeth gritted. Each footstep a prayer that he wouldn’t trip over the edge of one of these shoe-things and fall.
She got in the front seat. “You think someone is here, like, watching?”
He hauled open the back door. “Maybe.” Then laid the uniformed man on the back seat. Noah didn’t figure his chances were good if they didn’t get him to a hospital, or whatever passed for one in this town, and quick.
The engine cranked. Coughed, then turned over. He ran around to the passenger door and got in.
Amy tossed her snowshoes on the floor in the back and then threw the SUV in Drive.
“Go.”
She hit the gas. “Where?”
Noah looked around. He’d expected someone to come out of the woods and murder them. Leaving the officer for them to find like that… It didn’t make any sense.
“You think that was a trap?”
He nodded. She saw it out the corner of her eye as she drove toward the medical center, which was thankfully on this end of town.
“You think he’ll be okay?”
“I hope so.”
She knew he wouldn’t like it if a law enforcement person was killed. Not when his job here was protection. She was the one he was supposed to be keeping safe—and alive—but she knew firsthand how they felt about collateral damage. And how deeply they reacted to the loss of what they’d refer to as “one of their own.”
“If it was a trap,” she said, “wouldn’t they have waited for us to show up?”
“I’d have thought so.”
“Or hurt him.” She jabbed at the back seat with her thumb. “And taken his car?” Except they hadn’t, and now she was the one driving it. None of this made sense.
“Maybe that was the plan, and then they got called away. Like to the cabin. Could be we crossed paths—or we would have if we hadn’t been cutting across the forest in these snowshoes.” He put his with hers, in the footwell of the back seat.
“How are we supposed to figure out what the answer is?”
He shifted and pulled the cell phone from his back pocket. “Still no signal.”
“It’ll be a minute until we get closer to town. Unless you have the one carrier that literally gets zero signal no matter where in town you are.”
“That would be disappointing.” He lifted the radio from the dash. Keyed the mic. “This is Deputy Marshal Trent. Is someone there?”
Static was his only reply.
“Something is going on, right?” She gripped the wheel, concentrating on driving in her lane and not freaking out. “I’m not crazy. There’s a whole bunch of cartel guys running around these woods all looking for me. And now it’s worse.”
He sounded like he was talking through gritted teeth when he said, “Now it’s worse.”
Great. Amy bit her lip and nudged her foot down on the gas pedal. No. That wasn’t going to be good. She eased off for the corner, half worried they would come up against some kind of roadblock. A group of cartel members waiting with their weapons, ready to kill her.
But there was no one around the corner.
They saw no cars on the road all the way to town. At the medical center, a single car had been parked at the far end of the parking lot. Amy drove all the way up to the front doors and jumped out.
“I’ll carry him. You get them to bring a bed out.”
She nodded and ran to the front doors, leaving the driver’s door open. She pushed on the door and nearly fell inside. “Help! We need help! The sheriff has been shot!” She didn’t know if that was true, but it was probably what’d happened. He could be a deputy.
A nurse ran out, wary-eyed but ready to help. Black scrubs and a short pixie cut. She was probably in her fifties and had the build of a woman who watched what she ate and worked on her feet all day—but still loved to treat herself to dessert. “Where is he?” Amy waved at the door. “We need a gurney, or a stretcher, or whatever it’s called.”
The woman grabbed a phone from the empty reception desk and hit one button. “Bring a bed.” She replaced the receiver.
Amy said, “Is something going on?”
Before the woman could answer, Noah strode in hauling the lawman over his shoulder again.
A male in blue scrubs pushed a bed down the hall. Noah laid the lawman down. “It’s just the two of you?”
The woman’s full attention was on the man on the bed. “That’s Deputy Higgins.”
“Let’s get him in the back so we can check him out.” The man was younger and looked more scared than any of them.
Amy took a step back.
Noah glanced at her. “What is it?”
“They’ll take care of him. We should get out of their hair.”
Noah looked at the woman. “What’s going on?”
She took a step back on her white sneakers. “Everything is fine. She’s right, be on your way.” The pointed look she gave Noah wasn’t lost on Amy. She wanted them gone.
Amy turned to the door. Whatever was happening here, these people would fare a whole lot better if she left. Maybe if she’d never come in the first place that would have been best. But this was where the marshals had placed her. It had seemed like a nice quiet town to put down roots in, so she hadn’t objected.
Her eyes filled as she pushed the front door open again.
“Hold up.” Noah caught up to her.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he angled her out of the way.
“I go first.”
“Right.” She tried not to let the conflicting emotions bleed through to her tone but was pretty sure he caught all of it. He could probably read her like no one else ever had.