Gone Too Deep (36 page)

Keep reading for an excerpt from the final book in the Search & Rescue series

It was almost May, and it was still snowing. Daisy made a face at the fat flakes clinging to the window. It wasn't like she had to go out into the snow, but she hated that it drove everyone else
inside
. With her neighbors sheltering against the cold, her own special version of reality television had been reduced to what she could see through the windows of the few houses in her line of sight.

There was no use whining about it, though. It would have to do until spring finally came to the Rockies.

She peered through the curtain of snow at the house directly across the street from hers. It looked like most of the Storvicks were in their family room, watching a movie. Only the oldest son, Corbin, was missing. Daisy spotted him through one of the upstairs windows, talking on a cell phone while pacing his bedroom. From the way he yanked on his hair with his free hand, there was more drama happening between him and the tall, redheaded girl who visited his house on an off-again/on-again basis.

As she watched the teenager end the call by throwing his phone against the wall, Daisy leaned closer to the window, making a mental note to tell Chris that Corbin and his girlfriend were fighting again. Last time they'd split, Corbin had spray-painted misspelled epithets on the girl's garage door. Daisy wasn't sure why his girlfriend had taken him back after that. Maybe Corbin was a good apologizer.

Since the teen had crammed in his earbuds and thrown himself on his bed, Daisy figured he'd be moping for at least a few hours. With the excitement at the Storvick house over for the night, she checked out Ian Walsh's place. To her disappointment, the new shutters had been closed, blocking her view.

The window coverings and the girlfriend had been installed around the same time. Although she was happy that Ian had found someone, those shutters had put a definite damper on any vicarious thrills. Firefighter Ian Walsh had been in the habit of walking around in nothing but boxer briefs, and Daisy missed her personal Chippendales show.

The house to the right of the Storvicks', 304 Alpine Lane, was empty and had been for almost eight months. The for-sale sign was looking a little faded, especially with the frosting of new, bright-white snow lining the top. Daisy wished someone would move in soon and give her one more channel of neighbor TV. It looked like tonight's entertainment would be a book or the internet, neither which excited her.

With a resigned sigh, she started to turn away from the window, but a movement in her peripheral vision brought Daisy's focus back to the empty house. She squinted through the falling snow. There might have been a flicker of motion by the back corner of the house, but the darkness and the veil of snow made it hard to see. As her gaze traveled over the shadowed edges of the yard, she shivered and wrapped her arms around her middle. Without any moonlight, the forest on the far side of Number 304 disappeared into absolute blackness. Anything or anyone could be lurking just past the treeline, and Daisy would never know.

Dragging her gaze away from the encompassing darkness, she forced herself to leave her window seat.

“No more horror movies for you,” she muttered under her breath. Ever since her friend, Chris, had told her about the headless body found in a nearby reservoir a few months ago, Daisy had been even more on edge than usual. As she scanned her bookcase for something light and funny to read, Daisy couldn't help shooting a wary glance at the window. There were dangerous, terrifying things in the world beyond the safe walls and locked doors of her home. She knew this all too well. If she let herself dwell on those horrors, though, the nightmares would get even worse.

Picking one of her comfort reads, Daisy sat on her bed with her back toward the window. As she started on the first chapter, she was quickly lost in the book, and Daisy was almost able to shove away any worries about the unknown dangers creeping around outside her safe haven.

Almost.

* * *

Daisy recognized the knock, but she still pushed the intercom button. Messing with Chris was one of her few pleasures in life.

“May I help you?”

“Dais. Let me in.” He sounded crabby. That was unusual.

“Is that how you announce yourself? Shouldn't you be shouting, ‘Sheriff's Department' or something?”

“I'm not serving a warrant.” Chris was
definitely
cranky. “If you don't let me in right now, you're not getting your very heavy present.”

“Present?” She hit the button to unlock the exterior door. “Why didn't you say so? You know ‘present' is the magic word.” Tipping her head close to the wood panel, she listened for the dull thud of the outer door closing and the click of the lock reengaging. Once it was secure, she opened the four dead-bolt locks and two chains as quickly as possible. Finally yanking open the interior door, she grinned when she saw the big box Chris was carrying.

“Out of the way,” he grunted, walking forward so she was forced to retreat a few steps. As soon as he was through the doorway, she closed the interior door, careful not to look at the outer one. Just the sight of that flimsy barrier between her and the outside world made her dizzy.

After refastening the locks, she turned toward her gift and its bearer. Chris had set the box on the kitchen floor and returned to the door to remove his boots. As Daisy hurried toward the mystery box, she stepped on a chunk of melting snow. With a yelp, she hopped over the remainder of what Chris had tracked in.

“I think the cows already escaped,” she said, watching through the arched doorway between the kitchen and the entry as he pulled off his boots.

He blinked up at her. “What?”

“Closing the barn door? Boots? Snow on the floor?”

With a snort, he unzipped his coat. “You're a strange one, Daisy May.”

“You do know that's not my middle name, right?”

“Sure.” He offered her a crooked grin. His bad mood seemed to have disappeared as soon as he was inside. “
Daisy May
is just more fun to say than
Daisy Josephine
.”

“If you say so.” She curled her fingers under the box's cardboard flaps and looked at Chris, waiting anxiously for his okay to open it. When he waved a hand, smile tugging at his mouth, she flipped them over, revealing a sheet of bubble wrap. Pushing it aside, she spotted the flesh-colored torso and shrieked with excitement. “Grapple Man!”

Wrapping her arms around the dummy, she pulled him out of the box, scattering packing material as she did so. He was heavier than she expected, probably about fifty pounds, and Daisy grunted as she hoisted him upright. Looking at Chris, she saw he was wearing a proud grin.

“This is awesome, Chris! If I didn't have my arms full of this marvelous specimen of fake manhood, I would hug you so hard! Where'd you get him?”

“The Department upgraded, so I snagged this one for you.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “He needed a new sparring partner, and I figured you could use a training buddy for times when I'm not here.”

Distracted for a second by the way Chris's biceps bulged, stretching the tan fabric of his uniform shirt, it took a moment for his answer to penetrate. “He's the best present ever. Thank you, Chris.” She hugged the dummy, since the man she really wanted to hug was several feet away and didn't always accept physical affection gracefully. “I shall call him…Maximillian. Unless…” Daisy looked over the dummy's shoulder so she could see Chris. “Did you guys already name him?”

Smirking, he shook his head.

“Huh.” Bending her knees, she heaved Max over her shoulder into a fireman's carry. “How could you have worked with him for
years
without naming him? It's unnatural.”

“Unnatural? Naming some dummy you're about to kick in the face is what's unnatural. I'll get him, Dais.” Chris reached to take Max, but Daisy spun out of reach, tottering slightly before catching her balance.

“We're good.” She patted Max's behind as she headed for the training room. “I can't wait to practice my kicks on him. With the bag, I never know if I'm landing them in the right spot. Did I mention that this is the best gift
ever
?”

“I think you did a couple of times.” He followed her through the doorway.

“Well, thank you again.” She eyed the hook dangling from a chain next to the heavy bag. “That should be a good height for Mr. Max, don't you think?”

“Looks about right.” Chris maneuvered the dummy so the ring at the back of his neck slid onto the hook. Max's feet almost touched the ground.

“Perfect.” Eyeing her new piece of training equipment, Daisy excitedly bounced on her toes before turning back to Chris. “He's so great.
You
're so great. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

She couldn't stop herself from reaching to hug him, but he dodged and grabbed her outstretched hands instead. Although she felt the usual dart of hurt, Daisy's delight in Max was too great to be squashed so easily. She squeezed his hands, instead.

“You're, uh, welcome,” he said, glancing away. Ever since she'd given into a moment of impulsive stupidity and tried to kiss him a few months earlier, awkward moments had occurred between them on a regular basis. Daisy hated that.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, releasing his hands and turning toward the doorway. “I can make us some lunch.”

“That's okay.” He followed her out of the training room. “I'll just swing by my house and grab something quick.”

Disappointment settled over her, and she fought to keep her smile. “Since you used your break to bring me my new favorite man, the least I can do is feed you. Plus, then you can fill me in on all the latest Simpson gossip.”

“Gossip?” he grumbled. “I don't gossip. I'm with the Sheriff's Department, not Fire.”

Daisy laughed. “If we call it ‘important local news,' instead, will you tell me the latest on the hermit guy's new girlfriend?”

Although his affable smile stayed in place, a shadow darkened his expression for just a second before he reached for his coat. “Sorry, Dais. No time. Got to keep Field County safe from jaywalking tourists and vagrant bighorn sheep. I'll stop by on one of my days off so we can train.”

“Sure? There are leftover crab cakes from last night. Not to toot my own crustacean-cooking horn, but they're pretty tasty.”

His smile widened, but he didn't pause as he pulled on his boots. “I'll have to try them another time.”

“Okay.” Daisy watched as he unfastened the multiple locks. Although she wanted to push him again to stay, it would just make her seem lonely and desperate. “Thanks again for Max.”

“You're welcome again.” With a final crooked smile, he was gone.

And she was alone once more.

* * *

Sweat ran in her eyes, making them sting. Her knee connected with Max's outer thigh. If he'd been a real boy, the nerve strike would've rendered that leg useless for a while. Moving back, she practiced front and side kicks until her legs were noodle-y, and then moved to punches and palm-heel strikes.

When her wrapped hands felt too heavy to lift, she leaned against Max and gasped for breath. He swung away from her weight, so she wrapped her arms around his middle to stabilize them both. When she realized how they must look, Daisy gave a breathless laugh and forced her body to straighten.

“You really are the perfect man, Max,” she said, patting his belly. “I wake you up at two in the morning, beat you to a pulp, and you're still willing to cuddle. How many men would be willing to put up with that?” A certain deputy sheriff came to mind, but she pushed the thought away before she got mopey. Looking down, she made a face as she pulled her sweat-soaked tank away from her skin. “Now I'm disgusting and need a shower. Good night, Max. Thanks for letting me assault you.”

The stairs loomed in front of her, mocking her with their steepness. Daisy wished she'd left a little juice in her leg muscles for the climb. With a whimper that almost made her glad no one else was within earshot, she forced her wobbly quads to lift high enough for her feet to clear each step.

She stopped in her room to get clean pajamas. As she passed the front window, the one she referred to as her “TV screen,” she stopped and moved closer. There was a Sheriff's Department SUV parked at the curb in front of the Storvicks' house.

“Corbin, you budding little psycho,” she muttered. “What did you do this time?”

Forgetting her aching legs, she scurried over to turn off the overhead light and then returned to her window seat. All the windows in the Storvicks' house were dark, and Daisy frowned. Had the deputy not gone up to the house yet? She'd been expecting shouting parents and a crying Corbin, not the current sleepy silence.

No one was in the driver's seat of the SUV, though, so the deputy had to be somewhere. Maybe Corbin hadn't done anything to his ex-girlfriend after all. She looked around the area. Despite her immediate assumption that Corbin was the reason for the deputy's visit, the squad SUV was actually parked closer to the for-sale house than the Storvicks'. Daisy thought of the movement she'd seen the other night, and she wondered if there was a homeless person living there. The deputy could be responding to a trespassing call.