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She wondered if Jim had faith in God. Maybe he considered the Lord to have saved him, as this could have been much worse than it was. “Let’s get him up, and we can head out.”
They weren’t going to have a fun time all squashed in the back row in the sheriff’s vehicle, but it wouldn’t be forever. She would drive as fast as she could to the nearest hospital. But first, she texted Maizie for the closest medical facility and told her that their prisoner had been winged so the teen wouldn’t worry that something more serious had happened.
Pilsborough went outside first, and Destain helped Jax with Jim.
Kenna followed Jax’s friend, scanning as she moved. “We won’t get anywhere fast in this weather.”
“Maybe we should stick here, hold out and go in the morning.” Pilsborough glanced back. “He won’t bleed out.”
Kenna said, “They already found us once.”
“She’s right,” Jax said from the doorway. “We can’t stay in one place. We need to keep moving.”
As they crossed the clearing, Kenna noticed something amiss.
Pilsborough reacted first. “Tiresare slashed.”
She jogged around to the driver’s door of the SUV and stepped over the dead guy. “Keys in the ignition here!”
Pilsborough opened the rear door so they could help Jim climb in. Kenna adjusted the front seat and started the engine, getting the rearview adjusted so she’d be able to see if anyone followed them. First, she would have to turn around in this small area, in heavy snow. The other alternative was to back up all the way down the lane to the main road.
The doors all shut, Pilsborough leaned in the open front passenger door. “Hit that button, open the back.” He motioned to it, then sprinted back to the cabin.
The marshal emerged a minute later with the unconscious gunman over his shoulder. He deposited the guy in the back.
“Got some way to tie him up?”
“Yeah,” Pilsborough called out. “There’s supplies back here.” His tone was tight.
What kind of supplies?
He got in the front and hit the button to lower the back hatch.
Kenna shivered at the cold air and cranked the heater. “What supplies?”
“Let’s just get going, yeah?”
Kenna put the SUV in Reverse.Here goes nothin’. Maybe the fact she drove RVs, trailers, and campers regularly would help.
Please, Lord.
She didn’t want to be the woman who couldn’t three-point turn in the snow, even though it definitely wouldn’t be her fault.
“Anytime.” Pilsborough glanced over.
Kenna found a dial for four-wheel drive and decided on that. She eased the SUV past the sheriff’s departmentcar, rapidly being covered in snow, and reversed behind it while she turned. Drive. Left turn onto the lane.
Easy-peasy.
Her phone rang. She tucked it on the dash and put the call on speaker. “Got me an address?” Maizie would put it together that the others could hear her. Though, Pilsborough didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was rummaging through the glove box looking at papers.
“I’m sending it now.”
Pilsborough frowned.
“Thanks.”
“All good?” Maizie asked.