Saved by the Blizzard: A romantic winter thriller (Tellure Hollow Book 2) Read Free Page B

minute, no, the second this was all cleared up I’d sit her down and tell her everything. It was the least I could do.
    I’m not sure how long I ended up sitting there, but it started to feel like Liz had been gone for some time. Maybe she’s having trouble finding Walt? Maybe he went to be with family at the last minute? I paced around the cell, almost laughing with how stereotypical the movement was.
    There was a bit of a commotion down the hall out of sight, elevated voices echoing against the walls. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but the tone spoke of urgency and a bit of panic. Shuffling footsteps approached and I expected to see Walt’s angry face turn the corner. Instead, I was confronted with Rick’s.
    His arm was slung over another policeman’s shoulders. Blood trickled down from a large gash on his forehead, nearly matching the one he’d given Liz a few days before. A broad sneer spread across his face as his eyes landed on me. He quickly assessed the situation and obviously thought he had the upper hand standing on the other side of those bars. To be honest, I was thankful they separated us. They were probably the only thing stopping me from lunging straight for his throat.
    “Alright, you just take it easy here, Steve. We’re gonna try and get hold of Linda and see if she can come take a look at ya,” the new cop said. He helped Rick sit down on a bench a little way down the hall from my cell. The cop, a blond guy who didn’t look a day older than eighteen, squinted as me as he walked past. Aside from a few drunk and disorderlies, I’m sure these cells were rarely used.
    I stood in the middle of cell listening to the footsteps disappear down the hallway, my eyes locked on Rick. When the cop was out of earshot, I spoke. “Steve, huh?”
    Rick leaned back against the wall, crossed his arms and cocked his head. “That’s right, Steve. It’s my name.” I would’ve given just about anything to wipe that smirk off his face.
    “Steve,” I repeated through gritted teeth.
    “Yeah, if you can just hold on a second.” He held up his finger while digging through his jean pockets. “I just have a phone call I need to make.”
    I turned my back in disgust, not willing to let this asshole see that he was getting to me in any way. Unfortunately, I couldn’t help but listen to his side of the conversation.
    “Hey man...no, I ran into a bit of a complication. I’m actually at the police station now looking at the creep that jumped you.” I spun around in surprise. He was talking to Noah. The smirk grew into a full smile as he continued. “Yeah, he went after me, too. Barely got away with my life,” he said, flashing his teeth at me. “Listen, I know you’re probably with your family and all but would you mind coming—oh great, good. Then I’ll see you soon.” He slipped the phone back in his pocket and crossed his ankle over his knee. “You were saying?”
    I should’ve just ignored him. I should’ve laid back down on that hard bench, closed my eyes, and forgotten the guy existed. A part of me thought I could talk a little sense into him, or at least figure out a way to get him to leave Liz alone. All the background information she’d told me should come to some use. I opted to pose a question that’d been bothering me for a couple days.
    “I couldn’t care less about how you managed to get out of jail, but how—”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never been to prison,” he interrupted. The guy was good. Well-aware that the police could be listening, he was smart enough to stick to the story. He gingerly touched the blood on his forehead, rubbing the liquid between his fingers before wiping it on his jeans.
    “Right, Steve .” I looked him straight in the eye, “How did you find her, exactly?”
    “We have a connection, wasn’t difficult,” he said flippantly.
    “The other night at the party, Noah said he called you. Given what I know now, that