Page 68 of The Hero She Loves

“You’re safe now,” Jenna said. “I’m US Marshal Jenna Sheridan. What are your names?”

“Phil and Brenda Cochran,” the man said.

“Okay, Phil and Brenda.” Jenna’s voice was low and soothing. “Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of you. Can you tell me who did this?”

“A man.” Phil swallowed. “Um, he was tall, fit, had brown hair.”

“Red,” Brenda added, her voice thin and still shaky. “His hair was reddish-brown.”

“He’s a fugitive that we’re tracking.” Park checked the man’s head. “Looks like you need some stitches, Phil.”

“He was so…frightening,” Brenda said. “His eyes were cold.” She shivered.

The pair were lucky to be alive.

“What did he want?” Jenna asked.

Phil swallowed. “He took some food, my hunting knife, and our vehicle.”

Jenna cursed. “What model car? What color? What’s your number plate?”

“It’s a Toyota 4Runner. Blue.” Phil rattled off his plate.

Jenna pulled out the phone. “I need to relay the information to Owen.”

“Go,” Park said.

She stepped outside and he heard the murmur of her voice.

“Marshal Sheridan is going to call in help,” Park told the couple. “You’re safe now.”

Brenda grabbed Park’s hand. For the first time in ages, he didn’t yank his hand back.

“You’ll capture him? You’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else?”

“Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

“You look like a man who keeps your promises.”

Park nodded.

There was a rustle of nylon and Jenna stepped back inside. “They finished repairs and the helicopter is coming this way. The state troopers have the details for the 4Runner and have put out a BOLO alert.”

Park met her gaze. “Good. Let’s chase his ass down.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Even with the headset on, the rhythmicthumpof the helicopter rotors echoed in her ears.

Jenna scanned the road below for Olson and the blue Toyota.

Nothing.

Where the hell was he?There weren’t loads of roads around this area of Alaska. Frustration cut through her. He could be hiding somewhere. He could have hidden the SUV and was laying low.

She looked over at Owen and touched her headset. “Any word from the police or state troopers on the ground? Has anyone spotted Olson’s vehicle?”

Owen shook his head.