Sealed with justice, p.1
Sealed with Justice, page 1
Sealed with Justice
A Christian K9 Romantic Suspense
Laura Scott
Copyright © 2022 by Laura Scott
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Dear Reader
Sealed with Strength
Chapter One
Kendra Pickett gently massaged her injured shoulder as she walked down the street in her old neighborhood located in Eagle, a suburb to the northeast of Boise, Idaho. The April weather was cool as dusk hovered on the horizon. She was on paid leave from her job as a trauma critical care nurse at a large hospital in Portland, Oregon. The past two years had been rough, first filing for divorce from her husband, then losing her young daughter to cancer. Finding God had been the only thing that had kept her from driving her car into the ocean, and she was grateful for her church friends.
Being forced to stay home had left her at loose ends, and she’d decided a change of scenery was in order. Her dad still lived in Eagle, and visiting with him was no hardship.
Yet coming home brought troubling memories to the surface. Losing her daughter to cancer had been the worst experience of her life, but her divorce from Dr. Don Walker, cheating surgeon extraordinaire, was a welcome relief.
The second worst experience of her life was when Zoey Barkley, her best friend in high school, had gone missing. The seventeen-year-old had been found twelve hours later in a cave on the other side of the creek, strangled to death. Twenty years later, Zoey’s murder remained unsolved.
At least, officially, it remained unsolved. Kendra knew Zoey’s former boyfriend, Hudson Foster, had killed her, but apparently, the Eagle police didn’t have any evidence to prove it. Hudson had claimed he was innocent, but everyone knew he had been in other fights, granted, mostly related to defending his drunken mother.
Even so, there was no denying Hudson had a temper. Plus, he’d left the state to join the military right after graduation. Running away, she’d thought sourly. To her knowledge, he hadn’t been back since.
It irked her that Hudson had gotten away with killing Zoey. It wasn’t right, and while she knew there was no statute of limitations on murder, it wasn’t likely that new evidence would come to light now, twenty years later.
Yet that hadn’t stopped her from asking questions around town, starting with the police station. So far, her efforts had been met with disdain. Feeling restless, she’d walked from her dad’s house down to the river, where she and Zoey had often hung out after school because Zoey hadn’t wanted to go home. Zoey’s dad had been the Eagle Chief of Police back then, and her brother, Andrew, had bossed Zoey around, making her do all the cooking and cleaning after their mother had passed away. As if those chores were beneath him.
Zoey and Kendra had enjoyed sitting at the creek. They would sit beneath the shelter of large trees, and in the winter, they’d often hide out in the cave.
The same cave where Zoey’s body had been found.
Kendra turned off the main road, heading over the hilly terrain to the creek. Maybe she’d been silly to come here at night, but she wasn’t afraid.
Nothing could hurt her anymore, not after she’d lost Olivia. Sweet, sweet Olivia.
Two years felt like another lifetime. She was grateful for the darkness as tears pricked her eyes. Brushing them away, she fought back the memories. She’d cried more in those months after losing Olivia than she had in her entire life.
Tears wouldn’t bring Olivia back. Zoey either. They were both with God now, along with her mother, Grace.
Kendra stood for a moment at the water’s edge, wishing she could talk to Zoey one last time. Zoey would have been there for her during Olivia’s year-long illness. Her friend would have supported her during the divorce too.
“What happened to you, Zoey?” Her voice echoed over the water.
“I’ve been asking that very same thing,” a deep male voice said.
Kendra spun around. She was so badly startled that she tripped over her own feet and hit the ground hard. Then she scrabbled backward to put distance between herself and the man and dog she could barely see standing within the shadows of the trees.
“Who’s there?” she asked, squinting through the darkness. So much for thinking she couldn’t be scared. Her heart was pounding so fast she thought she’d suffer an acute MI.
“It’s me. Hudd and my dog, Echo.” A tall, muscular man stepped out from the shadows, a large tan and brown German shepherd at his side. She gaped in surprise at seeing the man she’d just been thinking about.
“When did you get here?” Stupid question, but her brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
“Here at the creek? Or to Eagle?”
“Both.” She rose to her feet and crossed her arms defensively over her chest. Her shoulder hurt worse after hitting the ground, and she gritted her teeth against the pain. Lifting her chin, she stared at him. As a critical care nurse, she’d dealt with her fair share of arrogant surgeons. She’d learned to stand her ground, especially when it came to making sure her patients got the care they needed. Just because Hudson Foster seemed bigger, taller, and stronger than she remembered didn’t mean she was going to back down. Although the dog was enough to give her pause. For all she knew, he’d trained the animal to attack humans on command. “You have some nerve asking what happened to Zoey when you’re the only one who knows the truth.”
“Still beating that drum, huh, Kendra?” He shrugged and glanced off into the distance for a moment before turning back to face her. “I didn’t kill her. Had no reason to.”
His calm statement caught her off guard. Twenty years ago, he’d seemed desperate for people to believe him. Now, Hudson Foster appeared as if he couldn’t care less what people thought.
“Getting angry about Zoey dumping you and attending homecoming with Tristan Donahue is reason enough.”
“She tell you that?” Hudd shrugged again, his hand resting on the top of his dog’s head. “I was glad she went with Tristan. I had no intention of going to homecoming anyway.”
Kendra scowled, wondering if he’d spun this story over the years to cover his tracks. She reached up to massage her left shoulder, praying she hadn’t injured it worse. “Whatever. I know the truth.”
“You know nothing.” For the first time, the hint of anger she remembered from twenty years ago flashed in his eyes. Then it was gone, and he waved a hand toward the residential area behind them. “Echo and I will walk you home.”
“No thanks.” The last person she wanted to be seen with was Hudson Foster. She turned and was about to retrace her steps when Hudson unexpectedly emerged beside her, moving with the speed and stealth of a cougar. The dog had also moved without making a sound. She almost fell, but he grabbed her arm, holding her steady.
“We’ll walk you home.” He said the words as if they were a foregone conclusion.
“I’d rather go alone.” She shook off his hand, secretly surprised at his gentle touch. She’d expected brute force from a man with muscles on top of muscles.
Hudson’s current physique, even at the age of thirty-nine, made her ex look like a wimp.
And it was different from the way Hudson had looked twenty years ago. Obviously being in the military had changed him. Not that she was remotely interested in a man she knew had murdered her best friend.
“No.” Hudson’s voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It was all too familiar to the way Don had treated her at the end of their marriage.
“Yes. Please leave me alone.” She took a step away from him at the exact moment a shot rang out.
“Down!” Hudson reacted instinctively, reaching over to pull her down, placing his body over hers while pulling something from his waistband. The dog growled and hovered beside them. With her face plastered against the ground, she couldn’t tell what was going on, until she heard more gunfire. Much louder.
Coming from Hudson? Was he armed too?
What on earth had she gotten herself into?
Surprisingly, the gunfire had come from the direction of the residential neighborhood. Hudd couldn’t pinpoint an exact location, although he did his best to sweep his good eye over the area.
After he’d returned fire, he thought he’d heard a car engine, possibly the gunman leaving the scene. His hearing was more acute now that he’d lost the vision in his left eye. Their last SEAL op had gone sideways, and he’d been hit in the eye with a piece of debris. Thankfully, his right eye had been spared, and he wasn’t completely blind.
“Easy, Echo.” The dog calmed but still looked alert. Hudd stayed exactly where he was, covering Kendra’s slim body with his, refusing to assume they were safe. If he’d been the gunman, he’d have taken cover and waited for them to stand up before trying again.
Not that Hudson would have missed the first time. He’d been one of the bett
After several long moments, Kendra pushed at him. “Let me up. I can’t breathe!”
He knew his weight could be crushing her, so he shifted to the side but didn’t let up. “Stay down. I don’t know if the shooter is still out there.”
“You’re the shooter,” she accused. “I heard your gun go off.”
“In self-defense.” He was getting mighty tired of defending himself. Kendra had made it clear she thought he was guilty of killing Zoey, and normally that wouldn’t matter.
Except for some reason, it did. Especially coming from Kendra, a girl he’d secretly crushed on back in high school.
Only Kendra had dated Corey Robinson, the quarterback of the football team.
Whatever. What did that matter? No reason to dwell on stuff that happened twenty years ago. He continued scanning the area, searching for any sign of the gunman. Finally, he stood and offered a hand to Kendra. To his surprise, she took it. He pulled her to her feet, then quickly released her. He didn’t holster his weapon, preferring to keep it in hand. “Heel, Echo.”
The dog came to sit at his side.
“I don’t understand what happened,” she said with a frown. “Is someone trying to kill you?”
“I’m not sure if I was the target or you were.” He thought back to those last seconds before hearing the gunshot. “You moved away from me, remember? I think the bullet passed between us.”
“Me?” Kendra’s jaw dropped. “That’s impossible. I’ve only been here two days, why would someone shoot at me?”
“I don’t know.” Hudd didn’t like the situation one bit. He’d been in Eagle for almost a week, minus two days of traveling to Los Angeles and back, but he’d made sure not to be seen around town.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure why he’d announced his presence to Kendra. If he had stayed silent, she’d have never seen him and Echo.
Although if he hadn’t shown himself, she might already be dead.
He grimaced. This was why you didn’t play the what-if game. Better to focus on the situation as is. No point in trying to change the past.
“This way.” He pulled her toward the trees where he’d been crouched when she’d arrived at the creek. Echo came with him, staying close to his left side. It was his vulnerable side after he’d lost vision in that eye. He focused on Kendra. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone after you? A boyfriend, husband, or jilted lover?”
She stared up at him. “My ex-husband left me for another woman, no reason for him to come after me. Besides, he’s in Portland, Oregon.”
“And no other men in your life?” Why he was pressing he had no clue.
She shook her head. “No. And I don’t see why anyone would shoot at me. I think you must be the target. The guy missed because he’s probably just a lousy shot and couldn’t see clear in the darkness.”
“Motive?” Hudson drawled.
“I’m sure you’ve made enemies over the years.” She waved a hand. “And showing up here after all this time is just asking for trouble. The entire town believes you killed Zoey twenty years ago; my guess is that someone is trying to make you pay for that.”
“Like Zoey’s brother, Andrew, or her father? George retired from his job as police chief two years ago but still actively hunts, and Andrew is the new chief of police. I doubt either one of them would have missed me.”
Kendra opened her mouth, then closed it again. Then she shivered, and he had the ridiculous urge to wrap his arm around her. It almost made him smile to imagine her punching him in the stomach or slapping his face in response.
Almost.
Hudd hadn’t smiled or laughed in the months since being medically discharged from the navy minus one eye while suffering terrible migraine headaches. If not for Echo, he figured he’d be dead by now.
“We can’t just hide here.” Kendra sounded annoyed. “I need to get home. My dad will wonder where I am.”
He already knew Kendra had come home for a few weeks and was staying with her father at the house she grew up in. He’d kept his ears open while staying out of sight. It was surprising what the good citizens of Eagle discussed when they didn’t know anyone was listening.
But now wasn’t the time to tell her everything he knew. Including the murmurings of why people were asking about a twenty-year-old cold case.
“I need you to stay here while I check out the area to make sure the gunman isn’t still hiding nearby.” He stared down at her and mustered all the politeness he could find. “Kendra, will you please stay here for me? I really don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Again, you’re assuming the gunman was after me.” Her tone lacked conviction as if she might be realizing the second possibility wasn’t something to brush off so easily. “Yes, I’ll wait here.”
“Thank you.” He gently positioned her up against the thickest tree trunk. “Stay right here until I return. Echo, guard.” The dog sat, his large ears perked forward. “Good boy.”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake . . . hey, where did you go?” The last words were said in a hushed whisper.
Hudd didn’t answer as he’d already left the clearing beneath the trees to move over the rocky, hilly terrain. The sound of water rushing through the creek helped cover the sound of his footsteps. Despite his large size, his SEAL training had taught him how to move silently, blending in with the environment.
Every few steps he paused to listen. He didn’t hear anything other than the muted traffic and the occasional door slamming from the residential neighborhood beyond the hill. It was a far cry from the abandoned shack he’d grown up in on the outskirts of town.
It didn’t take him long to clear the area. When he was satisfied the gunman was gone, he returned to Kendra and Echo.
“I never heard you!” Her tone carried a hint of accusation. “How did you do that?”
“Training.” He gave Echo the hand signal to come, and the dog trotted over. “The area is clear. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes.” He was glad Kendra didn’t bother to argue about his plan to escort her home. The gunshot had obviously shaken her. And with good reason.
The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced Kendra was the gunman’s intended target. “Might be better for you to head back to Portland.”
“What?” She frowned at him. “Why would I do that?”
“To be safe.” He hesitated, then asked, “Have you been asking questions about Zoey’s murder since you’ve been home?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Did you hear that from someone in particular?”
He didn’t respond.
After a full minute, she sighed. “Yes, I went to the Eagle police station to ask if they’d solved her murder. I was able to speak to Roger, one of the officers on duty, who told me the case was still open, but no one was actively pursuing it.”
That much he’d gathered for himself based on the rudimentary internet search he’d done and the bits of conversations he’d overheard. Still, he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
“I may have suggested that I planned to check out our old hangouts to see if I could find out anything.” She waved a hand. “But that was mostly just talk on my part. I didn’t really think I’d be able to find anything. Besides, even if I did, who would care? Unless—wait a minute, you can’t seriously think the killer is still living here.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” She sounded exasperated. “Most people don’t stick around Eagle forever. They move closer to Boise or out of state.”
“We did, yes. But not everyone. Zoey’s family is still here and so are a few of our former classmates.” Hudd frowned, thinking about what she’d said. “I heard that someone was asking questions about Zoey’s murder, but I didn’t realize you were the source.”
She kicked at a rock. “Seems to me the Eagle police department should have continued to investigate. I can’t imagine there’s a ton of crimes keeping them busy.”
