Fear for Dalton. How badly was he hurt? Would he survive his gunshot wound?
She also felt fear for Agent Jared Bell. Where had he gone? He had just disappeared. But she knew better than to risk going outside to search for him. She had no gun. No weapon that would defend her and little Lizzie from a gun or a killer.
Somewhere she had a business card for Special Agent Blaine Campbell. She could call him for help. If only she could find his card...
She fumbled around in the drawers of the desk in the office on the first floor. The white-paneled room was next to the dining room—where Dalton had struggled so recently with the intruder.
Where was Jared Bell? She had heard no sounds of a struggle. She’d only heard the creak of the front door opening and closing. And footsteps on the porch.
Wood creaked and groaned as someone stepped onto the porch again. Her pulse quickened with fear.
