Blood dripped down Kyle’s nose as Mark sat him in a chair in the kitchen. “Guard,” he said to Gem, then turned to Dani. “Can you and Lizi check on the deputy that was guarding the house? He was out cold when I got here.”
Mark’s heart had almost stopped when he saw the deputy slumped over his steering wheel. He barely took time to check for a pulse. Mark checked his phone. All emergency vehicles dispatched to accident.
One of the minuses of living in a small town. He looked up as the back door opened and Dani returned inside.
“The deputy is dazed and said his head is killing him, so he probably has a concussion. You want me to call an ambulance?”
“There aren’t any available—there was a big wreck on the highway into town,” Mark said. “I need to get Kyle to the jail.”
“Why don’t I take the deputy to the hospital in his SUV and you take Kyle to jail?”
He hesitated. Kyle had lawyered up, and Mark couldn’t question him about any accomplices.
“Okay,” Mark said. “Just be careful. We don’t know if Kyle has any accomplices out there.”
Mark prayed Dani’s ordeal was over. His heart skipped a beat. If it was, then they could get on with their lives.