Free Mackenzie's Magic by Linda Howard Page B

Joan, who drove a white BMW. The driveway wasn’t visible from the stables, and she seldom paid attention to the comings and goings at the big house. All that interested her was at the stables.
    Still, she wondered that they would drive one of their personal cars at all, until she realized that it didn’t matter. Sole Pleasure was their horse, and no crime had been committed. If she had called the police, it would have been their word against hers that a crime had even been attempted, and no one in the world would believe the Stonichers were willing to kill a horse worth over twenty million dollars.
    Dean’s Oldsmobile was nowhere in sight. Maris hoped she was giving him the time he needed to drive the car deep enough into the woods that it couldn’t be seen and to work his way into position on foot.
    Watching the mirror, she saw the Cadillac turn onto the highway behind her. Without its headlights on, and with the swirling snow cutting visibility, she could barely make out the gray bulk. They would be able to see her much better than she could see them, though, because her lights were on; that was why they were hanging back so far, because they were unable to judge how visible they themselves were.
    Their caution was working for her and against them. The distance would give her a few extra seconds to get out of the truck and hide, a few seconds longer for Dean to get set, a few seconds longer that Mac was safe. She tried not to think of him lying on the cold metal bed, unprotected from any stray bullets except by a thin sheet of metal that wouldn’t even slow down a lead slug.
    It was only a few miles to the place where she would leave the road and drive into the woods. A couple of times the snow became so heavy that she couldn’t see the Cadillac behind her. The white flakes were beginning to dust the ground, but it was a dry, fluffy snow that swirled up with every breath of wind, and the passage of the truck blew it off the highway.
    She maintained a steady speed, assuming they could see her, even though she couldn’t see the Cadillac. She couldn’t do anything that would make them suspicious. Finally she passed the mile marker that told her she was close, and she began braking, looking for the tire ruts where they’d driven before. There . She steered the truck off the highway, bouncing across the ditch faster than, for the sake of her head, she wanted to, but she didn’t want to go any slower than she already was. Now that they had seen her leave the highway, she wanted to go as fast as she could, to gain a few more of those precious seconds.
    Her headache, which had lessened but never disappeared, increased in severity with each bounce. She ignored it, gritting her teeth against the pain, concentrating on steering the truck on the narrow, winding path MacNeil had already blazed through the trees. She couldn’t begin to imagine how difficult it must have been to do this with the trailer in tow, but it was a testament to both his stubbornness and skill that he had.
    The Cadillac wouldn’t be able to take the bumps and holes as fast as the truck did; it was too low to the ground. More seconds gained.
    A bare limb scraped over the windshield, then her headlights caught the dark bulk of the trailer, almost concealed among the trees. Now. She parked the truck in the exact position MacNeil had decreed, killed the lights so the glare wouldn’t blind the camera hidden under the trailer, then slipped out the door and walked swiftly to the trailer and then beyond it. She cut sharply to the left, stepping in places where the snow hadn’t sifted down. She left no tracks as she removed herself from the scene so he could do his job without worrying about her.
    She’d caught movement in her peripheral vision as she walked away, a big, dark shape silently rolling over the side of the truck bed to conceal himself behind one of the tires. At least he would have some protection, she thought, trying to console herself with