No Escape (Texas Rangers 2)

The tall fence topped with curled barbed wire surrounded the prison. Rain droplets now dripped on the window, turning a cool day into a raw one. She’d been in prisons before to interview suspects. She was no novice. Understood the ropes. And still a deep trepidation had wormed its way under her skin and left her edgy and nervous.

Brody caught her gaze in the rearview mirror. He sat tall. Strong. And if he’d been anybody else she might have made a joke to slice the tension. A laugh would’ve gone a long way right now. But she didn’t want to laugh with Brody. She didn’t want any kind of connection or link to him. It had been fourteen years since she’d seen him, and until this morning she’d believed all the emotions attached to their relationship were long dead and buried. But like a beast stirring after a long slumber, too many unwanted emotions were awakening.

Damn it.

Worrying over what she felt or didn’t feel for Brody Winchester was not how she’d planned to spend her first real day off in two weeks.

“You okay?” Brody said.

“Never better.” She tossed him a whatever smile that she saw often from the teen girls in her support group. However, she sensed hers didn’t mask her worry. She considered a pithy comment, but then rejected it, knowing more often than not her quips sounded more bitchy than witty. “I’m still trying to wrap my brain around why Smith requested me. And I can’t believe it’s simply my connection to you.”

The officer in the front seat, a tall, burly man with a crew cut and a full black mustache, didn’t comment but she noted the subtle stiffening in his shoulders when she’d said, “my connection to you.” She could only imagine what he’d now speculated.

They passed through the first checkpoint and then a second before she and Brody got out of the car. A breeze blew from the west, cutting through her jacket and chilling her skin.

Brody offered thanks to the officer and then escorted her inside where they passed through another metal detector. A female officer searched her bag while Brody checked his gun with the guards. Fifteen minutes later they found themselves in the warden’s office.

As they entered the austere office, a mid-sized barrel-chested man rose. He had a thinning shock of red hair brushed back off a wide, ruddy face. He came around his desk, smoothing his hand over his blue plaid tie, before he extended it to Brody. “Brody. Heard you were coming.”

“No rest for the wicked,” Brody said.

“That would be you,” the warden said, smiling. He shifted his gaze to Jo. “I’m Larry Maddox, warden here at Livingston. Dr. Granger?”

She smiled and accepted his calloused hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Warden. And please call me Jo.”

He nodded. “Jo it is. And I’m Larry.” He hooked his thumbs in his thick belt. “I hear Mr. Smith wants to have a chat with you?”

She frowned. “He does and I am surprised.”

“Not much surprises me anymore.” He shook his head. “I hate to see you dragged all the way out here for a wild-goose chase.”

“You think this trip is a waste of time?”

“Mr. Smith is one of our wilier inmates. Been known to jerk some chains, as I’m sure Brody has told you. He’s likely gonna do that to you.”

She’d considered that. “Well, I’m here, so I might as well talk with him. How is his health?”

“Not too good these last couple of weeks. He had a surge in energy yesterday and that’s when he called this meeting. Hospital doc says that kind of energy boost often comes before the end.” His frown deepened. “A word of advice. Don’t let him get in your head. He’s good at it, and he will try. The man likely wants to inflict one last bit of pain before he leaves this world.”

She arched a brow. “I’ve interviewed men like him before.”

Warden Maddox shook his head. “No doubt you’ve talked to your share of bad guys, Dr. Granger. But this one is dangerous. A whole new level of evil.”

An unexpected chill passed over her body. “I’ll be fine.”

Larry eyed Brody as if to say, You’ve been warned. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

With Brody steps behind her, Jo followed the warden down the long, narrow, gray hallway to the interview room.

The warden stopped at the interview room’s entrance. “Smith was clear he only wanted you and Winchester in the room.”

“Both of us?” Jo said.

The warden shrugged. “Don’t pretend to understand Smith’s mind. Likely he wants the arresting officer front and center when he gives his last big speech.”

Brody shifted his stance but didn’t speak.

Jo flexed her fingers. “The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll know.”

Brody opened the door and this time walked in ahead of her. His gaze swept the small room, roaming over the glass partition that separated the prisoners from visitors. On this side of the glass, there was a chair in front of a small desk and a phone resting in a wall cradle. His frown darkened. “Have a seat, Dr. Granger.”

Dr. Granger. Sounded odd, overly formal, even a bit pretentious when Brody said it. But she realized since they’d met, he’d used her formal title when they’d been in front of others and when they’d been alone, he’d kept his words to a minimum.

She passed by him and took a seat in front of the glass partition. In the glass’s reflection, she could see Brody taking his post by the door. He didn’t lean against the wall but stood straight, his hands clasped in front. In her home he’d been edgy but now his muscles all but snapped with tension. Brody knew dark facts about Smith, had witnessed events that he’d most likely not share with her because she was technically a civilian. She suspected that knowledge now preyed on his mind.

Jo refocused her gaze into the other room and the door on the opposite side of the glass. For several seconds she stared at the plain door, barely breathing as her heart thumped hard against her chest. The case of unexpected nerves had now grown annoying. Smith couldn’t hurt her, and the sooner she stopped giving in to this ridiculous case of anxieties, the better.

The second hand on the wall clock moved in slow motion. Her heartbeat pulsed against her neck and wrists. Finally, the knob that she thought would never turn did and in a blink it rotated, and the door opened. She flinched but settled immediately as wheelchair-bound and shackled Smith was wheeled in by a guard.

In all the pictures she’d seen of Smith, he had been a robust and muscled man with dark, thick hair, penetrating green eyes and a sly smile that suggested he knew many secrets. However, the cancer had left him fragile, a good seventy pounds lighter and his ebony hair had grayed and thinned. His once-attractive face was lean and lined, but the green eyes, though sunken, reflected curiosity. And his trademark smile, hinting of dark secrets, emerged.

Smith’s gaze flickered to Brody and back to Jo before he focused on getting settled. The guard waited behind him as he adjusted his shackles and carefully folded his thickly veined hands on the table.

Jo had sat across from her share of hardened criminals, most covered in tattoos, scars and piercings. But Smith’s appearance could only be described as mild, gentle. Even if he wasn’t sick, she doubted anyone would have crossed the street to avoid him and most women would have joined him in a steel, soundproofed elevator without a second thought. Likely, his victims hadn’t sensed their extreme danger until it was far too late.

He picked up the phone on his side of the partition and in a clear, deep Texas drawl, he said, “Thank you for coming, Dr. Granger.”

“Mr. Smith.” She could have said that his request was a surprise. She could have asked why he’d wanted to see her. She could have asked how he was feeling. But she’d learned to say only what she absolutely had to say when she dealt with prisoners. They had the better part of twenty-four hours in a day to pick apart whatever you said and spin it a thousand different ways. The less said, the better.

He smiled, showing even, white teeth. “You must be wondering why I asked you to visit me here today.”

“I

was told you had something to tell me.”

“That is correct.” A slight cock of the head. “Would you mind if I spoke to an old friend? I’ve not seen Ranger Winchester in some time.”

“Please, take as long as you like.”

“I do appreciate your patience, Dr. Granger.”

Having his gaze off of her gave her a moment to gather her thoughts and to assess him and the situation.

“Ranger, it’s been a year at least?” Smith said.

Brody’s stance relaxed, and whatever anger he’d had for Smith vanished like ice under the hot sun. “It’s been eleven months, Mr. Smith. Last time I was here was right after your sentencing.”

“That’s right. Hot spring day from what I remember. Time crawls and then in an instant too much of it has passed.”

“That it does, Mr. Smith. That it does.”

Jo thought about the fourteen years that had passed since she’d last seen Brody. Those years had indeed passed in a blink.

“They are keeping you busy, Ranger. I’ve seen you in the news. You are always the man behind the speaker at the podium, but I know your role is never minor.”

“I hope they’re treating you well here,” Brody said.

“They are and thank you for speaking to the warden on my behalf. I do appreciate the opportunity to spend more time in the library. I do love reading books and newspapers.”

“Glad I could be of help. I understand your health is not well.”

“No, I’m afraid it’s not good. Not good at all. The doctors say I have weeks.” No hint of self-pity lurked behind the words.