Bones swore as he poured on the speed, his long legs eating up the distance between them. He had no idea what sort of danger he might be running toward. What was more, he was doing it on behalf of a complete stranger — one who had just been stalking him.
“This,” he muttered, “is un-be-freaking-lievable.”
Chapter 14
Isla struggled to shout for help but the man had one arm locked around her throat in a powerful chokehold, and her cry of desperation came out as a gurgled whimper. She dug in her heels, tearing furrows in the soft turf. He was impossibly strong and had no difficulty hauling her along. She fought and clawed, trying to break free. He let out a curse as her fingernails dug into the back of his hand.
A series of images flickered, strobelike, across her vision as she thrashed: her captor's fair skin and brown hair, the gray sky, the green grass, the ruined castle, a man running. With the images came a flood of questions. Who was her captor? Why was he taking her? Was she going to die? How had she let this happen? She’d been so focused on watching the Indian that she hadn’t heard this man creeping up on her. What if he was working with the Indian and his partner?
“Hurry up!” a voice shouted.
“You want to help me?” her captor replied. “I think she’s had a few too many scones. She’s a heavy one.”
Irrationally, Isla wanted to inform the man that she worked out regularly, but her more immediate concern was the fact he was dragging her toward a silver SUV that sat idling in the car park. What could she do?
And then, the man released her. She fell hard to the ground, her breath leaving her in a rush.
She looked up to see the Indian kneeling over her. His partner, the blond man, flashed past them and slammed into her fleeing abductor. They crashed to the ground, the blond man rolling and coming up to his feet in a fighting stance.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” the Indian said.
Isla scooted backward on her bottom, but the big man seized her by the upper arms and picked her up as if she were weightless. She knew in an instant that, compared to the man who had initially seized her, this was the far more dangerous of the two.
“Calm down,” he said, releasing her and holding out his big hands, fingers splayed. “We don’t mean you any harm.”
“Let her go!” Grizzly came running toward them. He skidded to a halt, ten paces away, and stood, fists clenched, elbows cocked. Had the situation not been so dire, Isla would have laughed at the absurdity of his posturing in the face of the much larger man. He looked like a bantam rooster facing down an eagle.
“Bro, you need to chill. I’ve got to help my friend,” the big man said.
In response, Grizzly picked up a small stone and flung it at him. It went wide, cracking the windscreen of a nearby jeep.
“Dude, don’t piss me off. Just keep an eye on her.” With that, the man turned and ran toward his friend, who was now chasing the man who’d tried to seize Isla.
“Let’s get out of here.” Grizzly took her by the wrist and tried to lead her to their car, but something kept her locked in place.
The roar of an engine and the squeal of tires cut across the sounds of pursuit as her kidnapper’s accomplice — the man who’d been waiting in the idling SUV — peeled out. The vehicle shot across the car park, headed in the direction of the driver’s fleeing accomplice. As they watched, he stuck his arm out of the window.
“He has a gun.” Isla gasped. “Look out!”
A series of loud, sharp bangs rolled across the car park.
The running men scattered. Moments later, the SUV skidded to a halt long enough for the failed kidnapper to jump in, and then they were away.
“What just happened?” Grizzly asked. “Who the hell were those guys?”
Isla slowly shook her head. “Which ones? The kidnappers or the guys who saved me?”
Grizzly threw up his hands. “None of this makes sense. The men who saved you are the same ones who were stalking us?” He took a deep breath. “They’re headed back this way. Let’s just get the hell out of here.”
“No.” Isla wasn’t completely sure why, but she sensed she could trust these men. Furthermore, she wanted answers.
“Isla, are you crazy? Just because they saved you doesn’t mean they aren’t dangerous. Maybe we’re dealing with two sets of kidnappers, and one pair chased the other away, and now they’re coming back for us.”
“Or maybe they’re only following the same trail as us, in which case we have a common enemy.”
Grizzly let out a scornful laugh. “I’ve worked in television long enough to know that the enemy of your enemy is not always your friend.”
“This isn’t television,” she said, watching as her two rescuers strode purposefully toward them.
“We’re searching for a lost treasure, you almost got kidnapped, but you got saved by a giant Indian. Sounds like Hollywood to me.”
“You can run if you want to,” she said. “I’m going to find out who they are and what they want.”
“Fine.” He scanned the ground until he found another rock.
“Don’t do it,” Isla said. “You’ll just make them mad.”
“Whatever you say.” He slipped the stone into his pocket and stood, hands on hips, waiting for the men.
The two men stopped ten paces away, and they regarded one another for a few silent seconds before the blond man finally spoke.
“So, are you two good guys or bad guys?”
Chapter 15
Maddock couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the woman standing before him was. Long, wavy auburn hair framed a creamy complexion. Her intense, hazel-eyed gaze caused his breath to catch in his throat. Realizing he was staring, he gave his head a quick shake. What was he thinking?
The woman didn’t seem to notice. “Thank you for the rescue. I’m Isla Mulheron, and you are…”
“Dane Maddock.” They shook hands. She had soft hands but a solid grip. “This is my partner, Bones Bonebrake.”
For once, Bones wasn’t checking out the attractive woman in their midst. He stood, frowning down at Isla’s companion, a stocky, brown-haired man.
“You look really familiar,” Bones said. “Where do I know you from?” And then his eyes brightened. “You’re Grizzly Grant! The cryptid hunter.”
Grizzly smiled and gave a single nod, like a monarch accepting tribute. “You would be correct. Always a pleasure to meet a fan.”
Bones turned to Maddock. “This dude is a legend in cryptozoology circles, especially on the forums. He’s investigated some jacked-up stuff.”
Maddock shook hands with Grizzly. As he did so, he could have sworn he saw Isla roll her eyes.
“Any idea who those guys were who tried to grab you?” Maddock asked.
“No idea,” Grizzly said.
At the same time, Isla said, “The Tuatha.”
“Wait. The Tuatha de Dannan?” Bones said sharply.
Isla nodded. “So, you are after the treasure?”
Bones and Maddock exchanged glances.
“Sort of,” Bones said.
“We’re after a treasure,” Maddock added. “Are the two of you looking for the Stone of Destiny?” Maddock asked. “That’s what we’re focused on at the moment.”
Isla frowned. “The Stone of Destiny? But it’s not missing.”
Grizzly held up a finger. “Not so fast. That all depends on who you ask.”
A tangled conversation broke out between Bones, Isla, and Grizzly. Each person did a great deal of talking and very little listening. Maddock pressed his hands to his temples, took a deep breath, and raised his voice.
“All right! Everybody take a breath.”