Yuletide Suspect

By Lisa Phillips

CHRISTMAS FRAME-UP

Nothing will stop Secret Service agent Liberty Westmark from warning her ex-fiancé that he’s wanted on a terrorism charge—not even gunmen determined to kill them both. After breaking his heart, she owes Tate Almers that…especially since only she believes his innocence. Partnering with Liberty again is the last thing Tate, a former Secret Service agent, wants for Christmas. But with a mountain of evidence against him and both the feds and a rogue cartel behind him, Tate needs Liberty beside him. They’ve become the targets of a manhunt with just one ending…and they have only each other to stay alive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Love Inspired
• Release date: Dec 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781488019746

Lisa Phillips

Lisa Phillips is an ex-pat Brit who crossed the pond to attend Bible College. She and her husband have two kids (because man-to-man defense is easier than zone defense) and two bunny rabbits (for the same reason). Lisa got her start writing while waiting for her employment authorization card to come through, and studied the craft with the Christian Writers Guild. She can most often be found with a cup of proper tea and her nose in a book. Find out more at www.authorlisaphillips.com

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ONE

Arrest him. Or apologize.

Liberty Westmark gripped the steering wheel, not sure which she was going to do first. If she ever got there. She peered out the windshield, where fat flakes of snow obscured both lanes of the highway beyond her high beams.

In six hundred yards, turn right.

The voice of her GPS was loud and clear, but the way was not. She’d probably wind up turning into a ditch. It would serve her right to end up the sad conclusion of an obscure news article about the snowstorm of the century. Heartwarming. She rolled her eyes and muttered, Lone Secret Service agent who left ahead of her team gets lost and freezes to death chasing a dream.

She froze. A suspect.

Not a dream.

Where had that come from, anyway? The fact that Tate Almers had been her fiancé a year ago was absolutely not relevant anymore—unless she got the chance to apologize. Otherwise this was just work, and once she had Tate in custody she could drop him off at the nearest federal agency office and go back to her cozy DC condo and her hairless cat.

Job done.

It was a courtesy, nothing more. Tate might have done something bad—really bad—but the qualifier was what made her unable to believe it was actually his doing. A plane had gone down, and three people were missing—two White House staffers and a senator. The man she had known and worked with—okay, and loved—would never have done something like this. That history was why she’d convinced the director she should come here ahead of the rest of the team.

Liberty was going to give Tate the courtesy of explaining, and then he could tell his former Secret Service team the same thing.

The turn came up faster than she was expecting. Liberty hit the brakes and took the corner too fast. The back end of her car hit ice and fishtailed. Stupid man, living in the middle of stupid nowhere. The car kept spinning. Liberty gripped the wheel harder, like it was going to help.

She squealed.

When the car came to a stop, she was sideways on the single-track road.

Liberty sighed. No one heard that squeal.

She was still the fully fledged Secret Service agent her teammates respected. Just a little ice that threw her for a minute. No big deal. She was fine.

Liberty shook off the rush of adrenaline that had set her heart racing and righted the car on the road. A single lane, probably dirt or gravel, but right now it was covered in a layer of snow and ice. Liberty drove slower than she needed to down to the house.

It was more of a cabin, really. The roofline was lit up with Christmas lights, and she could see a Christmas tree in the front window, the only light in the house. Tears filled her eyes. It was beautiful, like a Christmas card. Tate was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and this was anything but. What on earth? Then it hit her. What if he was married now? What if he’d found someone else, and this was all for her?

Liberty nearly turned around and left, but the Secret Service would be here soon and she wanted answers. After it was done, she’d be able to move on for good. Sure, he might be married, but actually that was better. It would help sever those few lingering ties, right?

Liberty cracked the car door and braced against the cold as she got out, then leaned back in and grabbed her gloves. The wool wouldn’t protect her much against this temperature. Cold cut through the layers of her clothing, and the wind chafed her cheeks. Her coat covered her badge, but maybe there would be time to really talk before she told him she was here for work reasons.

A couple of dogs barked, but not in the house. The sound came from the barn. Liberty waded through snow and banged her fist on the barn door. It swung open and two dogs raced toward her, barking louder. Liberty took a step back.

Tate stepped out of the barn, but she couldn’t take her focus off the dogs, even as she backed up more across the stretch of snow over the driveway between the barn and the house. They barked and circled her, their attention imposing enough that Liberty didn’t move.

Good boys. Sit.

Both dogs sat, one on either side of her. Liberty wanted to slump onto the packed down snow between them. The sound of Tate’s voice cut through her and left a ragged wound in its wake. She glanced up, and her eyes locked with his. It was too dark to get a good look, but in the glow of the Christmas lights the line of his jaw was set. He wasn’t happy.

One of the dogs broke his sit and barked.

Tate’s eyes widened, fixed on some point beyond her, away from the house. What... He lunged and grabbed her arm, dragged her the ten feet or so back toward the barn and yelled, Bubblegum!

A gunshot went off. Liberty ducked, having no idea where the shot had come from. She skidded on the barn floor, reached the end of Tate’s grasp and snapped back toward him. She grimaced. Tate didn’t let go. Outside the dogs barked, and someone yelled.

Intruder, he said. I thought it was you who set off the alarm, but there was a man out there with a gun. A gunshot went off outside. Do you have your weapon?

Liberty pulled her gun from the holster at her back, under her jacket. He grabbed it from her. Hey—

Tate stepped outside and shut the door behind him.

The dogs continued to bark. Outside, Tate yelled, Hey!

A gunshot followed.

Liberty pulled the backup weapon from her ankle holster and moved to the door. She was the Secret Service agent. Sure, Tate had been one, too, over a year ago. But he’d quit, and Liberty didn’t have time to think through all of that—or the fact that it was basically her fault.

Liberty wanted to pray, but that part of her life was long gone, just like her love life. Neither had ever done her any favors or bettered her in any way. She’d given up on God and romance both in the last eighteen months. This was one last favor to Tate, and then she was done. Liberty was going to live her life her way, on her terms.

The door swung open before she reached it. Tate strode to her, and the dogs raced in around him. Liberty shook her head. What on earth was that? And why did you shut me in here?

Man outside, he said, without handing her weapon back to her. An intruder, which I already mentioned. He didn’t look happy. He ran off. The dogs did their job.

As though they knew he’d complimented them, the two dogs returned to his side and sat to be petted. One was a German shepherd, lean enough that Liberty wanted to feed the animal treats. The other was a stocky Airedale who came to her next. She didn’t pet him.

Tate raised his eyebrow. You still have that ugly cat?

She ignored the question. Loki was alive and well, not that it was any of his business. Bubblegum? They had to talk about something; otherwise she’d just stare at the blond hair sticking out the bottom of his knit beanie. His hair grew fast and had to be cut frequently, but it seemed Tate no longer cared. He wore the mountain man uniform of jeans and a checkered shirt under a padded denim jacket. No gloves. Wasn’t he cold?

Bubblegum is a command. If the person attacking you doesn’t know what you just asked your dog to do, they’ll think twice. Tate’s jaw was hard again. He shot at them, saw me and then ran off.

Are you going to give me my gun back?

* * *

Tate stood stunned for a second before he forced himself to snap out of it. He motioned for her to back up. You have one, and mine are all in the house. I’ll be keeping this until I know for sure he’s gone.

He had to focus on the intruder who’d just tried to kill him. Otherwise he’d stare at her blond hair. Those blue-green eyes. Focus.

That is against policy and you know it. She used her most snooty voice, and it almost made him smile. Almost. I can’t lend out my duty weapon.

I’ll be sure to write that on the form I fill out explaining why you’re dead. Tate swept past her and moved toward the door again. Liberty huffed behind him, but he figured she didn’t argue because she knew he wasn’t wrong.

Tate cracked open the door, peered out into the night and tried to tamp down the boiling rage. Shoot at him? Whatever. Shoot at his dogs? Unacceptable. Tate adjusted his grip on the gun, though using it would deny him the fight he was itching for. He’d always had a temper problem. He’d learned in the army how to channel it into discipline, and during his time with the Secret Service, Tate had rarely lost his cool. It never went well when he did.

He sucked in a breath of icy air and counted to ten in his head. One of the dog’s muzzles touched his leg, and he reached down to pet Joey. His Airedale boy loved life and thought everything was a game. The German shepherd, Gem, was more task oriented. Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat.

Looks clear.

He shoved the door wider and walked out. Snow was thick on the ground and falling fast. They’d have another two feet by tomorrow, but that wasn’t what had his attention. He pointed at the far end of his front yard where the dense trees began. They blocked his view of the land, but he much preferred being in a cocoon of privacy.

Tate pointed. That’s where he ran off to.

And you shoved me in the barn so you could take care of it?

She was still stuck on that? Guess it was a reflex. All those years of protection duty for the Secret Service ingrained in me. I’m the one who faces the danger.

And the dogs.

She really was intent on arguing, wasn’t she? Tate sighed. They’re trained.

And I’m not? I’m still a Secret Service agent, Tate.

He turned to her. That’s not what I meant. Not that he’d have heard from out here if she’d quit or not.

He didn’t know how to get himself out of this one, and why did he even feel like he needed to? He didn’t owe her anything, and he didn’t want her to owe him anything back. Whatever they’d had was done now. She’d killed it when she gave him his ring back and sent him packing.

Tate had lost it a couple of days later and gotten pushed into early retirement from the Secret Service over it, but this life was better. Simpler. He knew who he was out here, with the dogs.

Tate scanned the area but couldn’t see any sign of the gunman. The man might return. He could scout out the area and see if the guy was still here, but he’d have to do it after Liberty left.

The dogs trotted along. Gem scanned the area, but Joey ran in circles, ready to play. Tate motioned with his hand and gave them the command to head for the porch and wait for him there. He used it mostly when the UPS guy delivered packages, but it came in handy at other times as well.

Tate didn’t even want to contemplate what it meant that Liberty was here. He’d do so later, when he was alone again. The way he preferred it.

Liar.

Okay, so it wasn’t his choice, but life was life. She’d broken up with him. Called off the whole thing, and he didn’t even know why, so he’d simply concluded it was him. He’d always known there was something defective in him, and she’d tried to make it work. Until she realized it never would.

Tate stopped beside her car and opened the driver’s-side door. Waited. She didn’t move, just stood there looking like she had so much to say. He really didn’t want to hear any of it. What was the point? He took her in. All her blond hair, even softer than it looked, was secured back in a business ponytail. Dress slacks. Completely the wrong shoes to be traipsing around in snow. The bottom few inches of her pants were wet, but it wasn’t his problem, now was it? Not anymore.

Liberty’s eyebrows pinched together. She wore makeup, but not much. The top curve of her lip had a bump he’d always thought was adorable, as she’d been born with a cleft palate. The scar where it had been repaired was barely visible now. Still cute, though.

We should call the police and report that man. He tried to kill you.

Tate said, "Maybe he was here to kill you."

Liberty blinked. I... No, I don’t think so. Still, there was a question in her eyes as she considered it.

Tate didn’t want to think about her being in danger. It was a reality of being a Secret Service agent, but not one he was going to dwell on. He can’t have known you’d be here, unless he followed you, and how could he do it through this terrain, on foot? Only her car was out here. His truck was under the carport.

Liberty pulled out her phone. I’ll call emergency services. Get a sheriff, or whoever is the law around here, to come over.

Give me your phone. I’ll call him. Even if her cell actually worked up here, she shouldn’t do the talking. That was more involvement than she needed to have in this situation.

Then again, if she left now, he could make the report to the sheriff and perhaps pretend she’d never even been here. It wasn’t exactly honest, but tell that to his heart.

Liberty clutched the phone. I’ve given you enough already.

She had no idea. I don’t have a signal, and I don’t have a landline either.

So how do you communicate with people?

Tate said, Shortwave radio.

Liberty glanced up from her phone. Evidently she had the one carrier that actually got a signal up here. There’s no reason to be rude.

She thought he was lying? Tate just enjoyed his privacy.

She said, I know you want me to leave, but there’s a reason I’m here, so I’m not going to go. I came to tell you the Secret Service is on their way here to talk with you.

About what? He had even less to say to his former employer than he did to his former fiancée.

A plane went missing a hundred miles from here. Two White House staffers and a senator were on board.

I haven’t heard anything about it. Not that he watched the news much. His aerial only got half a dozen channels, and he didn’t listen to the police band all the time on his scanner.

She kept talking. It happened in the early hours of this morning. They lost contact right after the pilot sent out a distress call. We don’t know if the plane went down or if they were hijacked. Everyone is out looking for it.

I’m sure I can lend some assistance with the search, he said. For old times’ sake.

That isn’t why the Secret Service wants to talk with you.

Tate didn’t know what else there would be to say. It didn’t seem like this had anything to do with him. They’ll have to get in line. I need to make a report with the sheriff about a gunman on my property.

Liberty let him change the subject. Did you see who it was?

Tate shook his head, still leaning his forearms on her open car door. Was she ever going to get in and drive away? This was painful enough without her drawing it out.

Tate sighed. I didn’t get a good look at his face, but he didn’t seem familiar to me. And it had definitely been a man. Joey nearly chased him to the trees.

Liberty didn’t smile. He knew she liked dogs, so he figured the problem was him. Tate glanced at the dogs. Joey wasn’t sitting the way Gem was. Instead, the Airedale paced the porch by the front door with his nose to the mat. He pawed at the door and then barked once.

Tate saw the flash of movement through the living room window.

He started running toward his cabin. Someone’s in the house.

TWO

Tate ran to the front door, so Liberty circled the house in case the intruder ran out the back. It was slow going, wading through thick snow, but she was already soaked and there would be time later to thaw out her toes. Liberty pulled out her cell phone and dialed emergency services. She requested the police, and was told the sheriff was on his way. The dispatcher seemed to know exactly where Tate’s house was, but this was a small town. Maybe they knew each other. Maybe she—it had been a woman—was his girlfriend.

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[lamb521 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Title: Yuletide SuspectAuthor: Lisa PhillipsPages: 218Year: December 2017Publisher: Love Inspired SuspenseMy rating is 4 out of 5 stars.Liberty Westmark is on a mission of her own making. She is a Secret Service agent out to warn her former co-worker and ex-fiancé that he is the main suspect in a terrorist attack. All the evidence the service has is against him, but Liberty wants to give him a chance to tell his side of the story before the rest of her team moves in for the arrest. She hasn’t seen Tate for two years after breaking his heart by abruptly ending their engagement. She has never told him why she broke the engagement and still has strong feelings for him, maybe even still loves him. She knows he can’t possible be guilty of terrorism.Tate Almers is living in the middle of nowhere after leaving his job with the Secret Service. His heart is still sore from Liberty’s rejection of him. He has no idea why she suddenly dumped him, and she never would give him a valid reason. He can’t believe she has shown up at his home now with the outlandish claim that he is wanted by the law on a terrorism charge. He will show the law that there is no way he is guilty, but how did the service conclude that he is guilty? Who has set him up? As he leaves his barn after his confrontation with Liberty, shots ring out.That’s just the beginning of the suspense! Liberty and Tate work together to gather evidence of his innocence while being targets, dodging bullets. Good thing they are both trained agents! Their journey leads them into dangerous waters as they battle enemies to discover the truth. Don’t miss another exciting tale from Love Inspired Suspense!