Page 71 of Chasing Honor

Over the last few hours reports had come in about the hit-and-run accident that’d caused Honor to hit the pole. But like any eyewitness accounts, they varied. It was rare any two observers reported the same details. Lorenz and my captain had been by to check on Honor and Carson and to tell me they were tracking every lead. Unfortunately, the intersection was not equipped with a traffic camera, so they had to rely on the bystanders’ statements—and there were a lot of them. But the one person no one had interviewed yet was Christina Krier.

“I just wanted to see her,” Chrissy said, lowering her head.

“What the fuck? Did you run her off the road?”

“No!” Chrissy shouted. “I would never hurt Carson.”

“What about Honor? Would you hurt her?”

“I didn’t run her off the road. I was following her.”

My dad’s hand landed on my shoulder, stopping my forward movement.

“Why the fuck were you following my woman and my daughter?”

“I was . . .”

“You were what, Chrissy? Doing exactly what I told you not to do?” It was becoming increasingly harder to exercise self-control.

“I wasn’t going to talk to them. I promise.”

“Son,” my dad warned.

“What?” I snapped.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down? My woman almost died with Carson in the car. I can’t calm down.” I really wanted to tell my daughter’s human incubator to fuck off but there was one small detail I couldn’t over look, she’d save Honor’s life. “Did you see the accident happen?”

“Yes.”

“Well . . .” I motioned for her to continue.

“Chrissy, why don’t you sit down,” my Uncle Jasper offered.

“Thank you, but I’d like to stand.”

I bet she would. It’d be easier to run if she got uncomfortable. God knows she was good at that.

“We were coming up on the intersection and the car between Honor and me started to slow. Then, suddenly, when she was about halfway through, the person slammed on the gas and accelerated. They hit the back, left bumper. Her car went straight into the pole. There was no time for her to stop. The car that hit her swerved but regained control and sped off. They never slowed or stopped.”

“Do you think it was on purpose?” My dad asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Fuck,” I roared.

“Anyone come to mind?” my Uncle Clark asked.

“Any threats lately?” Uncle Levi added.

“Yeah. Two, actually,” I told them, then turned to Chrissy. “Did you get a make and model of the car?”

“Yes. And a partial plate. I’m sorry I didn’t memorize it all, but I was more worried about Carson. And Honor,” she quickly added.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? Someone tried to kill Honor and Carson. Chrissy was still breathing the same air as me. The person who’d hurt Honor was at large. And I wanted to kill someone with my bare hands.

“Lock it down, Ethan.” Jasper’s gaze pinned me in place. “You have to keep your head straight. Honor will be in recovery soon and she’ll need you. Carson is going to be looking to you about how to react. Give Lorenz the information and let him pass it along. You’re needed here.”