“Hi, Sheriff.” Lydia lifted a hand as she shivered. “Thanks for meeting us.”
The sheriff touched the brim of his waterproofed hat and dipped his head. “So what’s this about? Looks like you need a tow truck more than me.”
“It’s not about the car.” Lydia rushed through her words. “Someone’s been following me. They were on my property Saturday night.” She motioned toward Daniel. “He and I were going to the post office when I noticed this suspicious car behind me. I pulled ahead and came down here because I figured I’d lose them. When my car died on me, Daniel and I took into the trees. We found a deer stand and decided to hide up there while we called for help—and that’s how we knew you were at Peter’s. We could see the barn from the stand and it was obvious something was wrong.”
“And no one came down here after you?”
“Actually, they did.” She glanced at Daniel. “Somehow the man followed me. Us. On foot to the deer stand.”
Eastwind focused on Daniel, his brown eyes shrewd. “And you are?”
“Daniel Joseph,” came the reply. “The Wolf Study Project’s new groundskeeper. I was just helping her with some invitations because the boxes were so heavy.”
“Can either of you describe this man?”
Lydia spoke up. “He was like a soldier. Dressed in all black. He looked … professional.”
“And where is he now?”
Lydia stared at Daniel. “He’s back in the woods. Where Daniel … handled him.”
“I wanted to protect her.” Daniel shrugged. “I disarmed him and subdued him so she could get away. Then I left myself and ran for the county road.”
“When I got back to the car,” Lydia said, “I tried to figure out what I could do to fix it. But I don’t know anything about cars. I was so scared. That’s when I called you.”
So many holes. Her story felt like a hot mess, held together not with truths or facts, but a sloppy knit of bullshit. But what else could she do? She didn’t trust Eastwind, either.
“Let’s go back to him.” She nodded at the woods. “I’ll take you to him.”
“By all means,” Eastwind murmured. “Show me everything.”
“He was here … we left him, here.”
Lydia frowned and kneeled down where the leaves and pine needles had been roughed up. In the midst of the otherwise undisturbed ground cover, the struggle between Daniel and that man in the black uniform had left obvious marks, raw dirt exposed and gouged by the heels and toes of both their sets of boots as well as the soldier’s body.
But the other half of that fight was nowhere to be seen.
Oh, God, she thought. He was out there. Somewhere.
And given that she had rushed over to try to stop what she’d thought was a murder—the man had seen her and he knew she had seen his face.
She pointed in the direction of the deer stand. “We were way over there, but this was where Daniel jumped him.”
Eastwind glanced around. Then focused on Daniel. “And you say you disarmed him?”
“I did. I didn’t take the weapons, though.” Daniel opened his leather jacket, flashing his pockets, the waistband of his jeans. “I wish I had, though.”
“What was he carrying?”
“An autoloader. A knife. Bullets.”
“And how badly did you hurt him?” the sheriff asked.
“I just choked him out.” He looked at Lydia. “I only wanted her to be able to get away so as soon as he was unconscious, I stopped. When I figured she was far enough ahead, I zip-tied him with his own stuff and ran for the county road.”
“Did you guys see his face?” Eastwind took out his phone as it vibrated, but sent whoever was calling to voice mail. “Could you ID him if you had to?”
“I saw his face,” Lydia said. “I absolutely can identify him.”
Eastwind put his hand up like he was stopping an argument before one started. “Not that I’m doubting you, but what makes you think he was a threat to you?”
“Other than all the weapons?” Daniel muttered dryly. “And the fact that he followed us in here?”
“Well, there are no weapons here. And no one around.” The sheriff looked at Lydia. “So I’m asking, what gave you the impression you were being stalked?”
“The footprints under my windows at home.” She took out her phone. Went through her pictures. “Here. Look at them.”
Eastwind took her cell and did some scrolling. With a pinch, he closed in on one of the images. “When did this happen?”
“Saturday night, I think. I found them Sunday morning.”
His brown eyes lifted from the screen. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I wasn’t sure how significant it was. But I know now, and that’s why I made you come here even though you were busy—”
“There was also a GPS tracker on her car.”
As Daniel spoke up, Eastwind’s brows flared. “I beg your pardon?”