Part 12 (1/2)

The crowd pushed closer.

Movement caught Tyson's eye and he saw Libby topple over. She lay as if dead on the ground, blood covering her clothes, staining her skin, her face as white as a sheet. His heart nearly stopped, then began to pound hard.

Hannah swayed, was caught by Matt Granite. He lifted the supermodel and placed her in a squad car. Jackson carried Elle and then Sarah as Matt helped Abigail, Joley and Kate get to the cars. The paramedics worked fast to bundle Jonas onto the gurney to transport him to the nearest hospital. Tyson pushed his way through the crowd toward Libby. A burly officer b.u.mped chests with him.

”You can't go past this point. This is a crime scene.”

”Like h.e.l.l. Libby is my...” What the h.e.l.l did one say to get past the law? ”She's my...” Words failed him again. ”We're dating.”

”We have people looking after her. As soon as they move her, you'll be able to see her.” The officer did not appear to be in the least impressed with Ty's declaration.

”Like h.e.l.l I'm waiting,” Tyson snapped. ”Half the people running around your precious crime scene are not law enforcement personnel, so don't give me excuses.” Behind him, the crowd pushed closer and Sam b.u.mped Tyson hard, driving him into the officer's chest.

Immediately the officer shoved Ty away from him, sending Tyson staggering backward into Sam, who stumbled and fell into the angry mob. Chaos exploded. People began swinging wildly at the deputy and each other. Tyson helped his cousin up, ducked a flying fist and then took a hit far too close to his broken rib so that he was forced to protect that side of him, the pain taking his breath as he hunched over.

”I'm going to arrest every one of you.” Jackson had come over and was speaking in a low, menacing tone that sobered the crowd instantly. ”Go home and let us do our job. You're blocking the way of the ambulance.”

Officers formed a barrier, s.h.i.+elding Jonas from the sight of the crowd as he was placed inside the vehicle. The deputies, joined by several highway patrol officers, drove the mob back to allow the ambulance to get onto the road.

Ty found himself staggering over to the edge of the road, holding his side and craning his neck in an attempt to spot Libby. She had several people surrounding her, mostly the men a.s.sociated with the Drakes.

”You okay?” Sam asked, anxiety plain in his voice.

”No, I'm not okay,” Tyson bit out between his teeth. ”I don't know if she's dead or alive. She isn't moving.”

Sam glanced at Libby's body, partially blocked by two burly men. ”What really happened here, Ty? I heard 'officer down' and came running. What the h.e.l.l happened to him? Who would do this?”

”I told you. Someone shot him. It looked like multiple wounds. No one knows why, or if they do, they aren't saying.” Tyson pushed a hand through his hair. To his astonishment he was trembling. ”I don't get this, Sam. I know she can't heal people. It isn't possible, we know that. Libby's smart. d.a.m.ned smart, but she really believes she can heal people like some faith healer in a tent. I didn't realize how seriously she believes it until just now. She'd never have risked Jonas this way otherwise.”

Sam shrugged. ”The Drakes have always been different. Everyone in Sea Haven knows that. Maybe the answer is just as simple as they crave attention any way they can get it. G.o.d knows, they don't live low-profile lives.”

Tyson's gut knotted. He had had this same conversation with his cousin before, back when he'd first mentioned he was interested in Libby. Sam had protested with surprisingly well-thought-out reasons why it would never work. Tyson had quoted part of the conversation to Libby at dinner, wanting to guide her gently toward thinking with logic. Libby didn't strike him as a woman who craved attention. In fact he'd never seen her intentionally draw attention to herself. He shook his head. ”The motivation doesn't fit her, Sam. She's brilliant and skilled and maybe that makes her vulnerable to believing she can heal others.”

”Whatever, Ty. If we don't get out of here pretty soon, we're going to get arrested. That cop is staring at you and he doesn't look happy.”

”Go, Sam. This isn't your mess. I want to make certain Libby's okay. If I get arrested, sooner or later BioLab will bail me out.”

”I'm sure they will. You're their big star,” Sam said.

”I'm trying not to notice that there was sarcasm in your tone,” Tyson said. He regarded his cousin through narrowed eyes, his attention on the cops, waiting for them to lose interest in him. ”I'm sorry about the phone calls at all hours of the night. It's just that I've been concerned about that project...”

”It's not your project, Ty. You've got all of BioLab in an uproar. They're calling the house and sending couriers and snowing up on my doorstep when I'm trying to entertain a beautiful woman. I was this close”-Sam measured the distance off with his fingers-”to getting her to stay with me. I've been after her for months.”

Tyson's attention s.h.i.+fted back to the sheriff deputies. They'd lost interest in him now that the crowd had dispersed and he seemed to be obeying orders.

”I'm sorry,” Ty mumbled. It was a habit from childhood and easily done and never all that genuine. He was always cramping Sam's style when he was home, although he spent so much time in his bas.e.m.e.nt laboratory that Sam often referred to Tyson as ”the mole.” Sam was never serious about any one woman and if he messed up his chances to sleep with one woman, he simply moved on to the next. He was charming and easygoing and not overly ambitious. He loved being a firefighter for the forestry but didn't particularly want the responsibility of moving up the ladder whereas Tyson was driven to always move forward.

Sam shrugged it off with his small grin like he always did. ”Don't sweat it, Ty, easy come, easy go. She'll come back when she gets over her snit.” He followed Tyson's gaze to Libby. ”The only reason you're interested in Libby Drake is because she's a puzzle and you have to solve it. She's too bizarre for you to really want to be with her.”

Tyson flinched inwardly at Sam's matter-of-fact a.s.sessment of his interest in Libby. The worst of it was, he knew it wasn't true. She'd intrigued him from the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. There was something different about Libby and he wanted to figure her out, but he also loved being with her. He glanced at her again. She hadn't moved, but in the cars, three of her sisters were exhibiting signs of coming around. ”They had to have put themselves in a trance,” he muttered aloud.

”What?” Sam asked. He followed Tyson's gaze. ”Ma.s.s hysteria at work.”

Tyson might have used the phrase himself, but now that Sam had, it annoyed him. Libby didn't get hysterical and neither did her sisters, but it was entirely possible they did put themselves in a trance. That was a logical explanation. He frowned at Sam. ”I thought you were friends with the Drakes.”

Sam shrugged. ”Of course I am, but that doesn't mean I'm not aware they're crazy. Come on, Ty, do you think all that heebie-jeebie stuff is for real?”

”Of course not.”

”Then it's either all about s.e.x or you having to figure her out or both.”

Tyson waved him off, angry but not knowing why. He didn't like Sam's a.s.sessment no matter how true it might be. The officers were no longer even looking his way and he took advantage of the fact, moving swiftly over to where Libby lay on the ground just feet from the smashed car.

Matt Granite nodded at him. ”We've got to get them back to the house.”

”I'll get Libby.” Tyson didn't want anyone else picking her up, holding her close. She looked dead, still unconscious, her skin like wax.

”No.” Sarah made the protest, calling from the car.

Damon Wilder, her fiance, immediately wrapped his arm around her. ”We're taking you all home, Sarah. Libby will be fine once we're in your house.”

”Have Jackson put Libby in the car.” Sarah's gaze touched on Tyson.

He felt her instant rejection of him. There was none of her teasing laughter, no acceptance at all. She looked at him the way he might a virus under a microscope. Deep inside, everything he was welled up in protest. Stubbornly he pushed past Jackson to reach for Libby.

”No!” Sarah was sharper this time, steel in her voice. ”You aren't what she needs right now.”

Ty glared at her. ”I'm exactly what she needs right now. Someone with logic.”

Matt put a hand on his shoulder. ”You don't understand any of this and you'll do more harm than good. We'll handle it.”

Jackson sent Ty a dark, dangerous look, those ice cold eyes chilling him. ”Back off, Derrick. Go home. I think you've caused enough trouble for one night.”

Tyson watched as Jackson gathered Libby's slight weight into his arms. She hung limp, lifeless, her cloud of dark hair falling over his arm like skeins of silk. Ty paced along beside the deputy. ”All I wanted to do was get Jonas help.” He defended himself. He didn't give a d.a.m.n what Jackson thought of him, but he needed to tell Libby.

He followed Jackson to the deputy's vehicle. He'd never felt so helpless in his life, or so unsure. He always knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it, but he just didn't have a clue about the situation he was in. He needed to protect Libby, even if it was from herself and he could see now that her family not only encouraged her behavior but would fight him if he tried to take her out of the situation.

Matt Granite and Aleksandr Volstov blocked him from reaching in and pulling Libby out of the police car. ”You'd better go,” Aleksandr said. ”You don't want to make any enemies.”

Anger flashed through Ty with such ferocity he could barely contain it. He stepped closer to the Russian, uncaring the man was an Interpol agent and had been trained since childhood in more ways to kill a man than Ty might ever know. ”You back off. All of you. I'm not afraid of you and you're not warning me off of Libby. She needs help and all of you are idiots.”

”So you're going to save her from her family,” Matt said.

There was warning in Matt's stance, enough to remind Tyson he was a former army ranger. Ty shrugged off Sam's restraining hand. ”h.e.l.l, yes, I'm going to save her from her family. They're fruitcakes and you're just as bad, encouraging them to believe in witchcraft. It's a bunch of garbage and you know it. Get the h.e.l.l out of my way, Granite. You don't impress me all that much either.”

Sam yanked on his arm, staring at him as if he'd grown two heads. Tyson couldn't blame him. He didn't believe in fighting-it was stupid and childish-but he wasn't afraid at the prospect of a fight. He had excelled in several forms of martial arts, but when he sparred, it was to teach or to be taught, or he simply ended the fight as fast as possible with a knockout. There was no in between. Yet now, he was virtually picking a fight with the Drake sisters' fiances.