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Chapter Three

Someone you loved...

Did she know? Josh searched her face, seeing nothing but concern for his kids. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her they would have gotten it right if she’d been taken.

That sounds ridiculous.

He didn’t want her abducted any more than he wanted the twins to be gone. He reached out, touching her swollen cheek.

“They hurt you.” Stupid statement. It was obvious, but he didn’t know what else to say. “Of course they did. They took you to the hospital.”

He noticed what she was wearing, the streak of blood still on her neck, the bandage at her hairline. Hospital scrubs because her clothes had been ruined.

Time to shed the shaking figure of a lost father. Tenoreno had hit his family—the only place he considered himself vulnerable. But he was stronger than this. He needed to show everyone—including himself. Gathering some courage, he straightened his backbone and placed both palms flat on the table to keep himself there.

He knew what McCaffrey was thinking. The agent had repeated his questions about Tracey’s possible motives more than once. Agent Kendall Barlow had been ordered to run a thorough background check on “the nanny.” If Tracey heard them call her that she’d let them know she was a child care provider and personal nutritionist.

Definitely not the nanny.

The FBI might have doubts about Tracey—he didn’t. First and foremost, she had no motive. They might need to rule her out as a suspect. No one in the room had mentioned Tenoreno by name. But Josh knew who was responsible.

Drawing air deep into his lungs, he readied himself to get started. Ready to fight Tenoreno or whoever he’d hired to take his kids.

“The agents need to know how long Jackson’s insulin will be okay. Can you give them more details?” All the extra chatter around him died. He took Tracey’s hand in his. “I took a guess, but you know a lot more about it than I do. These guys need an accurate estimate. I couldn’t think straight earlier.”

“It depends.” She drew in a deep breath and blew it out, puffing her cheeks. “There are stress factors I can’t estimate. A lot will be determined by what they give the twins to eat, of course. The cartridge can last three days, but he might be in trouble for numerous reasons. They could give him the wrong food or the tube might get clogged. The battery should be fine.”

“Hear that everybody? My son has forty-eight hours that we can count on. Seventy-two before he slips into a diabetic coma. Why are you still here?” He used his I’m-the-ranger-in-charge voice.

It worked. All the rangers, cops and friends left the house.

“I’m more worried that Sage might try to imitate what I do with the bolus when he eats. She knows not to touch it. But she also knows that when Jackson eats, I calculate how much extra insulin to give him. She’s a little mother hen and might try since I’m not there.”

“What’s a bolus?” George Lanning asked.

“An extra shot of insulin from his pump. You calculate, it injects.” The female agent shrugged. “I read and prepare for my cases.”

Josh hated diabetes.

Bryce stayed by the kitchen door. He’d driven Josh and wouldn’t leave until he had confirmation of orders that the two of them had already discussed. Unofficial orders when no one had been listening. Ranger headquarters had someone on the way to relieve him as Company F commander. Whoever was now in charge would make certain every rule was followed to the letter and that personnel kept their actions impeccable.

“Everyone is working off the assumption that the Tenoreno family is behind this. Right?” he asked McCaffrey, finally stating what everyone thought.

The FBI agents’ reactions were about what he expected. No one would confirm. They zipped their lips tight and avoided eye contact. But their actions were all the confirmation he needed.

The Mafia family connection was the reason the FBI had been called as soon as Josh had received the news. He’d rather have his Company in charge, but the conflict of interest was too great.

Bryce stood in the doorway and shook his head, warning him not to push the issue. They’d talked through the short list of pros and cons about confronting anyone called in to handle the kidnapping.

The more they forced the issue, the less likely the FBI would be inclined to share information. It could all blow up in his face. But it was like a big bright red button with a flashing neon sign that said Do Not Push.

The longer the agents avoided answering, the brighter the button blinked, tempting him to hit it.

“The Tenoreno family?”

Tracey was the only one left who didn’t know who they were. She needed to know what faced them because she was certain to be used by the Mafia-like family. No one wanted to explain so it was up to him to bring her up to speed.

Two hours and thirty-eight minutes after Tracey was found unconscious on a sidewalk, his phone rang. Brooks & Dunn’s “Put a Girl in It” blasted through the kitchen.

“That’s my ringtone for Tracey. They’re using her phone. It’s the kidnappers.”

* * *

EVERYONE STARED AT the phone. Only one person moved. Agent Barlow pulled a headset onto her ears, clicked or pushed buttons, then pointed to Agent McCaffrey. It really was like being a part of a scripted movie. Tracey could only watch.

“You know what to do, Josh. Try to keep them on the line as long as possible,” Agent McCaffrey said.

Tracey cupped her hands over her mouth to stop the words she wanted to scream. They would only antagonize the kidnappers and would probably get her dragged from the room. She needed to hear what those masked men were about to say.

Agent Barlow clicked on Josh’s cell.

“This is Parker.” Josh’s fingers curled into fists.

“You won’t hear from us again as long as you’re working with the FBI.” The line went dead.

“No. Wait!” Josh hammered his hand against the wood tabletop. But his face told her he knew it was no use.

“What just happened? Shouldn’t they let us know how to get in touch with them?” Tracey looked around the room, wanting answers. What did this mean? “You do have a plan, right?”

Agent McCaffrey clasped Josh’s shoulder, then patted it—while staring into Tracey’s eyes. “That’s what we expected.”

Everyone’s stare turned to Agent Barlow, who shook her head. “Nothing. We’ve been monitoring for Miss Cassidy’s phone, they fired it up, made the call and probably pulled the battery again.”

“So we’re back to square one.” Agent Lanning tapped on the window, silently bringing attention to the suits monitoring the outside of the house.

“We have instructions.” Josh stared at the only other ranger left in the house—Bryce.

Tracey was confused. It was as if they were speaking in some sort of code. Or maybe they were stating something obvious and the concussion was keeping her from recognizing it. The others shook their heads.

“You don’t want to do that, Josh.” Agent McCaffrey kept his cool. He clearly didn’t want whatever Josh had just silently communicated to Bryce. “This case is going to be difficult—”

“It’s not a case. They’re my kids.” Josh hit his chest with his fist. “Mine.”

“You need our resources.” Barlow dropped the headphones on the table.

“I need you to leave. I’ve told you that from the beginning.” Josh stood. Calmly this time, without tipping the chair to the floor. “I’ve played along for the past couple of hours hoping it’s not what we thought, but it is. These guys aren’t going to play games. They either get what they want or they kill—”

“You can’t do this,” Barlow said.

The agent seemed a little dramatic, but what did Tracey know?

“Yes, I can. It’s my right to refuse your help.” Josh gestured for Tracey to lead the way to the back staircase.

“Look...” Agent McCaffrey lowered his voice. “We’ll admit that the kidnapping involves Tenoreno. We assume these men are going to ask you to do something illegal. You’re better off if we stay.”

“I haven’t done anything illegal. You need to go.” Josh took the Texas Ranger Star he was so proud of and dropped it in the agent’s open palm. “Bryce. You know what to do.”

Josh caught Tracey under her elbow and led her up the staircase. They went to the kids’ bedroom, where he shut the door.

“What is Bryce going to do?”

“First thing is to get my badge back. I shouldn’t have given it to McCaffrey. But the agent wanted it for show in case the kidnappers are watching. I’ll surrender it to the new Company commander if they ask me to resign, not before. Then he’ll get everyone out of the house. Before the FBI arrived, we assumed we knew who was behind the kidnapping. There’s really no other motive. It’s not like I have a ton of money to pay a ransom.”

Tracey winced, but Josh was looking out the window and couldn’t have seen. The twins’ kidnapping didn’t have anything to do with her. The man said it has to be someone he loves. He meant someone Josh loves. Right?

“What if...” She hesitated to ask, to broach the subject that this entire incident might be her fault. She cleared her throat. “What are you going to do without the FBI’s help?”

“Get things done. Bryce has already arranged for friends in the Waco PD to watch the agents who will be watching us.” He quirked a brow at his cleverness, sitting on the footstool between the twin beds.

His wife’s parents had chosen that stool to match a rocker Gwen had never gotten to hold her children in. She’d been too weak. It’s where Josh refused to sit. The stool was as close as he’d get. The chair was where Tracey had rocked the babies to sleep.

“Have you told Gwen’s parents?”

“There’s nothing they could do. McCaffrey thinks it’s better to wait.”

“The FBI will be following us when we leave the house.” He stood again, wiping his palms on his jeans. “They’ll wait for me to issue an order to my men. I’d be breaking the law since I’ve been asked to step away from my command. Then they’ll swoop back in like vultures and take control of things.”

“Will you?”

“What? Leave? Don’t worry.” He straightened books on the shelf. “When I do, I’ll make sure someone’s here with you. Bryce will be close. I won’t leave you alone.”

“No. That’s not what I’m talking about. Will you break the law?”

He gawked at her with a blank look of incredulousness. Either surprised that she’d asked, insulting his ranger integrity. Or surprised that she questioned...

“What are you willing to do to save Jackson and Sage?” She tried not to move the rocker. She was serious and needed to know how far he’d go. “For the record, I’m willing to do anything. And I mean anything, including breaking the law.”

Did he look a little insulted as he bent and picked up Jackson’s pj’s from the floor? Well, she didn’t care. It was something she needed to hear him say out loud.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’ve heard about the integrity of the Texas Rangers since the first day I met you. How could I not after listening to the countless kitchen table conversations on the subject? Not to mention this past year when three of your company men might have been straddling the integrity fence, but managed to come out squeaky clean heroes.”

“You act like having integrity is a bad thing.” He clutched the pajamas and moved to the window instead of placing them back in the dresser.

“Not at all.” She stood and joined him, wishing she could blink and make this all go away.

All she could do was wrap her palms around his upper arm, offering the comfort of a friend. Even though they’d been raising his children together for four years, she couldn’t make the decisions he’d soon be faced with.

“Are you going to tell me about the Tenoreno family? At least more than what I’ve heard about them in the news? Are you in charge of the case?”

Josh didn’t shrug her away. They stood shoulder to shoulder at the pastel curtains sprinkled with baby farm animals. He stared at something in the far distance past the lake. Tracey just stared at him.

“In charge of the case? No. Company F has prepared Paul Tenoreno’s transportation route from Huntsville to Austin. I finalized the details this morning. Now that this...the kidnapping, your injuries...” He paused and took a couple of shallow breaths. “Tenoreno’s transport to trial has to be what this is all about. Thing is, state authorities are sure to change everything. It’s why they brought the FBI onto the case so quickly.”

“Is Tenoreno mixed up in the Mafia like the news insinuates?”

“Tenoreno is the Mafia in Texas.”

A chill scurried up her spine. The words seemed final somehow. As if Josh had accepted something was about to happen and there was no going back. He hadn’t answered her question about how far he’d go. But he wouldn’t let the Mafia take his kids. He just wouldn’t.

“You need to make me a promise, Tracey.”

“Anything.”

He removed her hands and crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to stare at the top of hers because he was frightened to meet her hazel eyes. Frightened of the desperation she might see in his face.

“Hear me out before you give me what for. I made you the guardian of the twins last year.”

“Without asking me?”

“Yeah. I was afraid you’d say no.” Josh shrugged and lifted the corner of his mouth in a little smile.

It was Tracey’s turn to look incredulous. “Seriously? When have I ever told you that I wouldn’t do something for those kids?”

He nodded, agreeing. “I need you to promise that no matter what happens to me...”

“I promise, but nothing’s going to happen to you.”

Of course, she didn’t know that. This afternoon when she’d headed to the day care to pick up the twins, she wouldn’t have believed anything could have happened to any of them. It has been an ordinary day. She’d finally made up her mind to talk with Josh about finding a permanent nanny to take her place.

“You asked what I was willing to do. They’re my kids, Tracey. I’ll do anything for them, including prison time.” Josh still had the pj’s wrapped in his hand. “Believe me, that’s not my intention, but you have to know it’s a possibility.”

Was he aware that she was willing to join him? She meant what she’d said about doing anything for Jackson and Sage. And if that meant she was the one who went to jail—so be it. And if it came down to it, she’d do anything to keep them with their father.

“Just tell me what to do, Josh.”

“Nothing. If Tenoreno’s people contact you, tell me. You can’t be involved in this. It has to be me.” He gripped her shoulders and then framed her cheeks. One of his thumbs skated across the bruised area and settled at her temple. “You got that? I’m the one who’s going to rescue my kids and pay the consequences.”

She believed him. She had to. But she couldn’t promise to stay out of his way. She might have the answer. What if money could solve their problem? Even if it wouldn’t, now wasn’t the time to tell him she’d never let him be separated from the twins.