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Chapter Five

In spite of the bell that announced her entrance, none of the half dozen people gathered near the counter turned a head to look Lisa’s way when she walked in. Instead, they were clearly transfixed by a wildly gesticulating, red-faced man with his back to her.

“Then I watched that scrawny, tattooed bastard make off with my Explorer, right out of this lot. Where the hell’s that deputy?”

An attractive brunette in a blue smock gestured for calm. “Now, take it easy, Clem. I just got off the phone with the sheriff’s office. They’ll have someone out in no time at—”

“Which way was he driving?” Lisa interrupted. “And did you see an older silver Camry with a woman and my little boy inside?”

Every head snapped toward her, horror written in their faces as they took in her blood-spattered shirt and bandaged arm.

“Please,” she begged the owner of the stolen SUV, “you have to help me. They carjacked me in Coopersville and took off with my son inside the Camry. He’s only five years old.”

“You poor thing,” said the brunette, whose name tag read Karla. “You’re hurt, darling. Let me call an ambulance—”

“There’s no time. I’ll be fine.” Though pain hovered in the background, Lisa barely registered it.

“We’ve been trailing them in my truck,” said Cole, who had come in behind her. “I’m Captain Cole Sawyer, Army Ranger, and I witnessed the abduction.”

The firm authority in his voice demanded both respect and cooperation as he added, “We’ll need a plate number, and a good description of the vehicle and where it was heading, a few supplies and a quick fill-up so we can try to catch them.”

Clem was the first to recover from his shock. “You’ll find my Explorer?”

“The boy’s our first priority,” Cole answered, “but I’ll do what I can.”

A man with a bushy gray mustache and a cowboy hat quickly nodded. “I served our country, too, sir. Let me get you started with that fill-up.”

As he hurried off, Karla took charge, asking Cole and Lisa, “You notify the Tuller County Sheriff?”

“The kidnappers took my purse and phone,” Lisa said.

Cole shook his head, his mouth tightening. “And I didn’t have one on me.”

The waitress nodded. “Tell me, what do you need?”

In record time, Karla, who was apparently the owner, directed her customers to help gather up first-aid supplies, drinks, food and assorted other items they deemed helpful, while the owner of the stolen Explorer described his four-year-old blue SUV.

Once they were ready, Cole tried to press a handful of twenties on Karla, but she waved him off.

“Forget it.” Her compassionate blue eyes found Lisa’s, and she pulled something from her pocket and pressed it into Lisa’s hand. “Just get out there and find your little boy.”

It was a cell phone.

“Reception’s pretty spotty out here, but you’ll find places you can use it. I’ve got another phone here.” Karla jerked her chin to indicate a corded model on the counter. “I’ll look up the Tuller County Sheriff’s number and let them know what you’ve told us.”

“Please tell them about my son,” said Lisa. “If you have something to write on, I’ll give you his name and my Camry’s plate number so they can put out an AMBER Alert right away.”

“Of course.” Karla hurried to get her a pen and order pad.

“Thank you so much.” Lisa was humbled by the generosity and teamwork of these total strangers. And struck by guilt at the way Cole was stepping up, when only a few minutes before she’d been so convinced he was going to abandon her that she’d been willing to risk everything to stop him.

The weight of the straw bag on her shoulder reminded her of the item she’d slipped inside it earlier to ensure his cooperation, but she pushed regret aside to leave her information for the sheriff. As soon as she was done, she and Cole rushed back to the truck, though this time she insisted on climbing inside on her own power.

Heading in the direction Clem had indicated, they quickly turned onto an even smaller, southbound county road that Lisa had never before noticed, much less traveled. Out here, there were no streetlights, and the few houses were flanked by barns and other outbuildings. Stars were popping in the cloudless night sky, more of them by the minute, but they did little to relieve the gathering darkness, or the even bleaker blackness threatening to swamp her.

She couldn’t stand to think of how Tyler must be feeling tonight, scared and alone with those two monsters who’d taken him. Couldn’t put it out of her mind, not even when Rowdy jumped onto the seat and nuzzled her hand, offering whatever small solace he could.

“They could have split up,” she said, her voice shaking. “What if that woman took Tyler with her and went the other way in my car?”

“I expect they’ve ditched your car somewhere nearby,” Cole told her. “Probably figured it’s too hot to keep driving. We can catch them, Lisa. If Clem’s right about how long ago his Explorer was taken, they’re only fifteen or twenty minutes ahead of us, maybe less, since they had your car to deal with.”

They drove on, the bumping of the tires on the rutted pavement like an endlessly repeating song.

When she could endure it no longer, she asked, “Would you like a soda?”

“Yeah, sure—or better yet, one of those sports drinks. And you should try to eat and drink, too.”

“Forget that,” she said as she passed him a chilled bottle. “I’ll have something as soon as we find Tyler.”

“You need to fuel up now so you won’t keel over.”

The idea turned her stomach, but she took out a couple of wrapped ham sandwiches, passing one to Cole. Rowdy licked her hand, then softly snuffled, reminding her that he was hungry, too.

She groaned, her stomach pitching.

“Are you okay?” Cole asked.

“Tyler asked me for fast food.” Her vision hazed with moist heat. “I told him no, that I’d make dinner. I should have bought him something, should never have told him no.”

“I don’t know much about you, Lisa,” Cole said softly. “But everything I’ve seen tells me one thing. You’re a good mom.”

The kindness in his voice was nearly her undoing. She didn’t want his compassion, didn’t need his understanding. She wanted to hate him, to have someone to blame as much as she blamed herself.

“Before my husband left for his deployment, I told him not to worry about Tyler. I said I would take care of our son so Devin could focus on taking care of himself. I promised. ”

Cole speared her with a look. “What happened today,” he said, his gray eyes troubled, “is wrong. It’s as evil as anything I’ve seen in wartime. But get this in your head, Lisa. It isn’t because of anything you did or didn’t do.”

As his words sank in, they triggered a memory that pushed beyond the aching in her temples. The memory of asking Evie if the abduction was because of something she herself had done.

“The thing is... Remember how you asked if I knew them? Well, I think I do know her,” Lisa blurted. “The woman who kidnapped us.”

“Are you sure?” Cole asked. “Where do you know her from?”

She shook her head. “I can’t—I can’t remember. She called herself Evie LeStrange, but it was obviously a fake name. When I thought I recognized her, I tried to ask, to find out if I’d somehow done something to offend her. That’s when she hit me with her gun.”

“Tell me what she looked like, in as much detail as you can remember. Maybe that’ll help to jog your memory.”

Nodding, Lisa described the hacked, blue-streaked hair and the cruelly thin face, the blue eyes, the black clothing and the sneer. The more she recalled, the more convinced she became that something familiar lay behind the dark facade. “I’m sure of it now,” she erupted in frustration. “If only I could remember.”

“Could the name have some significance? Maybe it’s a reference to something. Have you ever known anyone named Eve, Eva, Evita...?”

Lisa shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“What about LeStrange? Could it mean anything?”

She tried to focus, but nothing came to her. When Rowdy whined, she absently pulled out a second sandwich and clumsily unwrapped it, then fed him small pieces. “There’s something about her, but the harder I try to think,” she said, “the further it slips away.”

“Then quit trying,” Cole suggested, “and maybe it’ll pop into your head a little later.”

As they drove on, Lisa wondered how much longer he would be willing to keep driving, how much more he would risk for a fight that wasn’t his. And how long it would take him to notice that earlier she’d pulled his gun from beneath the seat and slipped it into her bag in case he changed his mind.

* * *

T HEY ’ D GOTTEN DAMNED LUCKY at the last stop, Cole realized, just as they’d been fortunate when Lisa had spotted the dog.

But luck was like that sometimes, lulling the man who counted on it into the false sense that the breaks would always fall his way.

Cole wasn’t such a man, and he knew better than to believe, as Lisa seemed to, that all their problems would be over once they caught up with the Explorer. On the contrary, he feared that would be by far the most dangerous part of the equation.

He slid a look to Lisa, who was trying to force down a bite of sandwich while the little dog wagged his tail and stared plaintively, his front paws on her knee. He should have left both of them back there, where the kind people from the store could have gotten her help. Where she would be out of harm’s way while he did whatever he had to.

But her stake in this was so high, he hadn’t had it in him to deny her need to be here. That didn’t mean, however, that he would brook any interference with the rescue of her son.

“When we catch up with them,” he told her, “we’re not going to engage. Not until the authorities catch up.”

She put down the sandwich and glared at him. “You have to be kidding. We haven’t gotten this far just to follow them. Heaven only knows what they’re doing to my—”

“Do you want him back alive?” He spoke sharply, meaning to shock her. Judging from the devastation in her eyes, it had worked. “If we try to chase them, they might kill him. Or we might, if we make whoever’s driving wreck the vehicle.”

She chewed her lower lip, her eyes brimming. “Then what do we do?”

“Try to maintain visual contact without arousing their suspicions, and let the authorities know where they can find us.”

Pulling the phone from her bag, she looked down at it. “No bars at all. No signal.”

“Keep checking. We’ll get one eventually, or, if we’re lucky, the sheriff’s deputies will find us first.”

“And if they don’t?”

“We wait for an opportunity. A chance for me to take out one or both kidnappers.” He leaned forward, hunching over the wheel and staring at a flickering glow on the horizon, dark smoke billowing above it. “Look. Look up ahead. What the hell is that?”

Images roared up from his past: a crowded marketplace, the terrified, dark eyes of a woman in her clean white burka, a split second’s hesitation, then the distant concussion as the scene—along with Lisa’s husband and a dozen innocent civilian shoppers—erupted into flame.

But this was not Afghanistan, he knew, so he shunted the painful memory aside and rounded the curve, already feeling the horror tightening in his gut. Already smelling the smoke as the rear end of a burning vehicle, its nose down in a roadside ditch, came into view.

“That’s my car!” screamed Lisa, though only the blazing trunk was visible. “Oh, my God, Tyler could be in there! He might be locked inside!”