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Hawk had slept little last night. Nothing unusual for him. When his mind was in gear, his body seemed to refuel on adrenaline. It was that way for most of the frogmen he knew. Maybe that was what set them apart, a trait that had helped them make it through the initial BUD/S training and later take dangerous missions in stride.

In the early hours of the morning, his surge of energy had pushed him through an extensive online search for information on Todd Salatoya. The basic facts were easy enough to locate for someone who knew how to maneuver the intricate maze of informational sites. What Hawk hadn’t been able to find on his own, Cutter’s tech guy Eduardo had sniffed out for him. Actually, he’d waited until seven to call Eduardo. He figured some men slept.

Todd had had an exemplary record as an FBI agent, highly acclaimed. He’d been killed in the line of duty just as Alonsa had said, shot repeatedly by a drug dealer manning an AK-47. It had apparently been a brutal clash in a sting that Todd had masterminded. This time he’d made a few fatal misjudgments and the cartel had been waiting for him.

So Todd Salatoya went down on a bitterly cold winter night and never went home to his beautiful wife and two kids. Merely weeks later his daughter had been abducted from the Houston Zoo.

In spite of Craig’s insistence to the contrary, it was highly possible that the two were related—a payback against Todd’s family or a warning to other agents not to mess with the cartel. If so, Hawk might be about to open a load of trouble for himself and, worse, for Alonsa.

His insides tightened as he took the short walk from his truck to Alonsa’s front door. This definitely wasn’t what he’d expected when he’d driven Alonsa home last night. Then he’d been a man following his libido. Not that he’d be able to just turn off his sexual urges where she was concerned. Some men claimed they could. Hawk figured they lied.

What went on in the hormonal realm was beyond his control. What he did about that attraction was what mattered here. Hawk was a champion in the behavioral control game, which was why he wouldn’t try to jump Alonsa’s bones.

In the meantime, he had plenty to focus on. If there was even a chance that little girl was still alive, she needed to be returned to her mother. He’d play this as if she were alive and that any wrong move could work against finding her.

Alonsa opened the door before he knocked. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater the color of the Caribbean Sea. Her long dark hair was pulled into a knot at the back of her head with long silky strands left to hang loose and dance about her shoulders. She wore no apparent makeup but her full lips were soft and glossy. Her dark lashes curved above her bewitching eyes.

Reel it in, Hawk. This is strictly business.

IT WAS THE FIRST TIME in a year that Alonsa had been forced to go over the details of her husband’s death, though it had never stopped haunting her. Still, she described the events to Hawk as precisely as possible.

Hawk listened without interruption until she’d run out of emotional steam and sank back in the big overstuffed chair by the window. She kicked off her leather slides and curled her left foot up in the chair with her.

“What I know about that night came from Craig. Before Todd’s death, I never knew much about what he actually did,” she admitted reluctantly.

“Is that because it was classified?”

“Partly, but we had decided early in the marriage that the less I knew about the danger he dealt with the better.”

“Makes sense.”

Actually they’d quit communicating about much of anything except the children those last few months, but no reason to go into that with Hawk.

“Were most of his assignments in the New York area?”

“No. He was frequently gone for months at a time.”

“That must have been hard on the marriage.”

“I stayed busy,” she said, avoiding a direct answer. Busy with her children. They’d spent hours at the park. Lucy had loved the park. She maneuvered the climbing apparatus better than the older kids and almost never fell. Once she…

Alonsa reined in the thoughts as pain threaded itself through the membranes of her heart.

“Maybe we should take a break,” Hawk said, obviously recognizing the signs of a woman about to crater on him.

She nodded her agreement. “I need to check on Brandon. I worry when he’s too quiet. There’s no end to what a curious three-year-old can get into.”

She stretched to her feet, but didn’t bother to slip back into her shoes. Her bright teal socks mocked her gray mood as she padded to the small play alcove just off the kitchen.

Originally the space had held a large farmhouse table surrounded by tall wooden chairs and benches. But she’d needed Brandon close to her, constantly in her sight for the first year after Lucy’s abduction. Even now, she liked having him nearby so that she heard him immediately if he called out to her.

Brandon had given up on building towers and had constructed a ranch with his blocks and plastic animals, complete with a riding arena for the toy horses Linney had bought him. Carne was gnawing on a short length of rope. The well-chewed, soggy knot was his favorite toy.

“Would you like a juice box?” she asked.

“Cherry.” Brandon sat one of his cowboys on top of a horse. “Can I have a cookie, too?”

“Sure. One cookie and some juice coming up.”

“I want to go outside and ride my tractor.”

“As soon as my guest leaves.”

“Make him go home now.”

“We still have things to talk about.”

“Talk to me, Mommy. Outside.”

He should probably be outside playing with kids his own age. Even Merlee had suggested Alonsa enroll him in the preschool program at church for at least a few days a week. Alonsa had gotten as far as registering him, but on the morning she was to drop him off, she discovered the class was going on a field trip to a local pumpkin patch.

If she could lose Lucy when they were one-on-one at the zoo, how could a teacher possibly watch Brandon close enough in a group of children? She’d taken him home and given up on the preschool idea altogether.

Brandon and Carne followed her back to the kitchen. Hawk helped himself to a refill of coffee as she handed Brandon his juice. Carne dropped the chew toy from his mouth and made a task of watching Hawk.

It hit Alonsa how strange it was to have a man making himself at home in her kitchen. It should have been more awkward than it was, but Hawk had an easy way about him that made her comfortable. And a blatant virility that had the opposite effect.

“Wanna ride my tractor,” Brandon said, directing the comment at Hawk and letting a few crumbles of cookie tumble from the corners of his mouth.

“Remember the rule,” Alonsa reminded him. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. And I told you Mr. Taylor and I have business to discuss.”

“You have a tractor?” Hawk said. “Awesome.”

“It goes fast, too.”

“I’d like to see it.” Hawk glanced at Alonsa. “If it’s okay with your mother.”

“She don’t care, huh, Mom?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but started running toward the back door.

“Get your windbreaker,” she called after him.

“Aww.” Nonetheless, he followed orders and yanked a bright red jacket from a low hook by the mudroom door.

Alonsa retrieved her cell phone from the counter next to the cookie jar and clipped it to the waistband of her jeans. “I suppose we can talk as well outside as in, as long as we stay out of Brandon’s earshot,” she said.

“I don’t see why not. I could use a little fresh air myself.”

Alonsa wasn’t quite sure how to take that. Was it her house in particular Hawk found stifling or houses in general? Not that it mattered. She detoured to the family room for her shoes then followed the both of them outside and into the bright sunshine that characterized living in this part of Texas. It was January, and at midmorning the temperature had already climbed into the high fifties.

“It’s snowing in New York,” she said, thinking out loud.

“Do you miss that?” Hawk asked.

“Not often.”

“Broadway?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “And the city in general.” Her quiet life in Texas seemed a galaxy away from the life she’d once lived.

Brandon, on the other hand, knew only this life. He didn’t remember his father or his sister. He knew only what Alonsa had shared with him and what he’d seen in the many photographs scattered about the house. His father had died while being a hero. His sister was away.

Occasionally he asked questions about Lucy, but for the most part the simple explanation that she would be home soon satisfied him. At some point she’d have to tell him the truth, but not yet.

He jumped on his battery-operated tractor, turned the key and started bouncing down the blacktop driveway. “Watch me go fast, Mr. Taylor.”

“Don’t get a speeding ticket.”

Brandon laughed and aimed for a bumpy spot in the drive with Carne running in front of him, his yappy bark colliding with the caw of a belligerent crow.

“Don’t go past the curve,” Alonsa called. “Stay where I can see you.”

“Don’t you ever let him outside alone?” Hawk asked.

“In the fenced backyard, where I can watch him from the kitchen window.”

“That’s it?”

“He’s only three, Hawk. And we’re not that far off the highway. Anyone could wander up.”

“It’s half a mile to the cattle gap. Ranching kids get used to wide-open spaces early.”

“It’s not like I have him imprisoned. He has a play set with a slide, swings, a fort and a huge sandbox to play with his construction equipment.”

She walked away, heading to an old tire swing that dangled from the low branch of an oak in the side yard. She didn’t have to explain her child-rearing habits to Hawk Taylor. Besides, Brandon wasn’t a ranching kid. They didn’t have a single cow on the land.

Hawk followed her. He leaned against the trunk of the tree while she stirred the dirt beneath the swing with the toes of her shoes. Squirrels darted among the branches over her head. A light breeze crackled the dried, fallen leaves. Brandon’s tractor rumbled in the background, punctuated by Carne’s excited barks.

Life was going on as usual, only nothing felt usual today. Tension swelled between her and Hawk, not quite anger, not quite attraction, but some weird place in the middle.

He wrapped his fingers around an overhead branch. His muscles flexed and pushed at the cotton fabric of his shirt. “You’re not convinced Lucy’s abduction was random, are you?”

She exhaled slowly. “I told you that Craig Dalliers says all the evidence points to the fact that it was. The FBI has thoroughly checked out and eliminated every possibility that it was related to Todd’s work with the agency.”

“So you’ve said. That wasn’t the question.”

So he’d read the signs, picked up on the fact that if she’d been fully convinced Lucy’s kidnapping was random, she wouldn’t be so squeamish about letting Brandon out of her sight for even a second.

“I haven’t ruled out anything,” she admitted.

“And yet you’ve remained here in Dobbin, where you were living when the abduction took place, instead of losing yourself back in the crowded city you claim to miss so much. Why is that?”

He wasn’t the first to question that, though most people hadn’t put as much thought into the situation as Hawk clearly had. Usually she brushed the question off. She’d never get away with that with Hawk.

“Lucy knew her phone number and her address. If she ever remembers, if she tries to get in touch with us, I want to be here. I know it gets more doubtful that will happen after two years, but that was my reasoning in the beginning.”

“And now?”

“I like my work and the house is paid for.”

Hawk swatted absently at a horsefly that had settled on his arm. “Have you given more thought to setting up a meeting between me and Craig Dalliers?”

“I’ll give him a call later and see what I can work out.”

“What’s wrong with now? Or give me his direct number and I’ll call him.”

“I should talk to him first.”

“So that you can try to justify why I’m getting in on the case?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I don’t want him to think I doubt his abilities. He’s given the case his all. I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”

“No problem. Handle Craig any way you want,” Hawk said. “As long as you let him know I expect his full cooperation in supplying me with all the facts. Anything less will sabotage my investigation.”

“I’ll make sure he understands.”

“And then I’d like us to take a trip together to the zoo this afternoon. I want to see the exact spot where you were standing when Lucy disappeared.”

Back to the zoo. Back into the depths of the setting where the nightmare had started. A numbness settled in her mind. She got out of the swing. Her legs went weak.

Hawk wrapped his strong hands around her forearms, literally holding her up. “I know this will be hard on you, Alonsa, but it’s important. And I’ll be there with you every second.”

“I don’t see how it can help.”

“I need to see the paths in and away from the area so I’ll get a better understanding of how someone could lure a little girl from her mother in a crowd of people with no one noticing.”

New fears surfaced. “I don’t want to take Brandon there.”

“Don’t you trust me to keep him safe?”

“I don’t trust myself not to break down and I don’t want him there to witness that.”

“I thought you might feel that way. I talked to Linney this morning. She’s agreed to watch him.”

“Do you always think of everything?”

“Part of the SEAL creed.”

“Along with holding women together when they’re falling apart?”

“Only the hot ones. You qualify, but you won’t fall apart. Just hang tough.”

“Tough, that’s me.” She took a deep breath and struggled to will the strength he thought she had into her body and soul. “I guess I should go ahead and call Craig since you’re ready to start working the case.”

“Excellent idea. I’ll keep an eye on the boy for you.”

She heard Brandon calling to him to watch him ride the second she turned to walk away.

She felt as if she’d just signed on for a ride herself and her insides were rattling like the child-size tractor. The difference was the tractor was on familiar turf.

Alonsa was in the hands of a stranger, a cowboy warhero with enough self-assurance to take on the world—or one missing child. The test would be to see if Hawk Taylor was as good as he claimed. And if she could survive the Houston Zoo.

ALONSA MADE THE CALL to Craig. He was unavailable but she’d left a message for him to call at once. He hadn’t as yet.

They arrived at the zoo just after one in the afternoon. Alonsa’s legs felt leaden as they made their way to the saltwater pool at the edge of the main plaza. The facility wasn’t crowded and the attendance appeared to be mostly young mothers and nannies enjoying a day out in the sunshine with their preschoolers. It was probably too soon after Christmas break for an overload of school field trips.

Alonsa spotted a boy about Brandon’s age lolling behind and ignoring his mother’s pleas to keep up with her and the twins she was pushing in a double stroller. She fought the urge to stop and caution the mother about what could happen if she let her son out of her sight.

She’d done that the first year after Lucy’s disappearance, initiated herself in any situation that made her nervous. For the most part people had reacted to the intrusion with indifference or downright hostility. Eventually, she’d stopped monitoring everyone’s parenting skills.

Her heart hammered in her chest as they reached the dreaded exhibit. She stopped, her feet rooted to the earth. Two years fell away and she slid back in time to the day she’d stood here with Lucy squealing in delight at the antics of the fascinating creatures. A shudder ripped through her.

Hawk reached for her hand. Hers was clammy, but still she held on to his.

“Hang in here with me, Alonsa. This won’t take long. Just give me a recap. Where were you standing? What did you notice?”

“Okay.” Her voice felt as if it were pushing through layers of rough wool. “We were standing near the rail, there next to that sign that describes the animals. I read it to Lucy. Even at four she was starting to read and was interested in all the informational material.”

Highly intelligent. Great swimmers. Could hold their breath for extended periods of time. Bizarrely, the facts, if not the exact words, swam through the fog clouding Alonsa’s mind.

“There was a woman standing near us with her husband and several children. They were on vacation and had driven down from Ohio. We talked.”

“Did you notice anything suspicious about her?” Hawk asked. “Did she ask unusual questions or touch Lucy in a familiar manner?”

“No. They were just nice, friendly people. Craig tracked them down and talked with her during the first days of the investigation. She cooperated fully, but she hadn’t seen Lucy leave the area.”

“Do you remember anyone else in the area before the group of schoolchildren arrived?”

“There were other people around, but no one else registered in my mind. Believe me, I tried to remember everything and I answered hundreds of questions right after Lucy disappeared. There were no suspicious instances or people.”

“Did you talk to anyone else that day or notice the same people standing around at different exhibits?”

“The only person I had a real conversation with was one of the workers. We were near the panda exhibit and she was nice enough to answer all of Lucy’s questions. She was a college student working during her summer break.”

“Do you remember her name?”

“Elle Carrigan. Both Craig and I talked to her after the abduction. She didn’t see Lucy again once we’d walked away from her.”

No one knew anything, and Alonsa was starting to think working with Hawk on this was a big mistake. There would be nothing he could do but cross the same T’s and dot the identical I’s that Craig had already crossed and dotted.

Hawk squeezed her hand as if reading her misgivings. His strength seeped into her. When she looked up she was gripped by the intensity of his stare as he studied the surroundings. He was committed and doing his job. She was the liability here.

“I’ll be fine, Hawk. I’ll stand right here. You do what you need to do. Search every aspect of the area.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

She stood at the railing, watching but not really seeing the sea lions. There were three now. There had been only two when she’d stood here with Lucy. Cali and Kamia, both females. Lucy had said she was going to name one of her dolls Cali. She’d never seen her dolls again.

“Mrs. Salatoya.”

Alonsa turned, startled. She recognized Elle Carrigan immediately. “Elle. I didn’t expect to see you here today.”

“I graduated in December. I’m working at the zoo full-time now.”

“That’s great.”

“I’m glad I ran into you. I’d been thinking about trying to find your phone number so I could call you to see if the photo was any help in the investigation.”

Alonsa failed to make sense of the comment. “What photo?”

“The one I sent to the FBI.”

“I haven’t heard anything about a photo. Was this recently?”

“A few months ago. It was the strangest thing. I was going through some photos that belonged to my sister when I noticed this kid that looked exactly like Lucy. I even recognized the T-shirt she’d worn the day I met her. The one with the silly turtle on it. I commented on it at the time. Remember?”

“I remember. Tell me about the photo.”

“Tonya—that’s my younger sister—was clowning around with her friends near the gate and waiting on me to finish my shift at three o’clock. Anyway, there was a lady and a little girl in the background of one of the pictures they snapped.”

“You’re sure it was Lucy?”

“Almost positive.”

“And she was with a lady?”

“Yes, the lady was turned so that you couldn’t see her face, but she was holding Lucy’s hand and leading her through the exit gate.”

Alonsa’s chest constricted. A woman leaving the zoo with Lucy. This was the first she’d heard of this. “Are you certain the FBI received the photo?”

“I sent it to Craig Dalliers and he called in person to thank me for the lead.”

“Did he say it was Lucy in the photo?”

“I asked, but he said he couldn’t comment on the authenticity.”

Lucy had walked out of the zoo with a woman. They had the suspect’s picture. Yet Craig hadn’t even called her. Did he believe the girl in the photo wasn’t Lucy? Was he following up on the lead?

“I hope they find Lucy soon,” Elle said.

Alonsa only nodded, her ability to converse swallowed up in the sensations coursing through her. She scanned the area for Hawk. When she caught his eye, she waved him over, then turned back to Elle. “There’s someone I want you to meet. He’s conducting a private investigation into Lucy’s disappearance. That’s why I’m here today.”

She’d just finished making the introductions and explaining the photo to Hawk when her cell phone vibrated in her jacket pocket. She checked the caller ID. Craig Dalliers, returning her call. The timing couldn’t have been better.

“I have to take this,” she said, stepping away from Elle and Hawk so that they wouldn’t hear her phone conversation. Her anger toward Craig spiked into jagged peaks. How dare he keep a development like this from her.