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ОглавлениеShe should have brought her gun.
FBI agent Elise Richardson slowed her jogging pace then stopped and knelt down, pretending to tie her shoelace. She glanced over her shoulder at the car that had been following her for three blocks. An older-model gray sedan with one occupant. She stood and stretched her arms and legs, casually scanning the early-morning downtown area. The buildings had been decorated for Christmas, but the streets were uninhabited at this time of day. Stores were locked up and secured. Only the street lamps lit the sidewalk as her feet pumped against the pavement once again. And she was exposed without her gun and without her cell phone.
Who knew an early-morning jog would necessitate weaponry?
She rounded a corner and found more of the same. Christmas adornment. Empty streets. Locked shops. No one in this sleepy town of Westhaven, Mississippi, was at work yet.
Except the guy in the car following her.
She kept her speed consistent, but her legs and her lungs were already burning from the run. If she could circle the block perhaps she could make it to her hotel. She pushed through the pain and quickened her pace. The car matched her speed. She rounded another corner. The slow-moving car did the same.
She had no idea who was following her or what they wanted. Who even knew she was in town? She hadn’t checked in with the local police department yet since she’d arrived last night. She turned her head and glanced at the car again. Sunglasses and a hat hid his face, but he flinched as if realizing he’d been spotted. He gunned the engine. Elise took off running and this time the driver made no pretense. He swerved onto the sidewalk, barely missing her before she jumped over a concrete barrier and across a grass partition. The car rammed the barrier then backed up and sped toward her, its wheels squealing against the asphalt and metal screeching as it swiped the pavement.
She ran past an outdoor café, taking a moment to fling the metal chairs into the path of the oncoming vehicle that swerved to miss them but didn’t stop pursuing.
She heard a horn blare and tires squeal from a different direction. She turned to look and saw a black truck swerve into the path of the car then slam into it. Elise dived into the alcove of an office building to escape the debris. Her head hit the hard glass doors and the mounted Christmas wreaths fell on her. Blinding pain exploded in her head and the world spun. The howl of metal on metal roared in her ears. She tucked her head into her knees and used her arms to shield her, but shards of glass and metal bit into them. Another blinding pain ripped through the back of her leg. She cried out, realizing a fragment had lodged in her upper thigh.
Tires screeched again, and she peered out to see the sole figure in the gray sedan shake his head and regain his composure before ramming the car into gear and speeding away as fast as possible with the damage done to the driver’s side of the car.
The truck’s driver stumbled out, obviously shaken by the crash but heading unsteadily toward her. Elise braced herself for a confrontation and rummaged beneath fallen lights and garland for a piece of metal matching the one in her leg. Could this man be trusted? He had just saved her life, hadn’t he? Had he not rammed his truck into the sedan, she would be roadkill. Still, she hesitated, her instinct melting into her fear. She felt naked without her gun, and the blinding pain in both her leg and her head could be hampering her judgment.
Before she could decide if he were friend or foe, he was beside her. “Are you injured?” He glanced at the weapon in her hand then where her other hand cradled the piece in her leg. “You are hurt.” He knelt and examined her wound. “Can you speak?”
She had to be delirious. Perhaps she was already unconscious because the man before her was someone who couldn’t possibly be there. She recognized the strong, triangular jaw from the image on her faded newspaper cutout and even more vividly from the night that had changed her life ten years earlier. She remembered those intense blue eyes gazing at her from beneath dark, brooding eyebrows that matched his black hair, sideburns and the hint of a stubbled beard—the face of her own personal hero.
But it couldn’t be.
Max Adams had died ten years earlier...the night he’d saved her life.
The piece of metal slipped through her fingers as her mind swirled. “Max?”
His head jerked as she said the name, and his eyes grew dark and inquisitive. “Max was my brother. My name is Josh Adams.”
She cried out as a sharp pain pulsed through her, and Max...Josh...grabbed her hand.
“Hang on. Help is coming.”
She chuckled at the idea. What were the chances of being rescued by another of the Adams brothers?
“Stay with me,” he commanded, doing his best to keep her conscious. “Talk to me. Tell me how you knew my brother.”
She struggled with the memory of another man stepping between her and an armed assailant. “He saved me.” And died doing it. She didn’t need to verbalize that part. He knew his brother had died.
His eyes widened in surprise. “What’s your name?”
She struggled to fight off the darkness but finally gave in to it. “Elise Richardson,” she managed to mumble before the shadows overtook her.
* * *
Sitting in the ER waiting room, Josh gingerly touched the goose egg on his forehead from where the air bag had deployed. He’d rammed his truck quite hard into the car gunning for Elise, but he was no worse for the wear.
Elise Richardson?
It wasn’t possible, was it, that this woman was the same girl whom his brother had rescued from an attacker ten years ago? The woman he’d died protecting? He’d imagined her many times—the woman who’d caused his brother to step to his death—but he’d never imagined the thin, toned body, the dark hair and olive complexion or the beautiful hazel-green eyes with specks of golden brown glancing up at him. In his mind, she’d always been a caricature of a coed who’d selfishly placed herself in danger. But he’d remembered her name. He’d held on to it as a target for his anger through three tours of Afghanistan.
And now she was in danger again.
He folded his arms as he stared through the windows into the ER room where she lay unconscious on the bed. Why had someone been chasing her? He thought he knew most folks in Westhaven even if just in passing, but he didn’t recognize the dark-haired beauty who’d passed out in his arms, or the driver of the car that had tried to run her down, as locals.
Daniel Mills, the current police chief and his brother’s childhood friend, approached him and glanced into the room. “She had no ID on her and no cell phone.”
“She said her name was Elise Richardson, but I don’t think she’s local. She could be visiting someone in town for the holidays.” He hesitated, wondering if he should mention her connection to Max. His brother had worked on this police force and was well known and liked by guys still on the job. There might still be some hard feelings from them about this woman who’d cost him his life... At least for his part there was.
Daniel’s eyes widened. “Seems like you two had a nice conversation before she passed out. Did she happen to say who ran her down or why?”
“No. I didn’t recognize the car. It was a gray sedan with darkened windows. Mississippi plates but I couldn’t see the county or catch the tag number. But the car was like a hot rod, probably custom-rebuilt.”
“Did you get a look at the driver?”
“He was male but I mostly just saw his outline.”
The chief nodded. “Why don’t you come by the office later and give a full statement. I’m going back to the scene and see what’s left of your truck. I’ll have it towed to Carr’s Body Shop.” He pressed a set of keys into Josh’s hand. “Use my Jeep until you get your truck back. I’ll drive the squad car.”
“Thanks, Daniel.”
“You probably saved that woman’s life today.”
At least he could save someone.
Josh bit back that negative thought and nodded at Daniel as he walked off, but frustration tinged him. His niece, Candace, had been missing for nearly two weeks and he was at a loss to find her. It seemed she’d vanished from the face of the earth while walking home from school. The police, including Daniel, believed she’d run away, but Josh knew better. Something had happened to Candace and, despite his best efforts, he was frustrated he hadn’t yet brought her home.
He would never be the hero his brother had been.
Elise moved in the bed and her eyes fluttered. Josh stepped into the room as she opened them and examined her surroundings.
She glanced his way. “Max? No... Josh, right?”
“Right. And your name is Elise.” She struggled to sit up and he saw pain flit across her face as she moved her bandaged leg. “Maybe you should take it easy. You’ve been through a lot. I’ll get the doctor to come in and speak to you, and I know Chief Mills will want to take your statement, too. Do you remember what happened?”
Her full lips pressed into a line. “Absolutely. Some maniac tried to run me down with his car.”
“Did you know him?”
She thought for a moment as if trying to recapture the incident. “No. I have no idea who it was.”
“Well, I’m glad I was in the area.”
She turned her inquisitive eyes upon him and suspicion filled them. “What were you doing in the area? I know I’m an early bird, but why were you out so early?”
“I was on my way to the Randolph Hotel. I heard an FBI agent was in town and I wanted to speak with him. My niece is missing and I was hoping the FBI was here to investigate her disappearance. But then I saw the car chasing after you. I didn’t even have time to dial the police. I knew I had to do something or you would be killed.” He glanced down at the bloody shirt he was still wearing and knew he’d made the right call. Someone had tried to kill her. “Why would someone want to hurt you, Elise?”
She gave a haggard sigh. “I suspect it’s because I’m the FBI agent you were going to speak to.”
* * *
“You’re FBI?”
Elise didn’t care for the incredulous tone of his voice, but she was in no mood to chastise him. Her brain hurt—actually hurt—and she was having enough trouble putting words together for a rational conversation. The doctor who looked to be thirty years past retirement age had told her she’d suffered a concussion, but he might as well have said she’d scrambled her brains. It felt the same.
“I’ve been with the Bureau for six years. In fact, I owe my career to your brother in a way. I changed my major to criminal justice after my attack.”
“Are you here because of Candace’s disappearance? I know she didn’t run away. She wouldn’t do that, especially not right before Christmas.”
Elise visualized a photograph of a young, redheaded girl the police had classified as a runaway. How had she not realized it before? “Max’s daughter is the girl that vanished?”
“That’s right.”
Determination settled inside her. She pushed back the blanket and pulled her injured leg over the edge of the bed, struggling to balance as she stood.
Josh rushed to her side, steadying her with his arm. “What are you doing?”
“Getting out of here. I have work to do.”
She owed it to Max to find his daughter.
The doctor and a nurse rushed into the room. “Agent Richardson, we need to keep you for observation,” the doctor insisted.
“I’m fine,” she said, wishing her legs were just a bit more steady. But Josh slipped his hand under her elbow and acted as her support. Beneath his gentle touch, she sensed strength and power and was confident he wouldn’t let her fall.
The doctor sighed. “Well, I can’t keep you, but you’ll have to sign something saying you’re leaving against medical advice. And I insist on having one of my nurses phone you every few hours just to check on you. Leave your number with Nurse Stringer here,” he stated before walking out.
Elise wrote down her cell phone number then changed into a pair of borrowed hospital scrubs with the nurse’s help.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Josh asked her as they exited the hospital. “You did sustain head trauma.”
She grunted, already tired of hearing that question. “I’m fine. Candace may not be. Now, please take me to my hotel. I’d like to change my clothes.” She glanced at the shirt he was still wearing, stained red with her blood. “I’m sure you’d like to go home and change, too.”
He opened the door to a black, four-door Jeep and helped her into the passenger’s seat. “Daniel—Chief Mills—loaned me his Jeep while my truck is in the shop.”
He walked around and slid behind the wheel then donned aviator sunglasses similar to ones Elise had seen military men wear. He didn’t have the clean-cut look of most of the former military types she knew, but there was something about his manner that was orderly and neat and made her wonder about him.
“Since I guess I owe you my life, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?” She felt silly asking, like a schoolgirl digging for information about the boy she liked, but she tried to keep her tone matter-of-fact because she wasn’t a schoolgirl and Josh wasn’t the object of a girlish crush. She was an FBI agent and he was the brother of the man she’d got killed.
“I’m a security consultant for an oil company. I arrange and oversee security for the executives when they have to travel overseas.”
That only confirmed what Elise suspected. “Isn’t that the kind of job former military usually take?” She’d been around enough former military men to recognize the signs.
He nodded. “I served fourteen years in the army. Discharged last year.”
“Why did you leave? You could have stayed and retired in only a few more years.”
He shrugged. “Things change. People change.”
His guarded expression and suddenly rigid body language told her there was more to that story but he wasn’t going to share it. That piqued her curiosity. Vague people generally had something to hide.
But she hadn’t come to town to learn about Josh. “Tell me about your niece. When did she go missing?”
His entire demeanor changed in an instant. His eyes perked up as he spoke about his niece. “Candace is smart and funny and so kindhearted. She often tutored other students.” His smile faltered. “That’s what she was doing the day she vanished. It was a Thursday afternoon and she’d stayed after school. I spoke to her before she left, but she never made it home.”
“And why do the police think she ran away?”
“Her best friend, Brooke Martin, told the police Candace was planning to leave home, but Candace never said anything to me to make me believe that.”
“Fifteen-year-olds don’t always share everything with their uncles.”
“She did. She talked to me about a lot of things. I would know if she was planning to run away.”
Elise suspected that might not be the case, but she didn’t bother arguing the point. Her work had taught her that teenage girls were notoriously secretive with adults. What made Josh’s relationship with his niece so different? More important, what made Josh believe their relationship was different?
He turned into the hotel and parked beside Elise’s blue SUV.
She got out, careful not to place undue weight on her injured leg. “I’ll have to go to the office and get the spare key.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Josh’s gaze stopped her. She followed it and saw her hotel room door standing open, the lock busted and the wood splintered.
Movement caused them both to jump. Whoever had broken into her hotel room was still inside. Elise stumbled to her SUV and keyed in her security code. The lock released and she opened the door, grabbing her gun from beneath the seat. She ignored the pain in her leg and the dizziness raking over her and headed for the hotel room, ready to pounce on whoever was inside.
Gun raised, she rushed into the room. “Don’t move!” she shouted, causing the short, sandy-haired man inside to jump and raise his hands quickly.
“Don’t shoot, Agent. It’s only me, Bobby Danbar, the hotel manager.”
Josh pushed past her. “Bobby, what are you doing in here?”
“I saw the door was busted and I was worried about Agent Richardson, especially since I hadn’t seen her since she checked in.”
Elise lowered her gun as the vague memory of this man filtered through her scrambled brain. She’d met him yesterday in the office. “You found my room this way?”
“Yes. Someone must have kicked in the door. Whoever did this was gone before I came along.”
Elise surveyed the room. Her clothes were scattered as if thrown from where she’d neatly folded and placed them into the dresser drawers. Her makeup bag was overturned on the bed and her briefcase had been cracked open.
Josh motioned to the dresser where her badge and ID still sat. “Why didn’t they break into your car? Steal your gun or your FBI credentials?”
“Who knows? Maybe they couldn’t break the lock on my car. Or maybe they got interrupted before they could finish ransacking the room and ran. Regardless, they got what they came for.”
“How do you know?”
She picked up her briefcase and held it open for Josh to see.
“It’s empty.”
“Exactly. My laptop is gone, and so are my case files. They’re the only things missing, as far as I can tell.” All her files on missing girls in three states. All the evidence that pointed toward a human trafficking ring operating in this area. Gone. “These intruders knew what they were looking for.”
* * *
“Seems like you brought some trouble to town with you, Agent,” Daniel commented.
Elise was still dressed in the scrubs the hospital had furnished her with since she’d been careful not to move anything in her hotel room before the police arrived to work the scene for prints and trace evidence. Josh hoped she felt more confident than she looked. In truth, she looked young and vulnerable, her dark hair curling around her cheeks, her face devoid of makeup, revealing a faint but cute line of freckles on her cheeks and nose, and her hazel-colored eyes wide with surprise at the comment.
“I’m sorry to have been such a burden to you, Chief Mills.” The bite of sarcasm in her tone belied her sincerity. “Tell me, do you treat all victims of crime in your town with this regard?”
“I meant no harm, ma’am. It’s just that first my officers spent all morning cleaning up that mangled mess downtown and now this. It’s taking a lot of man-hours we aren’t accustomed to in our sleepy little town. Besides, now we know you’re not any ordinary crime victim, are you? When were you planning to inform the police that the FBI was conducting an investigation in our jurisdiction?”
Elise pushed a runaway curl behind her ear, folded her arms and stared coldly at Daniel, and Josh got his answer. Even bandaged, bruised and dressed in hospital scrubs, she demanded the full respect due an FBI agent. “I am not required to inform you of anything, Chief Mills. The FBI has the jurisdiction to investigate any crimes that intersect your city line. Your duty right now is to gather and collect the evidence of two crimes that have occurred within your city limits. And I will expect and demand a full accounting of said evidence. And let me make myself clear. If I find any stone left unturned, you will wish you had never laid eyes on this FBI agent.” Her expression was firm and fierce, and Josh noticed Daniel stiffen at her threat.
He replaced the hat on his head and nodded to her. “I already regret that, Agent Richardson.” He walked out, leaving his crew inside dusting for prints.
Josh suddenly felt the need to apologize on behalf of his hometown and his friend. “He shouldn’t have said that.”
She turned those green eyes on him, but they seemed to soften a bit, the golden-rimmed fire going out. She gave him a wiry smile. “He’s not wrong. I am certainly not your normal crime victim.”
He saw no anger or bitterness in her eyes. She had compassion and he liked that. But that didn’t excuse Daniel’s behavior. “Elise, someone tried to run you over and now they’ve broken into your hotel and stolen files. FBI or not, that has to affect you.”
She stepped out into the breezeway and gripped the guardrail as if determination alone could keep her going, but he noticed the slight tremble of her hands and the cringes of pain she tried so hard to cover. “I don’t have the luxury of letting it affect me.”
He stared at her a long moment, impressed by her tenacity. Another time or place and his opinion of her might have grown into more than attraction, but he wasn’t interested in a relationship. And besides, this was the woman who’d taken his brother from him. No amount of tenacity and determination could ever overcome that.
He heard her name and saw Bobby rushing toward them, waving a card in his hand.
“Your new room is ready, Agent Richardson. It’s on the second level whenever you want to move your belongings. I just spoke to Daniel and he said we could clean this room in another hour or so. Of course, it’s no rush because I have to have the door replaced before I can rent it again.”
Elise took the card, thanking him with a nod of her head. “I’m sorry for all this, Mr. Danbar.”
“I’m only glad you’re okay,” he said before walking off.
The officer dusting for prints appeared at the doorway. “We’re finished here. We found several good prints, so maybe we’ll get a hit.”
Elise didn’t look enthralled as he walked off.
She walked back inside and began gathering her belongings, her full lips pressed together grimly. Josh followed to help. “That’s good news that they found prints. Maybe they can figure out who did this.”
“Assuming the person is in the system, it will probably only be someone who stayed in this room before me, or one of the cleaning crew.”
“Is Daniel right about someone following you to town? Is this fallout from another case you’ve investigated?”
“I’ll know more when I get the preliminary reports, but I don’t believe it is. I think whoever was driving that car was keeping an eye on me while his partners broke in here and stole my files.”
“But who knew you were in town?”
She stopped sorting clothes and turned to him, realization dawning in her eyes. “You did. How did you know?”
“I overheard Bobby telling someone last night that an FBI agent had checked into his hotel. I figured you had to be here about Candace.”
The fire in her eyes reignited. “Where were you when you overheard this?”
“At the steak house. I was picking up supper for my sister-in-law. She’s been a mess ever since Candace vanished.”
“So if you overheard it and put two and two together, there’s no telling who else overheard and did the same.”
“You think whoever did this could be responsible for Candace’s disappearance?”
“I think it’s one possible scenario until I can rule it out.”
His mind whirled at the idea of all those he’d seen at the restaurant last night. “The restaurant was crowded. Half the town was there. And Bobby was drinking and talking loud.”
She settled her hands on her hips in a way that made Josh feel sorry for his friend when she got ahold of him. “Then half this town just became suspects.”
* * *
Elise rechecked the door locks to ensure they were secure. Despite what she’d told Josh, her nerves were on edge and the pain in her head pounded like a jackhammer. Per doctor’s instructions, she wasn’t supposed to sleep for more than a few hours at a time. Josh had offered to stay up with her, but she’d politely declined his offer. She didn’t know him well enough to impose that way, and it wasn’t appropriate for her to have a man stay in her hotel room. Besides, the hospital staff would be calling her cell phone every few hours to check on her. Nurse Stringer had informed her that if she didn’t respond, they were sending the paramedics over to break down the door.
She smiled now, realizing she couldn’t let that happen. Two broken doors in one day? She couldn’t do that to Mr. Danbar.
Then again—her sympathetic feelings for him faded as she remembered he was the one telling folks she was in town in the first place—it would serve him right to have another room damaged because of his big mouth. She would have to remember to write a letter to whatever board governed hotel operations. Certainly it went against some code to announce who was staying in his hotel? What had ever happened to privacy rights?
She’d hoped to have at least one night of peace then show up bright and early at the police station to gather information about the missing girl. So much for her surprise. And so much for her quiet investigation into Candace Adams’s disappearance.
Was the attack on her this morning the result of the trafficking ring trying to get her to back off the investigation? Or simply someone who’d got wind that the FBI was in town and wanted to find out why?
Either way, she needed to replace her missing files.
She reached for her phone and called Lin Wildwood, her partner in the FBI for the past three years. “Elise, where are you?” His voice was full of concern. “I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“I’m in Westhaven, Mississippi, looking into the disappearance of a teenage girl.”
He sighed wearily. “When are you going to give up on this futile quest and come back to work?”
Elise had been expecting this reaction. Three months ago, she’d taken a leave of absence from the Bureau to pursue evidence of a possible human trafficking ring operating in the Southeast. She didn’t yet have enough proof to support an official FBI investigation, and many of her colleagues believed she was chasing at shadows, but Elise was certain something was going on. She just had to gather enough facts to support it.
“I can’t, Lin. I’m close to uncovering this ring. This missing girl might be the key.” But she wouldn’t know if she didn’t have her files. “I need a favor.” She filled him in about the break-in, being careful to downplay the seriousness of this morning’s events. “I have backup copies of all my most recent files on a flash drive in my apartment. Can you send it to me?”
“Fine, but only on the condition that you’ll come back to work if this investigation doesn’t turn up anything. I have a stack of cases—actual reported missing persons cases—that need to be investigated.”
She was hesitant to make such an agreement, but if it would get her the files... “I’ll consider it,” she told him. “If I don’t turn up anything here.”
He seemed to take what he could get. “I’ll swing by your apartment on my way to work.”
She gave him instructions for where she’d hidden both the spare key to her apartment and the flash drive, and he promised to have it sent first thing in the morning.
She hung up then lowered herself into a chair by the window. She had a long night ahead of her before she was supposed to meet Josh and get started with the probe into his missing niece.
How weird was it that the girl she’d come to town to investigate was Max’s daughter? But then, the University of Southern Mississippi, where she’d gone to college, was less than an hour’s drive from Westhaven. Elise knew many people from these small Mississippi towns lining the highway made that drive to attend classes. She thought back to that terrible night ten years earlier when she’d been walking to her dorm room and had been greeted by a man with a gun. Max Adams, a complete stranger, had stepped between her and the assailant, taking the fatal blow. As the attacker had run off, she’d held the dying man in her arms, thanking him and assuring him that everything would be fine. She would never forget his face or his bright blue eyes.
She got goose bumps remembering seeing those same blue eyes staring at her this morning on the street. But it hadn’t been Max. It had been Josh Adams.
If she believed in God, she might believe in some sort of spiritual connection and feel as if God had allowed her to live so she could someday help Max’s daughter. But how could she believe in a God that allowed such terrible things like Max’s death and the abduction and trafficking of young girls to happen?
Her mother had been a believer and had taken Elise to church regularly, but a car accident when Elise was fourteen had taken her mother from her. She had been sent to live with her father and the new family he’d started after her parents’ divorce. She’d been an outsider there throughout her teenage years, offered food and shelter but never love. In fact, Elise’s stepmother had made a point of reminding her daily that she didn’t truly belong. Elise had worked hard to make the good grades required to earn a scholarship to college and had fled that house, never once looking back. In fact, the only contact she had with them now was the yearly Christmas card she received complete with holiday family photos proving how happy they were without her.
She had never been able to mesh her mother’s idea of a loving God with her own experiences. Where had God been during her teen years? And why had He allowed a lonely girl to suffer alone? The painful truth was that because of her, Max’s daughter had grown up without a father and his wife had gone ten years without a husband, and Josh had lost a brother.
If there was a God, He obviously didn’t care enough to intervene.
But Elise cared.
She turned her focus back to the investigation and dug through her purse for a pen and paper. She needed to get the names of everyone in the restaurant that night Bobby had spilled the secret of her arrival. Someone had known she was here, and she was determined to discover who had tried to run her down and had stolen her files.
Her cell phone rang, startling her. She didn’t recognize the number but saw it was local, so she answered it.
“Agent Richardson, this is Nurse Stringer from the Westhaven Hospital. Just calling to check on you.”
“I’m fine, Nurse Stringer.”
“Any dizziness or blurred vision?”
“I said I’m fine.” Her tone was a bit harsher than she’d intended, but Nurse Stringer either didn’t notice or didn’t let it bother her.
“Very good, then. I’ll give you a call again in another few hours. Have a blessed night.”
Elise hit the off button and threw down her phone. That woman sounded way too chipper for it to be so late. She knew she’d been abrupt with her, but the truth was she was feeling dizzy and her eyes were blurring. But she wasn’t about to admit it and be hauled back into the hospital. She had a job to do, and she wasn’t going to allow a little thing like a mild concussion slow her down.
