“I agree, but why did the bullet match his gun?”
She’d been trying to figure that out herself. “Someone must have taken his gun.”
“Who wanted this man dead?”
“I figure his Mexico contact . . . or Jonas Gresham, the man he’s supposed to testify against.”
The phone on the table rang, and Angel answered it. Bailey finger-brushed Maria’s hair while he talked.
“Can it not wait?” he said into the phone.
“What’s the problem?”
He held up his finger. “Yes, I understand, but—”
The door opened and a porter pushed a wheelchair into the room. He glanced at the chart in his hand. “I’m looking for a Miss Maria Montoya.”
Angel hung up the phone. “Can this wait? I have to go to the business office.” He turned to Bailey. “They won’t discharge her or Solana until someone signs to pay.”
“Why don’t I go down with Maria?”
He frowned. “I don’t think—”
“Wade will go with us.”
“I’d really like to get out of here as soon as possible.” Angel glanced from Bailey to the porter, then nodded. “As long as the deputy accompanies you. I’ll be there as soon as I sign the papers.”
A few minutes later, Bailey and Maria rode the elevator down with Wade. “I hope all this protection is overkill.”
“So do I,” the deputy replied.
The porter parked them outside x-ray next to the dressing room. “Someone will be with you—”
Three loud pops cut off his words. Gunshots.
Wade jerked out his gun and wheeled around.
A security guard ran past as hallway doors closed.
“What’s going on?” Wade yelled.
“Some idiot is firing a gun in the parking lot.”
Wade looked at her as more shots rang out. “Get into the dressing room and stay quiet until I come back.”
With her heart slamming against her ribs, Bailey picked up Maria and slipped inside the small cubicle, closing the door behind them.
“Are the bad guys after us again?” Maria whispered.
“I hope not, honey. I hope not.”
“Bailey! Where are you?”
“Joel?” He wasn’t Danny or Angel, but he was better than nothing.
The door jerked open. “Come on,” he urged. “We need to get out of here.”
“But the gunfire—”
“It’s in the front parking lot. My car is in the back. This way.” He pulled Maria from her arms and hurried to an exit door.
“But Angel will be here soon.”
“You want to wait around and see? He may be the one they’re shooting at. Now, come on!”
He had Maria—she had to follow him. She ran to catch up as he disappeared out the door.
Joel waited outside. “Over here.”
When she reached his car, he’d already opened the door and put Maria in the back. “Get in and stay down.”
Bailey climbed in behind her and held the crying girl tight as the car careened out of the parking lot. A few minutes later, she raised up. “Where are we?”
“Almost to where we turn off to go into town.”
She looked out the back of the car. A van appeared in the distance.
“Get down,” Joel said. “Someone is coming up fast.”
She ducked down.
“I’m scared,” Maria whimpered.
She wanted to soothe the child, tell her everything was going to be fine, but her mouth wouldn’t work. Instead she pulled her closer.
An impact jerked the car to the right. Bailey screamed.
The van rammed their car again. She fell forward as Joel slammed on his brakes and the car shuddered to a stop. “Be very quiet,” she whispered to Maria. She ran her hands over the carpet, looking for something, anything to help defend them. Nothing.
A man in a ski mask jerked the driver’s side door open. “Get out!”
Bailey crouched on the floorboard, shielding Maria with her body. If they were after the child, they wouldn’t get her without a fight. When the door opened, Bailey sprang at the man wearing a ski mask, knocking him down. He dropped his rifle, and she scrambled for it.
Arms jerked her backward. “Estás un fierabrás.”
Two more seconds and he would have known just what a spitfire she was.
“You,” he said to Bailey. “Face to the ground.”
“Don’t hurt Maria,” she pleaded.
Danny paced the sheriff’s office.
“Let’s go over this again,” Ben said. “You’re claiming someone took your gun from your SUV or your office and killed Franks. If you had guns in your vehicle, why didn’t you keep it locked?”
“Because it’s Logan Point and no one has ever stolen anything from me. I always figured if someone wanted something from my car, it wouldn’t matter if it was locked or not.”
After the fact, it sounded crazy even to him. “It’s the only explanation I have. I didn’t kill the man. And you didn’t find any gunpowder residue on my hands.” Ben had to believe him. “The gun wouldn’t be that hard to steal whether it was in my SUV or office. Anyone could have taken it.”
“Any particular person you can think of who would know that’s where you kept the gun?”
He raked his hand through his hair. “Bailey, Solana. And Angel.” He rubbed his jaw, and his day-old beard prickled his fingers. “But no way Angel killed Franks. That’s why I took him out there that afternoon—to see if he or Franks reacted at all.”
“So you thought it might be him.”
Danny shrugged the question off. “I wanted to make sure, but neither of them knew the other. But what if either Jonas Gresham or one of his boys saw me there with the gun? The oldest boy works at the plant, and he could have taken the gun.”
Ben leaned back in his chair. “That’s pretty far-fetched. Who else knows you keep the gun in your car?”
“My dad . . .” Danny searched his memory. “Charlie, probably Kate, Joel, Edward Montoya—”
The sheriff sat up straight. “Why would Joel and Montoya know?”
“Ian told me he mentioned my habit of carrying a gun in the SUV in one of our meetings with them.”
Ben’s cell phone rang and he answered it. A second later he said, “I’m on my way.”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s a sniper in the hospital parking lot.”
Bailey. “I’m going with you.”
Ben eyed him, then nodded curtly. “Stay out of the way.”
As they sped to the hospital, Danny called Angel. “What’s going on there?”
“There’s a shooter in the parking lot. I’m looking for Maria and Bailey now.”
“Call Bailey’s cell!”
“I did, and it goes to voicemail. I should never have left them.”
Ice water raced through his veins. “You left them?”
“It was a trick. But Wade was with them—I thought they’d be safe.”
“Is the shooter still there?”
The phone went dead. He pressed his foot to the floor mat as if that would make Ben’s car go faster.
Ben’s radio squawked. “The shooter is gone.”
“Are you sure, Wade?”
Wade? He was supposed to be with Bailey. “They’ve taken her!”
The sheriff jerked his head toward him. “Bailey?”
“Wade is supposed to be with her, and he’s not.”
Ben spoke into the radio. “What’s the 10-20 on Bailey?”
“I thought we had a sniper, and I hid her in a dressing room next to x-ray.”
“Find her!”
Danny held on to the handgrip as Ben wheeled his pickup into the hospital parking lot littered with police cars. Danny jumped out before it stopped and ran to the front door. “It won’t open,” he yelled.
“The hospital is in lockdown. Only the ER entrance is open.”
Danny took off running. X-ray was next to the ER.
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Maria!” Frantically, Angel searched the hallway near the x-ray room. Where were they?
Footsteps ran toward him, and he whirled around. The deputy, Wade Hatcher. “Where’s Bailey and the girl?”
“I told Bailey to stay in the dressing room. Isn’t she there?”
“No. Why did you leave them?”
“We had a sniper—I had no choice.”
Angel scanned the hallway. “The shooter, where is he?”
“Gone. One minute he’s shooting, and the next he’s disappeared, like a ghost.” Hatcher jerked his cell phone off his belt and dialed. “Ben, Bailey and the girl are gone.” He listened, then hung up. “He’s on his way from the parking lot.”
“How do you know the shooter isn’t inside the hospital? He could be on any floor.”
“The hospital went into lockdown while he was still shooting. All entrances except the emergency room are closed—and it was guarded. No one could get in—only out.”
Angel’s heart sank. An accomplice had been inside the hospital. And now they were gone. He searched the dressing rooms. “Where is everyone?”
“In hiding. It’s protocol.”
He turned as footsteps stomped down the hallway. Danny.
“Did you find them?” Anger flashed in Danny’s eyes.
Angel shook his head. “Someone has them. I’m sure of it.”
“What happened?”
“We were getting ready for Maria to go to x-ray and a man called. Said he was from the business office and I needed to make arrangements for Maria and Solana’s bill. Bailey said she would take Maria to x-ray—that Wade would go with her.” Angel shot the deputy a dark look. “I was anxious to get home, so I agreed.”
“And there was no man in the business office,” Danny said.
“No. And when I heard the gunshots, I knew what had happened. They’re gone, and I don’t know where to start looking.” He turned in a circle. People gathered in small pockets in the hallway.
“Maybe someone who works here saw them leave,” Ben said. “Wade, you take the offices, and I’ll interview the people in the hall.”
Danny went with Wade, and Angel accompanied the sheriff. Time ticked away as, one after another, no one remembered seeing Bailey and Maria, until finally a janitor nodded.
“I saw a woman and small girl leave with this redheaded dude.”
Hope sparked in Angel’s chest. He looked at Ben. “It has to be Joel.” He scrolled to his brother-in-law’s number and called. The call went to voicemail. Next he dialed Danny’s number. “They left with Joel.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“What kind of car is he driving?” Ben took out his phone and dialed.
“Some kind of small SUV. White. It’s a rental.” Angel nodded as Danny approached. “What kind of car was Joel driving?”
“Toyota 4Runner.”
“Did you get that, Maggie?” Ben asked. A frown creased his brow. “What?”
Angel exchanged glances with Danny. What was going on?
“We’ll be waiting for the ambulance.” He ended the call. “One of my deputies responded to a call about an abandoned car on Malone Road, near here. Only it wasn’t abandoned. The driver was found beside it, unconscious. Driver’s license identified him as Joel McDermott.”
Angel swayed as blood drained from his face.
Maria sniffed, and Bailey slipped her bound hands over the child’s shoulders, pulling her closer as the van hit a pothole. She wished she could see her, but the men had tied a blindfold around her head. “It’s going to be all right.”
Now if she could just believe what she said. Where are you, God?
Maria’s small hands patted her cheek. “I know, Miss Bailey,” she whispered.
“Can you see where we’re going?”
“No talking!”
The man’s gruff voice sent a shiver down Bailey’s spine. She’d kept her voice down, so he must be closer than she’d thought. Maybe her suggestion would be enough for Maria to pay attention to the countryside. At least the men had not tied Maria’s hands, nor had they blindfolded her.
The implication of that slammed her so hard she lost her breath. If the men weren’t concerned that Maria could identify them, it meant once she was of no use to them, they planned to kill her . . . and Bailey as well.
Thoughts swirled in her head. Jumbled thoughts. There were two kidnappers, and at least one of them spoke Spanish. Probably the same men who had chased them in Chihuahua. If the men were after her, why hadn’t they left Maria with Joel? The last thing Bailey had seen before being blindfolded was his body crumpled to the ground.
The van hit another pothole and lurched, throwing her against the side. Second bad hole they’d hit on an already rough and winding road. Bailey believed they were still in Bradford County since they hadn’t been driving long, but she had no inkling of the direction they traveled. She took a deep breath, smelling the air. It had a moist, earthy smell.
They slowed, and she tried to balance as the van turned again but lost it as they went down a steep incline. She should be able to put the pieces together and figure out where the kidnappers were taking them. The vehicle was creeping now. It stopped, and light seeped through the blindfold as the back doors opened. Rough hands pulled her out into the cold air.
“No! I want Miss Bailey!”
“You will have her, so be quiet, little one.”
A kind kidnapper? No, he probably didn’t want a hysterical child on his hands. Bailey stumbled as someone pushed her forward, and once again rough hands caught her. A door scraped open, and a blast of heat wrapped around her. At least they wouldn’t freeze to death. One of the men guided her as she counted nineteen steps before he stopped, and she heard another door open. “Keep walking.”
“What are you going to do with us?”
“No talking. Sit.”
“Can you take this blindfold off?”
“Shut up and sit.”
She felt in front of her and touched a nubby but soft surface. It creaked when she put her weight on it. A bed. So, they were in a cabin. She sniffed the air again. Not a cabin, since she didn’t smell a fireplace. Maybe a small house or . . . a motel? If only she could see. She reached toward her eyes.
“Leave the blindfold on.”
The bed moved as Maria burrowed in her lap.
“I’m thirsty.”
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry.” She lifted her head. “Can she have a drink of water? She’s been sick.”
“Un momento.”
“Maybe something to eat as well.” This last was met with silence. She bent her head until Maria’s hair tickled her chin. “Are you hungry?”
“No,” Maria said, her voice small. “I want to go home.”
“Soon, honey. Soon.” She hoped and prayed it would be soon.
Bailey jumped as the door slammed, shaking the windows. If both of the men had left, she could take off the blindfold. “Is anyone here?”
“Quiet!”
El Jefe stared at the number flashing on his cell phone. The insolence of the men infuriated him. Who did they think they were, calling him? He made the calls, not them. Finally the phone ceased ringing. Seconds later, a message dinged.
“We have both the girl and the woman, but the plan has changed. Answer your phone.”
The phone rang again. El Jefe’s hands curled into fists as anger swelled his chest. On the fourth ring, he answered. “Yes?”
“It is foolish to let an opportunity pass. We’re asking ten million for the Montoya girl.”
“Who authorized this?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“The board.”
“I see.” And he did. A chill shivered through him. He pictured each member of the board, trying to decide which one was his Judas. Maybe they all were.
“This is a mistake. Get rid of the Adams woman.”
“The mistake would be in not taking advantage of the situation, and we will dispose of the woman when we
no longer need her to care for the girl.”
The line went dead.
26
Danny drew a slow, steady breath as the paramedics opened the bay doors on the ambulance and unloaded a dazed-looking Joel. Probably wouldn’t do to pound sense into him at this point. But what was he thinking, taking Maria and Bailey out of the hospital? Judging by the look on his face, Angel felt the same way. Angel took a step toward the ambulance, and Danny grabbed his arm. “Let Ben talk to him first. He can probably get more out of him.”
“I don’t know . . .”
They followed as the glass doors slid open, and the medics pushed the gurney into the ER. Ben turned around, stopping them. “They won’t let us back there until he’s been assessed. And afterward probably only two will be allowed, so you need to decide which one of you is going back.”
“Maybe you need to talk to someone about making an exception. I can’t speak for Angel, but I’m getting answers from Joel.”
“Same here,” Angel said, planting his feet wide.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He turned and walked to the receptionist desk. “I’d like to talk to Dr. Somerall.”
“Sheriff Logan!” The receptionist smiled at him. “I’ll see if I can find your wife.” She talked with someone on the phone, then motioned Ben through the doors to the patients’ rooms.
Danny exchanged glances with Angel. “You’re Joel’s brother-in-law. See if family can see him.”
A tight smile formed on Angel’s lips, and they approached the desk. “May I see Joel McDermott? He’s my wife’s brother.”
She glanced at the monitor. “Not yet. He’s being assessed. I’ll let you know as soon as you can go back.”
“Thank you.” He gave Danny an “I tried” shrug.
Danny’s cell phone rang, and his heart sank. Kate. He answered.
“What’s going on? I heard on the scanner there was a shooter at the hospital. And Solana called to see if Bailey and Maria were home.”
“The shooter is gone . . .” He took a breath.
“What are you not telling me?”
“Maria and Bailey are too.”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re missing.” The metal doors to the ER opened, and Ben hurried through them. “Let me call you back.”
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