TJ headed toward the fridge, but Ali beat him to it. She stuck her nose in the seam and barked.
“No beer, Ali.” I grabbed a potholder to take the brownies out. I set the hot pan on the top of the stove and closed the oven door.
Joel handed me a stack of paper plates. “Mom, is Gabe here?”
“On the porch with Grandpa. He had some calls to make.” I opened a drawer and pulled out a knife.
Joel shifted back and forth on his feet. “Do you think I should take him some coffee? Or brownies?”
Finding the serrated cake knife, I shut the drawer and looked at Joel. I wanted to make the world right for my son. But what Joel needed right now was to check in with Gabe. Though I never had intended to bring another man into TJ and Joel’s life, Gabe had just sort of merged in. The boys respected him, maybe even had a little hero worship going on. “Take him some coffee, Joel. He’d like that.”
Joel went to the coffeemaker, got a cup down from the cupboard, and carefully poured in some coffee.
TJ set two glasses of milk on the kitchen table, then went to the coffeemaker. “I’ll take Grandpa some coffee,” he volunteered.
I watched my two sons walk out to gather strength from Gabe Pulizzi. Ali slid her head beneath my hand and looked up at me. I met her liquid brown-and-gold eyes. She was a female. She understood. Love meant letting them go just a little bit.
And trusting Gabe to be the man they needed him to be.
I rubbed Ali’s ears, then decided I’d try to call Rick Mesa. My phone tree Rolodex was on the counter and I quickly looked up Rick’s number. He might be the last person to have seen Angel at Daystar since she was there to watch his group play their set. The phone rang until the answering machine picked up.
Damn.
I hung up the phone and went to the sink and washed my hands. On autopilot, I went back to the stove, picked up the knife and cut some hot brownies. But my thoughts were rushing around, dredging up every possibility. Could Angel have surprised a burglar? Been doing some kind of housecleaning and cut herself? What? Where are you, Angel? My eyes stung with tears.
I heard the front door open. It sounded like they were all coming into the house. Blinking, I fought to steady myself. To be strong. The boys came in first. I turned and handed them each a plate of brownies. They took them to the table.
Then Grandpa came up, putting his hand on my shoulder. “How are you, Sammy?”
I looked up into his crafty blue eyes. Grandpa had been the father I never had. Father–daughter dances? Grandpa went and charmed everyone there into forgetting that he wasn’t my father, but my grandfather. He made the absence of a biological dad bearable.
Hell, I’d have traded any father for Grandpa.
“I’m scared for her, Grandpa.”
He put his arm around me. “Me, too, Sammy. Me, too. I’m gonna check in with all my friends and see if anyone’s heard anything. Angel’s not the type of woman to go unnoticed. Someone may have seen something and not realized Angel was in danger.”
In spite of my utter terror for Angel, I smiled. It was true. Angel was stunning, with long red hair, green eyes, and killer legs. But the real core of Angel was her fearless determination. She was bright, resourceful, and not a woman who was easily controlled. That gave me hope for her.
Putting my arm around his waist, I said, “Thank you, Grandpa.”
He kissed my head, picked up a plate with a warm crumbling brownie, and went to the table. I followed, carrying two more plates. I set one in front of Gabe, then took the seat next to him.
Gabe looked over at me. “Sam, can you put together a list of phone numbers of the guys in the the Silky Men’s group and Angel’s friends? Barney and the boys can call them to see if anyone knows where Angel is, or has heard from her.”
I nodded and glanced at my sons. Both of them looked a little more hopeful and steady. Having a job made them feel like they were doing something. I reached behind me to Grandpa’s desk and grabbed a yellow pad of paper. I started making the list.
Gabe went on, “OK, here’s what I got from my source at the casino. Angel checked out Saturday morning around eleven, but stayed at the casino long enough to charge a dinner at about five-thirty in the afternoon and a couple of Diet Cokes at the last show of the evening. We presume she left after that show and came home, meaning she wouldn’t have gotten home before eleven.”
I stopped writing and looked at Gabe. “How did you get all that?”
“The head of security at Daystar is a friend of mine. Another ex-cop. I told him it was extremely urgent that we locate Angel. Also, Daystar has a reputation to worry about. They want us to find her.”
It made sense, though I doubted any of this information flowed over official channels. “OK, here’s the list.” I slid it to Grandpa.
Gabe took a bite of the brownie, then washed it down with coffee. “The police will check the local hospitals and urgent-care facilities to see if ”—he glanced at the boys—“anything significant turns up there.”
Meaning, I knew, a knife wound. I appreciated Gabe’s sparing the boys that information.
He looked at me. “In the meantime, Sam and I will go talk to Angel’s ex-husband and take a look around. You up for it, Sam? Or would you rather stay here at the house?”
I looked around the table. The men I loved the most in the world sat around the table. But Angel was my best friend. She had seen me through some really tough times and celebrated my good times. I meant to be there for her during this bad time. Grandpa and Ali would take care of TJ and Joel. “I’m going with you. We’re going to find her.”
Since Angel had gotten the house in the divorce, Hugh Crimson and his wife, Brandi, lived in Brandi’s duplex off Lincoln Street. Hugh’s beat-up old Mercedes dripped oil on the asphalt driveway. But I didn’t see any sign of cops.
Or Angel.
The weed-choked brown grass crunched beneath my shoes. We headed up to Hugh’s half of the duplex. I rang the doorbell.
Hugh yanked open the door, his large forehead gleaming like a dead fish in the sunlight. His rat eyes darted around. “What the fuck do you want, Sam? I already told that cop you sent over here I don’t know where Angel is.”
Rage slapped hard against my breastbone. I wanted to slam my fist into Hugh’s solar plexus. “When was the last time you saw Angel?” It was all I could do to control my fear and anger.
“Go to hell,” Hugh moved back to slam the door.
Gabe stepped into the opening, threw his shoulder into the door, and knocked it from Hugh’s hold. Then he grabbed Hugh by his preppy golf shirt and slammed him up against a mirrored wall. “Let’s try it again. When was the last time you saw Angel?”
“Let go of me! I’ll have you arrested for assault! My father is Grant Crimson, the best criminal defense lawyer in the Inland Empire.”
In response, Gabe jerked Hugh forward, then slammed him back up against the wall. “You screamed lawyer faster than all the scum I ever arrested.”
Hugh’s eyes widened so that rims of white glowed his fear. “You’re a cop? This is harassment!”
Gabe shifted lightly on his feet. “Not a cop anymore. I don’t have to follow all those rules. Hell, if you trip and smash your nose in your own house, I can’t be blamed for that, right, Sam?”
Huh? Rooted to the porch, I could almost see the barely controlled fury rising off Gabe’s skin. OK, time to step up with the program. Gabe knew how to handle Hugh Crimson’s bloated self-importance. “Hugh’s known to be a klutz, Gabe. No one can blame you for that.”
“You bitch!” Hugh’s eyes bulged.
Whack. Gabe slammed Hugh’s head back into the mirrored wall again. I clenched my teeth, wondering why the squares of mirrors didn’t break, and how Hugh could be such a lumbering dumbass.
Gabe said, “One more time, Crimson. When was the last time you saw Angel?”
Hugh held up his hands. “OK! Friday! I went over there Friday morning.”
Now we wer
e getting somewhere. I stepped into the foyer. “You went to Angel’s house? Why?”
He shifted his eyes to me. “She ruined my career! She told the FBI a bunch of lies! Now they won’t clear me for a private patrol operator’s license. How am I going to start my own private security company now?”
Gabe snorted.
Raw anger hot-flashed through my body. Suddenly it seemed possible that Hugh had done something to Angel. “Where is she, Hugh? What did you do to Angel? We know you followed her to Daystar Friday night.” Rage had me leaping to conclusions.
He blinked his eyes rapidly, looking back and forth between me and Gabe, who had him pinned to the wall. “Nothing! I didn’t do anything! Well, I told her I was going to file a lawsuit, but that’s all!”
God, he was such a weasel. “Why were you at Daystar?”
The way his eyes kept darting to Gabe, then away, I knew he was scared. The veins in his neck stood out. “I didn’t know she was going to be there! You have to believe me! I was planning my lawsuit against her for destroying my chances at the license, that’s all!”
My fury deflated. Hugh was the type to hide behind his daddy’s law practice, not stalk and kidnap someone. “You can’t file the suit—you never passed your bar exam.” I looked around the duplex, wondering where Brandi was. Empty beer cans and Frito bags littered the couch and coffee table. The TV blared a tough-guy movie. Looking back at Hugh, I said, “Where’s Brandi?”
Gabe let go of Hugh and stepped back.
Hugh made a show of fixing his polo shirt but didn’t meet my eyes. “She went on a trip with her mother.”
I stared at Hugh’s face. I could see the anger had colored his pasty complexion ruddy. “You better be telling the truth about Angel.” I turned and stormed out of the house.
I was shaking. Hugh hadn’t always been that big a loser. He’d been OK when he and Angel first married. He’d been in law school, struggling his way through. It was when life started making demands on him that his dad couldn’t fix that he began sliding into becoming the loser he was today.
I stormed over the dead grass to the passenger side of the truck.
Gabe came up behind me. “You OK?” His voice was soft.
I leaned my back against the cold door. “I don’t think Hugh did anything to Angel. He might trash the house, but he doesn’t have the guts to face Angel.”
“Not himself, I agree with that. There were no visible cuts on him so I doubt it’s his blood on that dish towel in Angel’s house. But Hugh strikes me as the type to hire someone. Or he could have gotten involved with the wrong person and they went after Angel for some reason.”
“It could be Angel’s blood.” I hated even saying the words.
Gabe looked at me. “Possible, but we don’t know. Do you buy that story about his wife being on a trip with her mother?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. She might have left him.”
“Think, Sam. Let’s say this latest career setback with being turned down for the private patrol license caused his wife to leave, and Hugh blames Angel for that. What would he do?”
I rubbed my forehead, trying to think. Hugh hated looking bad. He blamed Angel when he couldn’t pass the bar. He found a way to have the lab reports changed so he couldn’t be blamed for not having children. And eventually, he proved his manhood by banging a dumb, young girl. “Nothing violent, I don’t think.” So what would he do? I dropped my hand and looked at Gabe. “But he would try to make Angel look bad. Blame her. Be able to say, ‘See, she’s a bitch or she’s crazy.’”
Gabe nodded. “I’ll see if I can find out what he was doing at Daystar. I’ll probably have another face-to-face with Hugh after I have some information, so I can tell if he’s lying or not.”
I put my hands flat against the door of the truck behind my hips. “You scared him bad enough that I think he’s telling more truth than lies.”
“Maybe. It all depends what the stakes are for Hugh.”
God, I was scared. “You mean he might be more afraid of someone or something else?”
Gabe shrugged.
My head throbbed behind my eyes. “What now?”
Gabe leaned over me, putting his hands on the truck over my head. “You have to hold it together, Sam. You know Angel the best. You have to think like her. Things like how would she react to Hugh being pissed about losing his chance at that license? If Hugh went over and yelled at Angel or threatened her, what would she do?”
Easy question. “Tell him to go to hell. That he got what he deserved. And threatening her with a lawsuit? She would have laughed in his face.”
“Pissing him off more,” Gabe pointed out.
“Maybe. Angel isn’t afraid like that. But what do we do now?”
“Keep figuring out what happened. First, we’ll go home and see if Barney and the boys had any luck getting ahold of Rick or anyone else in the Silky Men. Then we’ll go back over to Angel’s house and start talking to her neighbors. We’re going to try and reconstruct her exact moves.”
Monday mornings suck. This Monday morning sucked worse than usual. Dragging myself out of bed, I hit the shower and tried to convince myself that I’d had a nightmare and Angel wasn’t really missing.
But by the time I got the boys off to school and into my car for the drive to work, I had to face it. Angel was missing.
While driving to the office, I went over everything. Grandpa and the boys hadn’t gotten any answer at Rick’s house, or from any of the other guys. Gabe and I had talked to Angel’s neighbors, but they hadn’t noticed anything unusual. We had gone to Rick’s house and he still wasn’t home. Then Gabe had spent a few hours doing surveillance on Hugh, but Hugh never left his house.
Today, Gabe and I were going to head out to Daystar and see what we could pick up of Angel’s trail there.
But first, I was going to work while Gabe got a few hours’ sleep. I needed to keep busy. I pulled into the row of parking spaces that faced Mission Trail Street. I walked with a heavy stride to the strip mall that housed Heart Mates. Going into work was better than sitting home and stewing. I unlocked the door and went in.
The smell of fresh paint hit me. Propping the door open, I looked around. Jeez, the place was a mess. Blaine wasn’t there yet, so his desk in the reception area was still covered. I had planned on picking up the couch the day before, then spending the rest of the day cleaning. I had an open house in two days and I didn’t care.
I would cancel it.
Almost against my will, I looked right to the little sitting area where the brown leather couch was meant to go. Empty. The couch, the open house, the empty suite that I had coveted on the other side of that wall, none of it mattered to me anymore. I just wanted Angel to turn up safe and sound.
Shaking my head, I knew I had to pull myself together. Make coffee, open up everything, and start cleaning. I hoped that the mindless activity would help me think of something, anything that might help us find Angel.
I also wanted to call Detective Vance to see what he knew.
“Hey, boss.”
I jumped and realized I had been standing in the middle of the reception area, mindlessly staring at the sheet-covered desk. I turned my head to see Blaine come in carrying two paper cups and a white bag, all from Smash Coffee. Wearing his customary blue button-down work shirt and Levis, he settled his brown gaze on me. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here, but I brought you coffee and a muffin. Chocolate chip. Any word on Angel?”
Small towns didn’t have many secrets. I shook my head and took the coffee from him. It smelled like fresh-ground beans. “No. Thanks for the coffee.”
He waved it off, set his coffee and the muffin bag on the floor. He stripped the paint-splattered sheet off his desk. “Anything I can do, Sam? You know, to help find Angel?”
“I don’t know.” I moved the two blue pillows with the cute sayings—the ones Grandpa had made for me—off Blaine’s desk. I had put them under the sheet for safekeeping. Now I didn’t kn
ow what to do with them. Heart Mates and all my dreams had dropped like a lead ball down my priority list. “Gabe and I are going out to Daystar later to see what we can find out.”
Blaine set the folded sheet on the ground and picked up his coffee and the bag to put them on his desk. Then he frowned at the floor. “What’s that?”
“What?” I turned to look at the floor by the door. There was a greeting-card-size, grayish lavender envelope on the carpet. It sort of blended into the steel-gray-colored carpet. I hadn’t even noticed it. It must have been slid under the door.
Angel! My mouth dried, sealing my tongue to the roof. I went a few steps and bent over to pick it up. My hands shook and my palms were damp and tingling. Could it be a ransom note? A threat? In a greeting-card envelope? Did that make sense?
God, just let Angel be all right. Please. I prayed silently.
“Boss?” Blaine came around his desk. “Open it.”
I lifted my eyes to Blaine’s. He thought of Angel as a friend, too. Then I stuck my index finger under the fold and tore the envelope.
I pulled out a store-bought card. It had a picture of a colorful bouquet on the front, with the words “Love is in Bloom.”
“Maybe it’s from Gabe?” Blaine asked.
I shook my head. This wasn’t Gabe’s style. And we’d both been preoccupied with Angel. No, this was something else. My fingers felt thick and clumsy as I tried to open the card.
Finally the card opened. It took me a second to see the inside had been left blank by the card company, but someone had pasted on big chunks of printed words.
Huh? If this was a ransom demand, they had done it wrong. In all the movies, the kidnappers always cut the letters or words out of magazines, but these words didn’t have a slick, glossy finish.
The words were about the size of the type in a mass-market paperback book.
“What does it say?” Blaine demanded.
Frowning, I scanned the words. “It’s a scene from a book, a kidnapping—” I couldn’t breathe. Fear raced through me. Hot prickles popped out on my back and arms. Was this a description of Angel’s kidnapping?
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