Anger had burned within Mark for months—for years, truth be told. He’d wished that things could be different, that he could have seen the signs earlier, that he could have predicted the future and saved both his mom and his sister.
Thankfully he’d found Jesus during that hard time. His relationship with God had turned his life around and had literally saved him from the depths of despair that threatened to consume him. He’d been in a bad place, but eventually all of that had led him to go into law enforcement. He’d abandoned a successful career in sales, searching for something that would be more fulfilling and make more of an impact. Being a detective had done just that.
He snapped from his thoughts as he saw movement in the distance near the side exit. Was that... Laney? He straightened, zeroing his gaze on the figure.
A woman stepped from the hotel, looked both ways, and then darted toward a gas station in the distance. It was definitely Laney, he realized. But what was she doing? If she was innocent, why was she acting so suspiciously right now?
He watched carefully as she hurried inside the gas station. She stayed there for six minutes until a cab pulled up and then she jumped into the backseat, and the car pulled away. Wasting no time, Mark followed the vehicle.
Was this the big moment? Would Laney lead him to Sarah? Or would that be too easy?
He stayed a safe clip behind them, trying not to tip Laney off that she was being followed. As the roads became familiar, he realized she was going back to her house. Had she remembered evidence she’d left there? Was she going back to destroy it?
He remained at the corner and watched as the cab dropped Laney off at the curb a moment later. She looked all around her before sprinting toward her house and slipping inside.
Mark waited until the cab pulled away before he approached the house. He withdrew his gun as he slunk toward the front door. He had no idea what he might find inside, and he had to use every precaution necessary. Maybe she really was dangerous, and his gut had been wrong.
He quietly twisted the door handle and pushed the door open. When he saw what was in Laney’s hands, he drew his gun, realizing he’d been wrong about the woman all along.
FOUR
Laney gently placed a laptop computer onto the table in the foyer and drew her arms into the air as she spotted Mark there with his gun pointed at her. Even in the dark, she could see the accusation in his gaze. But there was something else there also. What was it?
Disappointment, she realized.
He’d followed her. Of course he had. Had she expected anything less?
“This isn’t what it looks like,” she muttered, quickly observing his gun. He was anticipating the worst and prepared to do whatever it took to find answers. She looked guilty—how could she convince him she wasn’t?
“And what exactly am I looking at, Laney?” His eyes were ice-cold again as he stared at her with enough intensity to burn holes into her skin. “What are you doing here?”
Laney’s heart lurched as she glanced at the computer. She’d been so close to leaving with the programs and data she had there. She couldn’t let the wrong people get their hands on it. “There’s nothing wrong with picking up a computer.”
Doubt flickered in his gaze as he came closer, his gun still drawn. She hadn’t turned the lights on in the house—another act that would make her look suspicious. But she’d been trying to remain on the down low.
However, that choice now left the house in darkness—eerie darkness. The shadows felt like they were moving and the silence in the in-between spaces of their conversation felt painful and long.
“The police had a warrant for your computers,” Mark reminded her. “How’d they miss that one?”
Laney licked her lips, panic quelling inside her. This looked bad. Really bad. And she was a terrible liar.
“I know how this appears,” she started. “But it’s been here all along. If anyone had asked where I kept it, I would have told them.”
“Unless you hid it and came back to destroy evidence on it.”
Laney shook her head, desperate to get through to him. “There’s no evidence on this. I use it for my work. It’s my lifeline to the outside world.”
He stepped closer and glared down on her. A whiff of evergreen tingled her nose and caused her heart to skip. The moment was short-lived as she quickly remembered the trouble she was in.
“Someone either really hates you and has gone through a lot of trouble to make you look guilty or you’re guilty,” the detective muttered. “I’m not sure which one yet. Based on the fact that you’ve been incredibly sneaky tonight, I’m learning toward the latter.”
She swallowed hard, her throat dry.
“I’m going to need that computer.”
Her fingers traced the top of her laptop. She’d rather the police have a hold of it than the bad guys. But still—there were things hidden on the hard drive that would raise suspicions. Thankfully, it would take the police department a while to locate that information. Maybe she could buy herself some time.
“Of course,” she finally said. “It’s like I said, I just remembered a few things I needed to pick up. That’s the only reason I came here. I promise.”
His gaze remained suspicious. “You could have called me.”
“I figured you were home with your family.” Her voice trembled with anxiety. “It really wasn’t a big deal. At least, I didn’t think it was.”
As something dark crossed his face, she realized that any of his earlier goodwill was gone. She’d broken her trust with him and just diminished her chances of having someone in her corner.
“Why’d you go into that gas station?” he asked.
She didn’t say anything. She knew how it would sound when she told him she had to buy a burner phone. She’d had no choice but to do so. She had to reach her CIA contact somehow. Nicholas was her only chance of getting help.
“I had to buy something,” she finally said, sticking with the truth.
He shifted and narrowed his eyes. “What did you have to buy?”
She nibbled on her bottom lip a moment. There was no need to deny it. Certainly the police would end up checking her credit card records. They’d find out what she purchased one way or another.
“I bought a phone,” she admitted. “You confiscated my cell, and I don’t like to be without one. It’s only smart as a single woman.”
It was the truth—just not all of it.
Detective James shifted in front of her, his frame imposing and almost intimidating. “Who do you want to call? Your partner in crime maybe? The person who’s helping you get away with this?”
“I just want to have the ability to call someone.”
“Your hotel room has a phone.”
Laney’s shoulders slumped. Mark James didn’t accept answers easily. She was certain that made him a good detective, but he frustrated her now. Her top-secret job was only working to make her look guilty, and she knew it.
“I wanted to call my boss, okay?” Laney crossed her arms over her chest, wishing something would go her way. Instead, life seemed to be working against her.
He finally lowered his hand from his gun. “Why?”
Her shoulders relaxed, but only slightly. “I might be missing work over the next few days. That’s kind of important. I depend on my job to pay my bills. I can’t afford to simply drop off the face of the earth without explanation.”
“Again, you could have used your hotel phone.” His calculating eyes continued to assess her.
Laney forced herself to raise her chin and not appear spooked by his interrogation. She had to be strong. Besides, she’d done nothing wrong. If she acted guilty, the detective would only have more ammunition against her. “I don’t see where this is a big deal.”
“It’s a big deal because
that phone you purchased will have an untraceable number. Maybe you want to make a ransom call with it. Or maybe you have an accomplice and you don’t want us to know about your communications with him. I could continue to list more reasons, but I’m sure you can see my point.”
Alarm rushed through her as the truth of his words settled in her mind. They were looking for anything possible to nail her. She had to be careful. “It’s not like that. I promise.”
Mark’s gaze locked with hers. “I’m having a hard time taking you at your word, Laney. You’ve been less than honest with me.”
At the moment, she felt both dwarfed by his presence and like she wanted to shrink and hide. “I haven’t lied. I just didn’t realize I needed to run these things past you.”
The detective narrowed his eyes. “You’re our number-one suspect. We’re watching your every move. Surely you realize that. I need you to turn over that phone to me.”
She raised her chin. She had no one to fight for her. That meant she had to fight for herself. It was that or let herself go down for a crime she didn’t commit. Still, she had to choose her battles.
Begrudgingly, she slapped the phone into his hands. “Fine. But you’re wasting your time investigating the wrong person. Meanwhile, the real culprit is probably burying himself deeper, which lessens your opportunity to find him.”
They stared off for a moment, neither saying anything.
She waited, wondering if the detective would arrest her again.
* * *
Mark’s phone buzzed. He kept his eyes on Laney as he pulled it from his belt. The woman wasn’t telling him everything, and he wasn’t ready to let this drop. But the phone call was from his partner, and he hoped Jim might have something new to move this case along.
“We have new information,” Jim said.
“What’s that?” Mark didn’t dare pull his gaze off the woman in front of him.
“Ms. Ryan’s in-laws never got that money she said she sent to them. Said they didn’t know anything about it.”
Mark watched as Laney stood against the wall, looking as rigid as a statue. Had his gut instinct been wrong? Was she guilty and trying to play him for a fool?
“Interesting. Any record of where it went?”
“Into a secret account,” Jim said. “The amount was just deposited yesterday. It would be the perfect amount of money to get away from everything. Ten thousand dollars would last a long time.”
His stomach twisted with disgust. Laney was obviously a great liar. The best criminals had looks that were deceiving. They hid in plain sight under the guise of being a good citizen. They won awards. They had no police record. Their pasts seemed to provide alibis within themselves.
Wolves in sheep’s clothing, he reminded himself.
They were out there, just waiting to strike.
He rubbed his jaw, more annoyed than ever. “How does the captain want us to handle this?”
“Same protocol. Keep an eye on her. He’s hoping she’ll lead us right to Sarah. If she really cares about the girl like she claims, she’ll have to get back to her eventually to check on her and give her food.”
“Not if she has a partner,” Mark said.
“I thought of that. But the woman’s a loner. Who would she be working with?”
“I’m not sure.”
“We’re looking into her records and trying to get in touch with her boss,” Jim said. “The number she gave us keeps on coming up as disconnected.”
“I’ll keep all of that in mind,” Mark muttered. That was another strike against her. They continued to add up. “Thanks.”
Mark hung up and turned to Laney. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, as if she knew something was wrong. He wasn’t letting her off the hook this time.
“You want to rethink your story?”
She stared a moment before shaking her head. She rolled back her shoulders, as if finding some kind of internal courage. “No, I don’t. I told you the truth.”
“Then explain why your in-laws know nothing about that money you supposedly sent to them.”
Her eyes became even wider. “I did send it to them. Just two days ago. Ten thousand dollars. My father-in-law has been out of work and dealing with multiple health issues. It seemed the least I could do. Nate would have wanted me to do it. I used part of his life insurance policy that I’d been saving for a rainy day.”
“The money never got to them.”
Her forehead wrinkled with confusion. “I was going to surprise them. I had a cashier’s check cut and sent out. I have no idea why they haven’t received it.”
“Can you explain why another bank account was opened in your name and the money was deposited there?”
Her lips parted. “You can’t be telling the truth. I didn’t do that. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Computer records say you did.”
“Computer records are wrong.” She crossed her arms. “They can be manipulated.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have my PhD in computer science. I’m a software engineer, in simple terms. That’s why.”
Mark shifted, determined not to let this go. “Why isn’t your boss answering his phone?”
She tilted her head. “He hasn’t answered for me, either. Maybe something came up. It’s the only thing I can think of.”
“Maybe that’s because the company doesn’t exist.”
Her eyes widened with something close to panic. “Of course it exists. I’ve worked there for three years. Can’t you see that I’m being set up? I know you probably don’t believe me, but I’m telling you the truth.”
“Who would have had access to your information to do something like this?”
She shook her head. “I feel like a broken record, but I truly have no idea. Someone who’s better at computers than I am...” Her voice trailed and her eyes got a faraway look.
“What are you thinking?”
She fidgeted. “I work with computers and programming. If I could access my computer—”
“Then you could potentially delete more evidence against you.”
“I didn’t.”
“Maybe you’re working with someone?”
She shook her head more adamantly now. “No! I’m not. At least give me the chance to prove myself.”
“As soon as my partner is able to go before a judge, we’ll have a warrant for your arrest.”
Panic quelled in her gaze, and she gripped the wall again, as if she needed it to hold her steady. “No! Please. I just need time. I want to find Sarah just as much as you. Maybe even more.”
“There’s something you’re not telling me, Laney, and I intend to figure out what that is.”
She raised her chin. “If I’m not under arrest, then I need to ask you to leave.”
He stared back. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“You’re violating my rights. Unless you’re arresting me, then leave.”
He considered his words carefully. His hands were tied there. The woman was right: he couldn’t force her to let him stay. But his boss had ordered him to keep an eye on her. “You’re making a mistake if you send me away.”
She stared back, a fire igniting in her gaze. “No, you’re the one making a mistake here. And I’m going to prove it.”
Just as he stepped out of her house, an explosion rattled windows.
FIVE
Laney rushed out her door and gasped when she saw the flames burning from the center of her yard. “What...?”
A vehicle squealed away. Mark quickly called for backup before grabbing Laney’s arm. “Stay back.”
“But what...?”
“Molotov cocktail,” he explained. “It’s a type of homemade bomb. Maybe someone want
s to let you know you’re not welcome in the neighborhood anymore. It’s not all that unusual in situations like these.”
She narrowed her eyes at Mark. No one would think she was guilty if the police hadn’t taken her in. They were wasting so much time on her when the real kidnapper was getting away.
Mark paused for long enough to respond to someone on his phone. The flames had quickly died down—the explosion more for a surprise effect than to cause damage. Well, it had worked. Laney was more shaken than ever.
She had to be proactive here. Sarah’s life was on the line, but so was Laney’s. She’d learned a long time ago she couldn’t wait around for other people to save the day. If she was going to prove her innocence and help Sarah, she had to make the most of her time.
Laney stormed toward the back of the house.
“What are you doing?” Mark called, following after her.
“I’m looking for evidence that your guys aren’t searching for.”
“If you’re innocent, then you won’t mind if I tag along.”
She turned toward him, her eyes blazing. “Be my guest.”
She was all too aware that he was on her heels as she went into her backyard. She desperately longed to get on her computer, to do what she did best: researching. Maybe she could contact Nicholas through her email. Maybe the agency would hire a lawyer for her or give her advice on how to manage this situation.
That computer was like an appendage. It was her work, her livelihood, her fun, her connection with the outside world. While other girls had been doing their hair and makeup, she’d been writing code. The odd quirk hadn’t gained her many friends, but eventually she’d gotten a full-ride scholarship to MIT. She’d been sought after by the biggest and best companies.
None of her professors would have predicted this.
“What exactly are you looking for?” Mark asked.
“I have no idea. But somewhere here, there’s evidence that tells a different story than the one you guys have put together. I intended to find out what it is.”
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