LITMIR.BIZ

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throw, laughing at the DVD he’d seen dozens of times, apparently with no repercussions from his fall. She watched him for a moment, letting the reassurance of his safety sink into her troubled soul. She knew she was overprotective with him, but how could she not be under the circumstances?

      Hawk was sitting at the table when she returned. She refilled both their coffee cups and joined him. It was more caffeine than she normally drank this late at night, but there was little chance she’d sleep anyway.

      “Are you sure you want to hear this, Hawk? It’s not as if talking about it changes anything.”

      “It could, if talk leads to the right action.”

      He only thought that because he didn’t know the whole story. For that matter, neither did she. She thought back, trying to find a place to begin.

      “It was five weeks to the day after my husband had been killed in New York. I buried him here in Dobbin and decided to stay on with the kids through the winter. I thought a change of scenery might help us all handle things better.”

      “Makes sense.”

      “I thought so at the time. My mistake. Everyone here was friendly and went out of their way to welcome us, but the only one I’d really connected with was Cutter’s Aunt Merlee. She’d taken me under her wing. Have you met her yet?”

      “No, but I’ve heard about her. Linney adores her.”

      “Everyone adores her. Anyway, that weekend she’d invited me and the children to visit her in her Houston townhouse so that I could take Lucy to some of the museums and child-oriented activities without having to make the long drive back to Dobbin at the end of the day. Brandon was only a year old and fussy that day, so Merlee had offered to watch him while Lucy and I took in the zoo.”

      “So it was just the two of you?”

      “Yes, mother-and-daughter time and Lucy was thrilled that she wouldn’t have to share me. Between the trauma of Todd’s death, the move and taking care of Brandon, I’d given her far too little of myself.”

      “It must have been a hard time for all of you.”

      It was still a hard time, all but unbearable on nights like this, with the sound of that voice on the phone echoing through her senses.

       Keep talking, Alonsa. Get through this. You should be able to talk of it without falling completely apart. It’s been two years.

      Her mind fixated on the events of that heartbreaking day, and she found small solace in remembering her daughter’s enthusiasm and laughter. “Lucy loved all the animals, but the sea lions were her favorite. It was nearing two when I told her we needed to go back to Merlee’s. She begged to see the sea lions one more time. I gave in, of course.”

      If she hadn’t…No. Going over the ifs didn’t help. The counselor had worked for months to get her to move beyond that and the personal recriminations. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

      “While we were watching the sea lion antics, a large school group arrived and we were inundated by first and second graders. Someone pushed someone and a fight broke out. A little girl was shoved to the ground and started wailing. I went to help her up while the teachers stopped the fight. When I looked for Lucy, she wasn’t there.

      “I wasn’t worried when I first lost sight of her, but then after minutes passed and I couldn’t locate her among the children, I started to panic.” Alonsa’s voice grew shaky.

      Hawk stood and rounded the table, resting his hands on her shoulders. “Maybe tonight’s not the best time for this. Why don’t you get some rest, and I’ll come back tomorrow morning?”

      “I’m okay.” His touch and sympathy were disconcerting in the quiet kitchen. “Do you have children, Hawk?”

      “No. I was married for a while once, but no kids. I’m sure I can’t begin to understand what you’re going though.”

      Yet he was here and a good listener. Or else the pain was just so overwhelming tonight she had to have the release of talking about it.

      “I haven’t seen my daughter since that day at the zoo. All I get is the phone calls, the torment of her voice asking for me when I can’t go to her.”

      “Surely the investigation uncovered some leads.”

      “None that produced results.”

      “Exactly what does the recorded voice say when you get the phone calls?”

      “It’s a young girl’s voice. All she says is ‘Mommy’ and then there’s a click and the call disconnects. Craig doubts that it’s Lucy’s voice. He thinks it’s more likely some sick pervert who heard about the case at the time and gets his kicks torturing me.”

      “Who’s Craig?”

      “Craig Dalliers, the FBI agent who’s heading up the kidnapping investigation. He’s been on the case almost since the beginning.”

      “Who conducted the initial search for Lucy, the local police or the FBI?”

      “Both. The police started the process, but the FBI took over as soon as they got clearance. My husband Todd was an FBI agent killed in the line of duty.”

      “I didn’t realize that.”

      “How could you know?” Alonsa asked. “We’ve barely met.”

      Yet here she was pouring out her soul to him in her kitchen. She was still wearing the blue cocktail dress she’d pulled from the back of her closet. He was in his tux. The bizarreness of the situation struck her and she wondered what she’d been thinking to invite him in when he’d driven her home. Still, she gave him the details of the search as succinctly as possible.

      Hawk stepped away and started to pace. “What’s going on with the search now?”

      “The FBI has assured me the case is still active.”

      “What exactly does that mean?”

      “I’m not sure. I haven’t had an update in over three months.”

      “Do they think the kidnapping was a revenge crime related to someone your husband arrested?”

      “They did at first. Now Craig believes it was probably random.”

      “What do you think?”

      “I trust Craig’s judgment. I have no reason not to. He worked with Todd on a daily basis. Only…”

      Only Craig, and the agents he’d assigned to help with the case, hadn’t found Lucy. The growing doubts she’d tried to deny crowded her mind. Craig had his faults, especially in the personal morals department, but he was a capable agent. Even Todd admitted that.

      Hawk stopped pacing and straddled a chair next to hers. “I’d like to talk to the agent heading up the investigation.”

      “Why?”

      “Sometimes a fresh mind and viewpoint can help.”

      “I wish I believed that, but there’s nothing to view.”

      “No one disappears without a trace, Alonsa.”

      But Lucy had. If there was a lead, the FBI would have found it. Having Hawk talk to Craig wouldn’t change anything and would likely just aggravate Craig and stop him from assigning the case to a top agent.

      “I’m sorry, but the FBI is handling the case and I don’t see how your talking to them can possibly help.”

      “It can’t hurt. A new person can spot mistakes a lot faster than the guy who’s made them.”

      The comment provoked her. Hawk only knew the little she’d told him. He hadn’t been here through the months of anguish, hadn’t gone through the agony of building up hope with every minuscule lead only to have it blow up in her face. He didn’t have a clue

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