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down and he’d never see him.

      Brandon flattened himself on his belly and kept his weapon in front of him. Army crawling, he moved toward the den, eyes probing the darkness.

      He could see nothing. He heard nothing. He turned the volume down on the 911 operator frantically trying to get him to answer.

      The sirens in the distance caught his attention and he figured they were headed for him. If the intruder was still in his house, he was going to be trapped.

      No one spoke. No more shots came his way.

      Brandon’s adrenaline ebbed as he finally decided he was alone. He stood, still cautious, watchful. He flicked on the small light above his sink, not wanting to turn on the bright kitchen light after being in the darkness for so long. He needed to let his eyes adjust slowly.

      Still keeping himself protected from anything that might come from the den area, he waited to make sure.

      Then slowly, methodically, he swept each and every room, weapon ready.

      The place was empty.

      Only now he knew someone didn’t want him looking for Heather Bradley. The question was: Why?

      That someone had just made a very bad mistake because now Brandon was more determined than ever to get answers to all of his questions. All of them.

THREE

      Somehow Sonya made it through her twelve-hour shift without collapsing. She didn’t like working on Sundays, but it was part of the job. She was fortunate she had to take only one Sunday a month.

      Now she had one more thing to do before she went home to collapse.

      She knocked on the door to room 412.

      “Come in.”

      Sonya stepped into the room and saw the woman in the bed. “Hi, Dineen, my name’s Sonya Daniels. I was in the park when you were shot.”

      “You’re the one who saved me,” she whispered and held up a hand.

      Sonya took it and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re going to be all right.”

      “I am, too.” She coughed and winced. Sonya handed her the cup of water by her bed. After Dineen took a small sip, she set it aside.

      “Is someone staying with you?”

      “My husband. He went downstairs to get something to eat. He’ll be back soon.”

      “Good.”

      “Did they catch him?”

      “No, not yet.”

      She nodded. “I figured I would have heard something if they had. It’s still all over the news.”

      “They’ll catch him.”

      Her lids drooped. “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to stay awake very long.”

      “It’s the pain medicine. I just wanted to check on you. Go to sleep and heal.”

      “Thank you.”

      Sonya smiled and left. Exhaustion swept over her. All she wanted was to go home and crawl into bed. Even the thought of her empty refrigerator couldn’t tempt her into stopping at the grocery store. She would make do with peanut butter and crackers and a bottle of water. Sleep was all she craved.

      “Hey, Sonya,” Missy called.

      Sonya turned. “Yes?”

      “Are you going home? Do you need to stay another night at my house?”

      “I think I’m all right.” She’d managed to dodge the reporters this morning. Security had kept them from her while at work. She wondered if they’d be waiting for her at her car. The thought made her grimace.

      “Well, you’re welcome to stay if you need to. Just let me know.”

      “Thanks.” Sonya gave her a small smile. It was all she could muster. However, she decided Missy was the real deal and hoped they could build their friendship. She missed having a close friend.

      “I’ll see she gets home all right.”

      Sonya turned at the deep voice and found Brandon standing in the small foyer. He looked as tired as she felt. “What are you doing here?”

      “I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”

      Sonya felt the heat in her neck start to rise and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. How are you?”

      “I’m just teasing. I thought I’d stop by and see if you could use a bite to eat?”

      Sonya was amazed to feel energy start to seep back into her tired body. His mere presence jump-started her pulse and made her heart pound. She swallowed hard. “I could eat.”

      “Great. I want to talk to you about something.”

      “Like what?”

      “Don’t mind me. I was just leaving,” Missy said.

      Sonya felt her flush deepen and she shot Missy a look that said to stop. Missy grinned, waved and headed out the door.

      Sonya rolled her eyes and turned back to Brandon, who smiled, his eyes dark and mysterious. She wished she could read him.

      “Come on. I’ll drive and bring you back when we’re done.”

      She hesitated. “Do you mind if I just follow you?”

      He shrugged. “Sure.”

      He walked her the rest of the way to her car. She slid into the driver’s seat and clicked on her seat belt.

      Twenty minutes later, she found herself sitting opposite Brandon at one of her favorite cafés about a mile from her mother’s home.

      Brandon rubbed his coffee cup between his palms. Sonya took a bite of her chicken panini. With food in her stomach, the strong black coffee racing through her veins and the handsome man across from her, she felt as though she’d just had eight hours of sleep. Her watch said it was pushing eight o’clock. If she was in bed by eleven, she would be good to go for tomorrow’s shift. “What did you want to talk about?”

      “Heather Bradley.”

      “What about her? Did you find out if—” She bit her lip, unable to voice the question.

      “If you’re her?”

      “Yes. I can’t even believe I’m asking. It’s just too bizarre.”

      “Unfortunately, bizarre stuff happens all the time.” He smiled. “I’ve talked to Mr. Bradley once. He’s open to meeting you. Would you be interested in taking the baby stuff to them?”

      Sonya paused midbite. “Me?”

      “Well, it was in your mother’s house where you found the stuff. Mr. Bradley said they’d love to have the bag and other items back.”

      “But...but...” she sputtered. “Won’t they think my parents had something to do with their daughter’s kidnapping?”

      “He asked what I thought about your parents and how they might have come by the items.”

      “What did you say?”

      “Just that you had come to me with this story and the items and were as confused about them as everyone else.”

      Sonya took another bite, chewed and swallowed. The distraction gave her time to think. “I’m okay with returning the stuff, then.”

      “Good. He wants to talk to you. Said he had questions for you.”

      Sonya shrugged. “I feel sorry he’s lost his daughter, but unfortunately, I won’t have any answers to his questions.”

      “I

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