LITMIR.BIZ

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fact that Liam had practically delivered Elisabeth to those men on a silver platter filled him with guilt as police officers swarmed around the women’s shelter. Some of the residents were outside now, looking fearfully at the broken front door, while police officers ranged around the property, going in and out of the house through side doors.

      An ambulance had pulled up front and the injured security guard, Bill, was being patched up from where his shoulder had been grazed. The older security guard was giving Bill an earful about his foolhardy actions.

      Detective Carter of the Sonoma Police Department had just arrived. Liam had worked with the man several times over the past few months, contracted by the Sonoma police to track people down.

      “Did you catch any of the men who drove away?” he asked Detective Carter as the officer approached.

      He shook his head, his thinning red-gold hair glinting in the sunlight. “Officer Fong happened to be nearby when the security guards hit their direct signal to dispatch, but the four cars split up as soon as they left the driveway. Officer Fong followed one of them but lost the car.”

      Elisabeth sighed. “I guess it was too much to hope that we got a couple of them for questioning.”

      “You don’t know who they were?” Detective Carter asked.

      She shook her head. “I think they were Filipino. The leader spoke in Tagalog to his men.”

      “What exactly did they want?” Detective Carter asked.

      “They demanded that we turn over one of my clients,” Elisabeth said.

      “What client?”

      “She told me her name was Joslyn Flores.”

      “A few days ago, a woman who called herself Patricia hired me to find her sister, Joslyn Bautista,” Liam said. “She’d disappeared a few weeks ago, and her ‘sister’ was worried.”

      “Nothing about it seemed unusual?” Detective Carter asked.

      Liam grimaced. The detective had often praised Liam’s gut instincts, but they seemed to have failed him this time. “She seemed sincere. It was a little unusual when she paid the deposit in cash, but she said it was because she didn’t want her husband to know because he didn’t believe Joslyn was missing. I ran a cursory background check on her and she seemed to be who she said she was. The records showed that Patricia’s last name had been Bautista before she’d married Henry Santos, and her sister, Joslyn, lived with them in Los Angeles.”

      “I know Joslyn didn’t have any sisters,” Elisabeth said. “When I was training her to go off grid, she had to be honest with me about any relatives she might run into. I saw her face. She wasn’t lying to me when she said she didn’t have siblings.”

      “I should have dug deeper. A hacker could have created a credible background for Patricia,” Liam said. “Patricia said that Joslyn may have been traveling under a different last name. I followed a few leads that pointed to Ms. Aday.” Liam nodded to Elisabeth. “That’s why I came here today, to ask her if she’d helped Joslyn.”

      “Did you tell Patricia you were coming here today?” Detective Carter asked.

      “No. When I was driving here, I thought I might have been tailed but I couldn’t be sure. The men came in four cars, so they might have traded off tailing me.”

      “Hiring a hacker and using a four-car tail?” Detective Carter frowned. “This isn’t some small operation. These guys are organized and have money.”

      Liam told him about speaking to Elisabeth and being interrupted by the man at the front door who claimed he was with Liam. “The guard let slip that I was with Elisabeth. He mentioned her by name.” If only he’d been a second faster, he could have prevented that guard from saying anything.

      Detective Carter looked sharply at them both. “So if he didn’t know who you’d come to see, he does now.”

      Liam explained about the man shooting the door and rushing in, about Bill jumping him and Liam struggling with him. It had been a lot harder than he’d expected because his injured shoulder had flared up. He rubbed it, still feeling the ache.

      Detective Carter noticed. “Your shoulder still okay?”

      “It’s fine.”

      The detective shook his head. “I want you to see the paramedic when we’re done here.”

      “Detective—”

      “Injuries like that are always bad.” The detective’s gray eyes on Liam were steely but concerned. “You don’t want to learn you’ve made things worse when you’re in the middle of chasing someone and you find you can’t pull yourself over a fence.”

      Liam put his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine.”

      “What injury?” Elisabeth asked.

      “Shoulder wound. Afghanistan,” Liam said. It was bad enough his injury had worried his dad. Now even Detective Carter was interrupting taking their statements to worry about him. Liam couldn’t have that.

      Elisabeth studied his face for a moment, and surprisingly she seemed to understand his reluctance to draw attention to his shoulder. She turned back to Detective Carter. “I tried to see the license plate but didn’t have a good enough angle.”

      “I only saw a partial as they got away,” Liam said. “Three-T-something.”

      Detective Carter noted it down in his notebook.

      She explained the rest of what happened. Liam winced again when she mentioned how the man had told his boss that she was talking to Liam.

      Detective Carter’s expression was alert. “They only got your last name?”

      “But I’m on the shelter website. Full name, photograph and my professional contact info. The men only needed to use a smartphone to check the website to find me.”

      “And you have no idea who they were and why they wanted Joslyn?” Detective Carter asked.

      “Four cars seems excessive for an angry ex-boyfriend who wants her back,” Liam said.

      “She never mentioned anything about her ex,” Elisabeth said. “She was scared and penniless. Luckily she didn’t need medical attention when she arrived. She left as soon as she could.”

      “That seems unusual,” the detective said.

      “It is. Most women are relieved to find somewhere safe. They’re not yet thinking about the future. Joslyn was grateful to the shelter, but she was still anxious to move on. She took off early one morning and no one saw her leave.”

      “Ms. Aday, you’re in danger if they think you know where Joslyn is,” Detective Carter said.

      “They don’t know for sure that she’s not at the shelter,” Elisabeth pointed out.

      “I don’t know how long that’ll keep them from trying to find you,” Liam said. He saw the shiver that passed over her.

      “I’ll post an officer here to make sure the shelter’s safe from any other attacks,” the detective said. “But I’m afraid we’re stretched pretty thin. Unless you’re directly threatened, I don’t believe I can get authorization for a protective detail on either of you.”

      Elisabeth said, “Don’t worry, I can take care of myself,” at the same time that Liam said, “I’ll be fine.”

      “I know you’re both pretty competent, but just be careful.” He nodded to them and went to talk to one of the other officers nearby.

      “You need some type of protection,” Liam blurted out. “Let me help you. It’s my fault they’re after you now. I led them here.”

      She blinked in surprise, and he thought he saw a hint of warmth in her hazel eyes at his concern for her. But then she

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