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This was what he’d come into the kitchen to find out, and she had no reason to keep the truth from him. “Yes. It was in the envelope my sister gave me.”

He stilled, his dark eyes spearing into hers. “You got a good look at it?”

“I saw her father’s name and her mother’s.”

“And?”

“Your friend was listed as her biological father. Which matches with what my sister told me.” The one truth among the many lies.

“You don’t seem happy about it.”

“I’m not happy about any of this. The FBI seems to think Tabitha has been keeping a missing child for years. She may end up in jail and poor Jubilee—”

“Will be back with her father. Where she belongs.”

“It is a rough thing for a child to be pulled away from everything she knows.”

“It is just as rough a thing for a man to be without his child for five years,” he responded.

“
If
she’s his child.” But, she really didn’t doubt that Jubilee was.

“I saw her when we walked in the house. She looks just like him. A prettier, younger, cuter version, but just like him.” He grabbed a mug from a small stack near the coffeemaker. Small scars crisscrossed his knuckles, thin white lines against his tan skin. They were nothing like the scar on his face. That one was thick and jagged, stretching from the corner of his eye to his jaw.

“And there’s the birth certificate,” she said more to herself than to him. How had Tabitha gotten her hands on it? If Jubilee wasn’t Daniel Boone Anderson’s child, why had Tabitha asked her to bring the little girl to him?

“There’s that, too. Wonder where your sister got it.” His voice had gone quiet, his eyes suddenly cold and hard.

“I don’t know.”

“I may just have to see if I can find her. Boone deserves the truth.”

“So does everyone else, but you’re just going to have to join the crowd of people hoping to get it, because I have nothing else to offer.”

“Except that you’re the one person your sister has contacted since she left Las Vegas.”

“There’s that,” she murmured, grabbing a clean coffee cup and filling it with hot liquid. She took a sip. It tasted like sawdust and disappointment.

* * *

This
was what Malone had been hoping to hear. A birth certificate with Boone’s name on it. It was the kind of thing that he’d been looking for. Not just a red-haired child with freckles and blue eyes. A document that linked that child with Boone.

He needed to track down Special Agent Spellings and confirm that the birth certificate was legit, then he’d call Chance. His boss had left DC nearly three hours ago. He’d be arriving soon, but this wasn’t the kind of news that Malone wanted to hold on to. The sooner they could confirm the birth certificate, the sooner they could start the process of petitioning CPS to run DNA tests. Five years was a long time to wait to be reunited with a loved one. He didn’t want Boone to have to wait even an hour longer.

Once he got the information about the birth certificate, he was going to do a little digging, see if he could figure out where Tabitha had gone. He wanted to talk to her.

So did a host of other people. Quinn was right about that. She was wrong about her sister, though. Tabitha had known exactly what she was getting Quinn into.

He was pretty certain that Quinn realized it now.

Too little, too late.

She was staring into her coffee cup as if she could find the mysteries of the universe in it, the bright pink hand-printed shirt peeking out from beneath her sweatshirt again.

She didn’t look angry. She looked...sad.

That bothered Malone more than he wanted it to.

A simple mission. In. Out. Back to his vacation. Only it wasn’t going to turn out that way. He set his mug down, took Quinn’s.

“You were right,” he said, placing it next to his.

“About what?”

“Everything is going to be okay.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Sure you did. You said it to Jubilee.”

She frowned, her smooth skin and large gray eyes making her look years younger than she was. She could have passed for a teenager, but he knew she’d been widowed for several years. He’d have liked to know more.

Like why a woman as smart as she seemed to be would believe the lies her sister had told her.

“I guess I did.” She offered a half smile and sighed. “I probably knew Tabitha wasn’t telling me the entire truth, but I never would have imagined that she had a child who wasn’t hers.”

“We could all be mistaken. That’s a possibility.”

“No. It’s not. I got a good look at the birth certificate. It was an original,” she responded.

“Did you see the baby’s name?”

“Kendal Grace Anderson.” Flyaway strands of hair stuck to her forehead and cheek. She brushed them away, moved toward the back door. “Mother’s name was Megan. Father’s name Daniel Boone Anderson.”

It all lined up.

Every detail.

“I need to call my boss,” he muttered. Once Boone got word about the birth certificate, he was going to be chomping at the bit, trying to get home faster than humanly possible. Returning home and being told he wasn’t going to be able to see his child wouldn’t sit well. Maybe Chance could work a little magic and make sure that didn’t happen.

“You go ahead. I...need some air.” Quinn walked to a small alcove at the back of the kitchen. A door led from there out to a porch.

Malone had already scouted the property, looking for areas that might be security risks. Quinn had been run off the road and chased into the woods. There was no guarantee the perpetrator wouldn’t return, but there were law enforcement officers all over the property and along the road where Quinn’s Jeep had been abandoned. She’d be fine outside on her own, but he followed anyway, stepping into the cool night air.

“You don’t have to babysit me,” Quinn murmured as she settled onto a bench swing that hung from porch eaves.

“Who said I was?” He settled down beside her, the chains creaking.

“You were going to call your boss.”

“It can wait.”

“Until?”

“I make sure you’re okay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She was tiny. Probably a foot shorter than Malone, but her personality seemed bigger—her voice, her gestures, those eyes that seemed to take up most of her face.

“You were lied to. You were put in danger. You trusted someone, and you were betrayed.” They were all good reasons for not being okay, but Quinn shrugged.

“I’ve been through worse.”

“I’m sorry for that.”

She turned her head, looked him straight in the eyes, her gaze dropping to the scar on his cheek, the one on his hands. “I think you’ve been through way worse, so I don’t think you should be sorry for me.”

“Trouble is relative.” He stood and paced to the porch railing, because he didn’t want her to ask about the scars. It wasn’t something he discussed—the torture, the sorrow of losing brothers in arms, the helplessness of watching it happen. “Is there someone you want me to call?”

“About?”

“You. Your brother is busy with the police. I thought you might want some moral support.”

“If my husband were alive,” she said quietly, “I’d want him here. He’s not, and there’s no one else.”

“I’ll say I’m sorry again. For your loss, this time.”

“Thanks.”

“I know it doesn’t change anything.”

“It doesn’t, but after a while, the agony fades to a dull ache.”

He’d been there. Done that. He knew how it felt to lose someone and to move on from it. The ache never left. It simply became tolerable.

“Quinn—” he began, not really sure what he was going to say, not actually sure he should say anything.

They were strangers, and nothing he could say to her would make any difference.

“Are you going to let Daniel know about the birth certificate?” She cut him off.

“Daniel?” he asked, confused for a split second before the name registered. “Boone. That’s what he goes by. I’ll send him a text. Our boss will, too.”

“Boss?”

“Chance Miller. He owns HEART.”

“I’d like to say I’ve heard of it.”

“But you haven’t? Neither have most people. We’re a privately owned hostage rescue team. We also provide security, do cyber forensics. Lots of things.”

“Including tracking down a coworker’s missing child?”

“That, too.” He stood, the swing creaking as it moved. “Hopefully, this will all pan out. I’d hate for Boone to get his hopes up and then have them dashed.”

“I have a feeling it will. I just hope that it pans out for Jubilee, too. She deserves to have a happy ending, because I don’t think her beginning has been easy.”

“I saw the bruise on her cheek.”

“There are a few on her arms, too. And, she doesn’t talk. Boone will have his work cut out for him.”

“He’s up for it. He’s been waiting for this for five years, preparing for it.”

“Maybe you can give me a call after they meet, let me know how it goes.”

“You could stick around. Find out for yourself.”

“I need to get back to Echo Lake. I’ve got a job, a whole classroom full of kindergartners who won’t know what to do if I’m not there.”

“You like the little kids, huh?”

“I do, but it’s also the only grade that I could be guaranteed to be taller than all my pupils.”

That surprised a laugh out of him, and she smiled. “Yeah, it was a joke, but I have met third graders who are almost as tall as me.”

The back door opened, and August stepped outside.

“I’ve been looking for you, Quinn. Is everything okay out here?” he asked.

“Just waiting to get permission to go home,” she responded.

“You have it. The authorities have your contact information, and Agent Spellings said you’re free to go when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” She stood. “I’ve just got to get my Jeep...”

“I drove it here,” August said. “But I think you should stay until the sun comes up.”

“It’s almost up now,” she responded. “And the sooner I get on the road, the sooner I can get home. I’ve got a classroom full of rowdy five-year-olds to face on Monday morning.”

“A few hours isn’t going to make a difference,” August responded. “I have a few things to tie up here before I can go, and I’d prefer you to wait until we can leave together.”

She frowned. “Why would we leave together?”

“Because, I want to make sure you stay safe.”

“Safe from what? The guys who ran me off the road wanted to get Jubilee. She’s in protective custody until her father returns. They’ve got no further use for me.”

“No?” Malone interrupted, because he agreed with August. Quinn shouldn’t be going anywhere alone. Not until they knew exactly what was going on. “Has it occurred to you that they wanted Jubilee because they thought having her would help them get to your sister?”

“I can’t think of any other reason why they would want her, so yes. It’s occurred to me.”

“Now that she’s in protective custody, they’ll want another pawn that they can use. That makes you a likely target,” he pointed out, and she scowled.

“They don’t even know who I am, and there’s no way they’re hanging around anywhere close by to watch for my Jeep. They’re long gone, and if I leave now, I will be, too. If they come back after the police and FBI are gone, they’ll be too late to follow me. I’ll be home safe and sound in Echo Lake and all of this will be over.”

Malone hoped she was right, but he didn’t think she could count on it. Desperate people did desperate things. That included kidnapping people they thought could be beneficial to their cause.

“If you’re right, I’ll apologize later. For now, how about we just agree that you’ll stay until I can leave with you?” August suggested.

“I don’t need—”

“
I
do,” August cut her off. “You’re my kid sister. I couldn’t live with myself if I let something happen to you.”

“Fine. I won’t leave until you can,” she said.

“Glad to know I can still win my battles with you. I put your purse in the guest room. Here’s your phone. Looks like you’ve got a couple of messages. You recognize the number?”

She took it, looked at the screen. “I think this is the one Tabitha gave me. I was in a hurry and didn’t add it to my contacts list.”

“Hopefully, the messages explain the mess she’s gotten you into,” August muttered.

“You’re assuming she knows that she got me into a mess.”

“Trust me, kid. She knows.”

“I’m not a kid,” Quinn said absently as she pressed a button and held the phone to her ear. “Nothing on the first one. Let’s see if she left a message the second time.” Her eyes widened, and she motioned for August to move closer.

Malone didn’t wait for an invitation. He bent down, his head so close to Quinn’s that her hair brushed his cheek. He could hear what sounded like a masculine voice, the words chilling.

“You want to see your sister again? You bring that kid back home.” Seconds later, a woman screamed, the sound filled with so much terror, Malone wanted to jump through the phone to save her.

August must have felt the same.

He snatched the phone from Quinn’s hand and listened to the message again, wincing when the woman screamed.

“If that’s Tabitha...”

“I know it’s her phone number,” Quinn said, staring at the phone as if it were going to jump out of his hand and attack her. “They must have found her.”

“We need to hand this over to the FBI,” Malone said, taking the phone from August’s hand.

“What if—?” Quinn began.

“Let’s save the questions for later.” Malone grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. He didn’t want to waste time. The call had come in half an hour ago. If the FBI could get a ping off the cell phone, they might be able to track the caller. “The longer we wait, the more chance the perpetrator has to leave the area he made the call from.”

“The longer we wait, the more unlikely it’s going to be that we’ll find
Tabitha
,” Quinn corrected.

If Tabitha was with the caller.

It was her phone, but that didn’t mean she was near it.

It didn’t mean she’d been the one screaming.

It didn’t mean she was even alive.