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Laura swallowed hard, keeping her voice quiet. “Mr. Devaney said Dad was diagnosed nine months ago for non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.”

“Yes, a type called diffuse large B-cell.”

She had no idea what it was, but it sounded bad. Laura's stomach knotted. She couldn't remember ever seeing her father like this. She wanted him to open his eyes and look at her even though her emotions were a mix of love, regret and shame.

Torn between going in or leaving her father in peace, Laura shifted beside her aunt. Nolan's raven hair had turned completely white. He was frail. For the first time in her life, she thought of her father as something other than strong and unyielding. Life had taken its toll on him, just as it had on her.

“Let's come back later.” Her aunt closed the door and steered her away.

Devaney fell into step on Joy's other side. The older woman gave him a quick hug. “Thank you for bringing Laura.”

Griffin smiled, his hard features softening, his blue-green eyes warming.

The change in his face made Laura a little weak in the knees, which completely shocked her. She jerked her gaze away. Oh, please. She was tired. That was why she'd felt that little wobble.

Retracing their steps, they made their way to the waiting area they'd seen when they stepped off the elevator. Among the groupings of chairs, there was a television on the wall. One section of chairs was broken up with a small table and phone in the middle. A long couch sat on the adjacent wall.

People clustered in groups of two or three along the near wall. Laura walked across to the less populated side of the room with her aunt and took a chair. Griffin eased down onto the gray sofa.

Joy dabbed at her damp eyes, lowering her voice. “The person who originally volunteered to be Nolan's donor is ill. Thank goodness your blood sample was on file with the register. I was tested, too. Siblings have the best chance of having the same HLA molecules, but I wasn't a match at all.”

“HLA molecules?”

“Antibodies that are proteins in the blood and could interfere with the success of the transplant. There's only a twenty-five percent chance that I would be a perfect match. The chances are even more slim that the parents or children of a patient will match.”

Laura frowned. “But I'm a match?”

“Yes, praise the Lord.” A determined look crossed Joy's face. “I've been praying that you would be able to help your father and now you are. God doesn't pay attention to percentages.”

Still shaken by seeing her larger-than-life father in such a feeble state, Laura was hit with a sense of urgency. “What do I need to do? Shouldn't we get started?”

“You'll undergo some tests to make sure you're healthy enough to donate.”

“What kind of tests?”

“Joy?” The red-haired nurse who had directed them earlier appeared in the doorway. Her name tag read Cheryl. “Sorry to interrupt, but I understand this is the visitor you want to be tested.”

“Yes.” Joy introduced Laura. “I told her she would need to be examined.”

Cheryl smiled, her brown eyes warm. “It's just to make sure you have no issues. Even something that seems as inconsequential as a tooth infection can cause problems. Whenever you're ready, we can get started.”

Laura recalled her father's fragile appearance. “I'm ready now. How soon will you know if I'm healthy enough?”

“Pretty quickly. The lab processes donor candidates ASAP in case we need to continue searching for a match.”

Joy squeezed her hand and Laura met her aunt's sober blue gaze. “I hope this works.”

“I have faith,” Joy said.

Laura should, too.

The nurse walked out and Laura followed with Griffin right behind her. An hour later, she and her bodyguard returned to the waiting area to meet her aunt. Once Laura explained about the tests she'd undergone, Joy patted her hand.

“I imagine you're exhausted,” the other woman said. “We can visit on the way to my house. I fixed you a room.”

“No,” Griffin said. “She's coming home with me.”

Laura jolted in surprise. “With you?”

“Yes. The one place I can guarantee your safety is my house.”

Though Laura didn't like it, he had a point. She turned to her aunt. “He's right. I don't want to put you in danger.”

“I don't want to put you at risk, either, but I wish we could spend some time together.”

“So do I.” Leaving her family behind had been much harder than Laura had anticipated. She had never realized how defined she was by whom she loved and who loved her, who was in her life. She glanced around the waiting area. “I could sleep here.”

Devaney was shaking his head before she even finished. “Not a good idea. Joy, you can stay at my house, too. In fact, I'd feel better if you did.”

“What if someone finds out?” Laura half whispered. “Won't that put her in danger?”

“You won't leave or arrive together.”

He turned to Joy. “Boone or Sydney will get you to and from my house without being tailed. Laura will be with me.”

“That sounds good.” Joy hugged Laura briefly. “Boone and Sydney work at Enigma. Staying with Griffin, we'll be able to catch up. I'll go home and get some things, then meet you at his house.”

“All right.”

The three of them walked toward the elevator. Griffin stayed close.

He'd said he would do his best not to let Vin find her and he hadn't been kidding. Devaney hadn't left her side since they'd flown out of Pueblo. As much as she hated to admit it, she found his presence reassuring. And now she was going to his home.

The elevator doors opened and the three of them stepped inside, moving toward the back. A husky boy who looked to be in his late teens slouched in one corner, hands in his jeans pockets, the hood of his red sweatshirt pulled over his eyes.

An athletic-looking man stood along the opposite wall between a young boy and young girl who each clasped one of his hands. Two older women filled that corner. Cheryl, the red-haired nurse who had taken Laura for her tests, moved to the back.

“Time for my break,” she said upon seeing them. She turned to the side to accommodate a small slender man with a long gray ponytail dangling from under a grimy baseball cap.

As Griffin and Laura shifted to give the newcomers some room, she noticed he kept her between himself and Joy.

When the elevator reached the lobby and the doors opened, the passengers angled so the older women could exit first. The movement caused Laura to scoot closer to her bodyguard.

The remaining occupants surged forward, knocking her off balance for a second. Someone bumped her from behind and Laura reflexively reached for the wall. Instead, she got Griffin's iron-hard biceps. Just as she steadied herself, Laura felt a sharp prick in her free arm.

She jerked, drawing in a jagged breath at the shooting pain.

Griffin immediately pulled her closer, allowing the rest of the group to disembark. “What? What is it?”

“Something just stuck me.” She started to pull up her sleeve, then stopped short at the sight of a syringe dangling from her sweater sleeve. She made a noise and Griffin's hand settled heavily on her shoulder as he turned her slightly toward him.

Though no one was waiting for the elevator at the moment, Griffin ushered her and her aunt off. After they entered the area that opened into the lobby, he stopped them and took Laura's arm, examining it carefully.

Joy leaned in. “What is that?”

“A syringe,” Griffin said grimly.

Laura reached for it, but he grabbed her hand.

“Don't touch it.” He glanced at Joy. “Do you have a tissue?”

“I have a handkerchief.”

As her aunt pulled the cotton cloth from her purse, Laura remained still, her arm smarting. The hankie was one made by Joy, her first name embroidered with a signature flower in place of the
o
in her name. Laura had one just like it.

Using the handkerchief to pluck the needle out, Griffin studied the clear liquid in the syringe. “It's full of something.”

“Drugs?” Laura's voice shook. Or something worse? she wondered.

“I'll find out. How's your arm?”

“It stings, but the pain is already starting to fade.” She pushed up the fabric to reveal a short raw scratch just above her elbow.

Concern clouded Joy's eyes as she looked at Griffin. “Do you think someone did this on purpose?”

His face darkened. “I don't know.”

Laura's gaze shifted to the man beside her, her heart suddenly pounding hard. “If it was deliberate, why stick me in the arm? That seems as if it would draw too much attention from others in the elevator.”

“Maybe they meant to stick you somewhere else.”

She swallowed hard.

“Like in the side or the hip.” Devaney gently eased her closer to the wall. “All of the jostling as people left the car could've made them miss their target. I doubt they meant to leave this syringe behind, but it snagged in your sweater. They couldn't retrieve it without drawing attention to themselves.”

Mouth dry, she stared up at Griffin. She mentally reviewed all of the faces of the people who'd ridden the elevator with them, but she couldn't remember anything unusual or suspicious or recall anyone being jumpy.

A muscle working in his jaw, Griffin's gaze scanned the milling crowd.

“Do you see anything?” she asked.

“No one running away or looking guilty or even appearing to be interested in us.”

Dread curled through her as Griffin cautiously wrapped the needle in the handkerchief and slid it into his coat pocket. He then took Laura's elbow and steered her toward the hospital entrance.

Joy followed. “What are we going to do?”

“First I'm going to figure out if there's a security camera in the elevator,” he said. “Then when we get to my house, Sydney can draw some of Laura's blood. She has medic training. We'll send that along with the syringe to a lab we use. Then we'll know the contents and if any of it is in your blood.”

“Does it really matter what's in the syringe?” Laura tried to temper her tone, but fear gave her voice a sharp edge.

“Once we determine the contents,” he said in a low voice, “we'll know if they meant to harm you.”

“And how badly,” Laura finished quietly at the realization.

Joy's gaze went from her niece to Griffin. “Do you mean it might have killed her?”

“Can't dismiss the possibility.”

“Oh, dear.” The older woman's face tightened with apprehension. “Could Vin have had anything to do with this?”

Griffin's steel-hard gaze slid to Laura's and held. “We have to assume so until we know differently.”

Laura struggled to breathe past the crushing pressure in her chest.

Could her ex have already found her? If so, how?

Copyright © 2015 by Debra S. Cowan

ISBN-13: 9781460381571

Gone Missing

Copyright © 2015 by Camy Tang

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