I turned to him. “Where does she live? Do you have her phone number? We need to call her."
"Impossible. She's visiting family in Mexico. Kate, please put this nonsense aside."
My spirits plummeted. Why didn't he see that his and Bonnie's kidnappings were related? “It's not nonsense."
"I know why I was taken,” he said. “Finding my daughter is what matters."
I knew how worried he was about her. What he believed about his kidnapping seemed logical. Still I couldn't force myself to accept his reasoning. “Look at the similarities between the incidents."
"Granted there are several, but there are also some differences."
He swerved to avoid a dark sedan parked in front of his house and pulled into the carport. When the car stopped, he jumped out and ran to the house.
With the keys in my hand, I opened the trunk and took out my suitcase and the bag of mint. Lars’ panic failed to spur me. The puzzle of how the kidnappers had entered the estate intrigued me.
Maybe there was a record somewhere that showed when and from where the gate had been opened. A sigh flowed across my lips. What did I know about this kind of technology?
I slammed the trunk lid. Why had this happened? My thoughts reverted to my earlier musings.
Don wanted to leave Santa Fe. He disliked his sister. Was it enough reason for him to kidnap her and his father? Probably not. Unless he had help, his taking these actions was impossible without involving his daughter. How would he react if he'd learned his sister had played a part in his wife's death?
What if Bonnie died? Or Lars? Who would inherit the assets of the company? Lars had said Don was still a partner.
Damon wanted—maybe Bonnie—maybe something else. While he was polite and smooth, he made me feel ill at ease. Maybe a knee-jerk reaction on my part. Damon's charming manners reminded me of Rodger's behavior. Something else about Damon bothered me, but I didn't know what. Was Damon pitting Bonnie and Carl against each other? What would he gain?
Could the scenario have been created by someone unknown to me? Who had written the notes to Lars, the ones he'd thrown away?
As I carried my suitcase to the house, this list of suspects played in my thoughts. Good grief, I sounded like the detective Lars had accused me of playing. That notion didn't halt my speculations or ease the tension that threatened to blossom into a headache. A good case could be made for all of them.
Bonnie was missing. Carl had mentioned a ransom demand. How much?
I left my suitcase in the foyer and carried the stash of mint to the living room. Lars slumped on the couch. Carl and Damon stood at the fireplace.
"What are we going to do about the ransom?” Lars asked.
Carl scowled. “How would I know? You and Bonnie are the only ones able to transfer funds. You should have given me that authority."
"You?” Damon asked. “There'd be nothing left. Lars, if you give me an authorization, I'll go to the bank and handle this for you."
Lars held out his hand. “Let me see the note.” He took a sheet of paper from Damon. “A million."
Damon nodded. “Whoever set this up was clever. As you can see, the funds are to be wire transferred to the Florida account of that plastic's company Bonnie found almost a year ago."
Bells and sirens sounded in my thoughts. Clever indeed. Would Lars smell the same stench as I did?
"We have to do this today.” Lars put the paper on the coffee table. “Can we make the arrangements in time?"
"Not without tapping into the reserve account,” Carl said.
"I'll do whatever it takes."
Though I wanted to protest Lars’ decision, I knew he wouldn't listen. I headed to the kitchen where I made coffee and tea.
When I entered the living room with a tray, Lars looked up. “Thanks, I'll have tea."
I poured two mugs and stirred honey into his. Though he didn't look as drained as he had earlier, I felt he needed the energy boost.
Damon reached for the coffee carafe. “Carl?"
"Nothing. My stomach is in knots."
I sat beside Lars. “Is that the note?"
"Go ahead,” he said.
Though any fingerprints would have been marred by the men's handling, I held the paper by the corners. The letter had been typed or printed on a computer. Several words were blurred by a stain. The instructions were detailed but no mention of Bonnie. Could the note have been meant for Lars? Had his escape forced the kidnappers to take his daughter?
Carl paced in front of the fireplace. “Why did this happen?” He sounded like an actor in an old-fashioned melodrama.
"Why didn't you do something when she didn't come home?” Lars asked. “Did you call her friends? Have you tried to find her?"
Carl released a breath. “Why? She's done this before and I ended up looking like a fool."
The anger in his voice startled me. My gaze strayed to Damon. He stared toward the window. One of his legs moved in a syncopated rhythm.
"The police need to be called,” I said.
"No!” The volume of the men's voices hurt my ears.
"Why not?"
"Read the note again.” Lars glared. “My daughter's safety depends on keeping this quiet. We can't even tell her brother."
I picked up the note and read aloud. “We have something that belongs to you. Follow these directions for its return. Do not call the police. The money is to be paid in the following fashion.” I placed the paper on the coffee table. “What guarantee do you have that she'll be released even if you do all this?"
"None,” Damon said. “We have to proceed as though we believe she'll be all right.” He rose. “I need to get to the office. Lars, since you won't deputize me, you'll have to go to the bank."
Carl pushed away from the mantle. “I'll go to the office with you."
Lars followed them toward the foyer. He paused. “Kate, I won't be long."
Once the men left I carried my suitcase to the bedroom and unpacked. When I opened the drawer where I'd put Lars’ gift, the case was there. Relief washed over me until I opened the box. The necklace and earrings were gone.
Anger made me want to scream. I couldn't tell Lars, not while his attention was on the rescue of his daughter. I closed the case and returned to the living room for the tray.
* * * *
Lars returned sooner that I had thought he would. He came into the kitchen. “Any calls?"
I shook my head. “What would you like for lunch?"
"I don't think I can eat."
"Starving yourself isn't a good idea."
"I'm sorry your visit has been such a mess."
"Certainly isn't your fault.” I sat on one of the chairs at the table. “Something about her disappearance troubles me. Are you sure paying the ransom was the right thing to do?"
"What other course did I have?"
"I don't know. You need to ask questions. Why did it take so long for the note to arrive? Why didn't Carl and Damon seem more upset?"
He shook his head. “Stop seeing villains in every face."
"Was there a reason to rush the transfer of funds?"
"Yes. The sooner the money's paid the sooner Bonnie will be safe."
I walked to the door into the sunroom. “I'd like to believe that. I just don't understand why Carl wasn't completely panicked when she didn't come home, especially after what happened to you."
"Kate.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “They may not have the smoothest marriage, but he loves her."
"Her money. He knows she'll soon have the company. He knows you won't bail him out again. If they're divorced, neither will she."
"You don't know that's what she intends to do."
"It's just a feeling I have.” I shook my head. “Nowhere in that letter was her name mentioned. We have something, not someone."
He slumped at the table. “I feel inept. I can't call the police. I have no idea where to look for her. All I can do is sit and wait."
"What about Rafe
Diaz? He's already looking into what happened to you."
Lars eyes held despair. “How can I call him when Carl and Damon don't even want me to let her brother know?"
"Are they running the show? You're paying the ransom. You can't just sit and do nothing."
He reached for the phone. “I'll try this your way. I pray I don't regret it.” A moment later, he spoke. “Rafe, Lars here...We left right after midnight. Why don't you drop by for lunch? I have a project...Tell you when you get here.” He hung up and turned to me. “Are you happy?"
"Not happy, just glad you're getting a professional involved.” I walked to the stove. “I'll start lunch."
In the freezer I found chicken breasts, cut them into strips and seasoned them ala Lars’ suggestion. Then I sliced potatoes to go in the broiler and made a cheese sauce to pour over them.
Lars removed the last of the chocolate cake from the freezer. “What's a party without your cake? I knew something was missing at Bonnie's...” His voice broke. “I'd better call Rafe and cancel."
"Don't do that."
"Bonnie's safety depends on keeping this quiet."
"Does it? Will it stop with her? What if the kidnapper goes after Megan or Don next?"
He heaved a sigh. “Kate, please. I'd give every cent I have to see Bonnie at home."
I felt sure the kidnappers knew that.
* * * *
Just as I finished cooking, Rafe arrived. He grabbed Lars’ hand. “Amigo, you look...harried. Problem with one of the ventures?"
"Not exactly,” Lars said.
The dark-haired man flashed a smile. “Kate, it's good to see you again. Something smells good."
"Let's hope it tastes that way.” I retreated to the kitchen.
Lars appeared in the doorway and took one of the dishes from me.
"So what's this project?” Rafe reached for the chicken.
"Tell you in a bit."
"I found the cab driver who took you to the hospital. Have you remembered more?"
Lars shook his head. “Wish I had. That's not why I called. Kate suggested I do."
Rafe's dark eyes twinkled. “I'm flattered that you wanted to see me, but why am I here?"
Lars cleared his throat. “Kate has a theory that money was the motive for my kidnapping. I don't agree."
"It's very possible.” Rafe spooned some of the potatoes onto his plate.
"No ransom was demanded,” Lars said.
Rafe shrugged. “You escaped before one was sent. Did you call the police to report what happened?"
Lars put his fork down. “No."
I filled my plate. “Lars, would you stop hedging.” I turned to Rafe. “Bonnie's missing."
"When did this happen?"
"Maybe as early as New Year's Day,” I said. “Carl thought she'd gone off in a snit because they quarreled. She's done that before so he did nothing. This morning, he called Lars."
Rafe's fork halted half-way to his mouth. “So like Lars she just vanished?"
Lars shook his head. “It's different."
"How so?"
"Her car's missing and there's been a ransom note."
Rafe pulled a notebook from his pocket. “Start with the car. Make, model, license number."
Lars supplied the information.
I leaned forward. “I believe they took Bonnie because Lars escaped."
"A possibility,” Rafe said. “Tell me about this note."
I recited as much of the wording as I could remember. “So you see, her name wasn't mentioned, but the directions for how the money was to be paid was detailed."
"Let me see this note,” Rafe said. “The wording is rather odd."
"I thought so, too.” I went to the living room. The paper wasn't on the coffee table where I'd left it. Which one of the men had taken it? I tried to picture the scene before Carl, Damon and Lars had left, but I drew a blank.
"The note's gone.” I paused in the doorway.
Rafe turned in his chair. “Did either of you see the envelope? Was it postmarked in town?"
"I didn't."
Lars shook his head. “Carl handed me a sheet of paper. He said the maid had found it when she arrived at eight."
"What's her name?"
Lars shrugged. “She's fairly new. Bonnie changes maids the way some women change their hair color."
"Is she still at the house?"
"Don't know her hours,” Lars said. “I could call the house."
Rafe shook his head. “I can stop by when I leave here."
I returned to my seat and pushed my plate aside. There was something about the note that had seemed strange. I closed my eyes and thought back to when I'd read it. I straightened. “The paper had no crease lines."
"You're right,” Lars said.
"So it probably wasn't mailed.” Rafe's eyes narrowed. “Do you think this could be part of a scheme for money?"
"Yes,” I said.
"No.” Lars shook his head. “Who would set something like this up?"
"Carl,” I said. “Remember his debts."
"I doubt Bonnie would cooperate. After all the company's assets will be hers and Don's when I retire. My daughter would never willingly part with something she believed was hers."
Like the jewelry, I thought.
"Does everyone involved know how things will be divided?” Rafe asked.
"I've said it often enough, though Damon...” Lars looked away. “That's a different matter.
"Are you sure?” I asked.
"Yes."
I removed the plates and cut three slices of cake, then refilled our coffee cups. Once Rafe left I planned to question Lars about Damon.
Rafe tasted the cake. “Delicious."
Lars grinned. “One of Kate's specialties."
We finished lunch in silence. My thoughts were filled with more questions. Always questions that seemed to have no answers.
Rafe pushed his chair back. “My thanks for a fine meal. Hate to eat and run but I have an appointment to keep and I'd like to see if I can catch that maid."
"Call and let us know what you learn,” I said.
"Will do.” He strode from the room.
Once I heard the front door close, I gathered the dishes and took them to the kitchen. Lars brought the last piece of cake and placed it on the counter.
"Hope I've done the right thing,” he said.
"You have."
"Maybe...” He sighed.
"Don't you trust Rafe?"
"Of course I do, but making the wrong move could endanger Bonnie."
"She'll be fine.” Conviction filled my voice, but my view of the kidnapping was different than his. “Calling the police would have been a better move."
"How can you say that? You read the note."
I nodded. “The police would have known how to handle things."
He grasped my shoulders. “I will not risk my daughter's life."
If this event had been planned to drive Lars and me apart, it was succeeding. I needed to change the subject before we quarreled. “What is Damon planning?"
He shook his head. “Nothing to concern you. There's a matter I have to solve on my own."
"You asked me to marry you. Isn't part of a marriage the sharing of problems?"
"Since we're not married, I'll keep my secrets. Look, I'm edgy. I feel helpless. All I can do is think about my daughter."
"Fretting won't change things. You've paid the ransom. You should have word soon."
"Maybe, but it's Friday. The kidnappers might not be able to assess the funds until Monday."
"Call Don and have that talk."
"Might as well get all the bad news in the open.” He went to the living room. A moment later he returned. “He'll be over when Megan wakes from her nap."
* * * *
"Pop, we come,” Megan called.
Lars swept the child into his arms. She planted a kiss on his cheek. “So I see."
"You and Aunt Kaferine wented away. Where you go?"
"Skiing and to see your daddy's pictures.” Lars put her down.
I held out my hand. “Come with me. Your daddy and grandfather need to talk."
"We bake a cake?” she asked.
"Not today, but we can make some cookies. I think I saw some chocolate chips in the pantry."
Lars chuckled. “By the time you leave, I'll have gained twenty pounds."
"I'll send the cookies home with Megan."
Don laughed. “We'll take them."
Megan skipped ahead of me. We soon had two pans in the oven. I put the bowl in the sink with the other dishes I was soaking.
"What you doing?” Megan asked.
"The dishes."
"Daddy use the washer fing."
"So do I most of the time, but the dishwasher doesn't always get the dishes clean.” I showed her the dried cheese on one of the plates from lunch.
She nodded and for an instant looked old and wise. “I tell Daddy."
"Where's Rose Prairie?"
"Her's sleeping so we leave her home."
"Good idea. Kittens need a lot of sleep."
She pointed to the counter. “Our cake."
"Would you like the last piece?"
"Yes."
I gave her the cake and a glass of milk. The oven timer buzzed. I took the cookie sheets from the oven and put the cookies on a rack to cool.
Megan alternated bites of cake with tales of Rose Prairie and her toys. “Her run after the ball and hit it...I wind up the mouse...Her was scared...Now her jump on it."
A scowling Don entered the kitchen. “Button, we're going home. We've things to do."
Lars appeared in behind his son. “Don't do this."
"Don, Lars, what's going on?"
"He's giving my sister her way again,” Don said. “I want no part of the business. He's refused to honor his promise to buy me out and won't give a reason. That doesn't matter. Megan and I are leaving Santa Fe today."
"I can't give you what you want. Son, you don't understand."
"Then explain what I already know. It's whatever Bonnie wants, Bonnie gets. She told me she'd make sure I never saw a cent."
Lars groaned. “She's not to blame. There's a problem. I may have to put my retirement plans on hold."
"That will please my sister. How many times has she screamed that you can't retire and that you can't leave her?"
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