Desperate Hours Final 103116

by Mondello, Lisa

“And then I followed you to Monteria. Not once did I see you in the marketplace with Ellie. I only saw you with her at the airport. Yesterday. The same day Eduardo Sanchez’s baby disappeared.”

  “Gil, listen to me. Ellie is my brother’s baby.”

  He took a step forward; she countered by stepping back. “How did you get this baby, Sonny?”

  “She’s my niece, Gil. My family!”

  Sonny turned from him, trying to soothe Ellie as well as her rampant heart, but the tears she’d been holding back broke free and ran down her face.

  She had no idea how to get out of Colombia now that Eduardo Sanchez had rallied his troops and made a publicity stunt out of the kidnapping. They were sure to be looking for a baby at the airport, so Ellie’s newly acquired passport was now useless. Even if there were no photos of her on the news, the au­thorities would surely have some, supplied by Sanchez himself.

  Gil placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, but he kept his distance. “Talk to me, Sonny. You have to tell me everything.”

  How could she trust him? How could she take that chance when she knew his goal was to find Cash?

  “Gil, I need your help. It doesn’t matter how I got her. The only thing that matters is that her name is Ellie Montgomery. Her parents are Serena Davco Montgomery and Cash Montgomery.”

  “Did you steal that baby from Eduardo Sanchez’s estate?” Marco asked from the doorway, his mouth open wide in horror.

  “Holy, shit! You did! That’s madness!” Cooper added, standing next to Marco.

  Gil put up a hand to quiet them.

  “Oh, this is bad, Gil. Real bad,” Cooper said, ignoring Gil and shaking her head. “If we get caught with that baby...”

  “Answer me, Sonny. Did you take this baby from Eduardo Sanchez’s estate? Is Ellie the baby everyone with a fucking gun out there on the street is looking for?”

  Sonny swung around to face Gil. “Yes.”

  The room was silent. But for the gentle breeze scraping an errant branch against the window, there was no sound. Even Ellie remained quiet.

  Eyes as wide as saucers, Gil said, “You kidnapped her?”

  “Since she never belonged to Eduardo Sanchez in the first place, it wasn’t kidnapping. He kidnapped her from America.”

  “Really? Tell that to Eduardo Sanchez and the authorities,” Marco said. “I’m sure they’ll be real sympathetic to your story.”

  “I didn’t do it alone,” Sonny insisted. “I worked with an agent that helps parents kidnap their children when the other parent brings them to a foreign country.”

  “Yeah, except you’re not the baby’s mother,” Cooper said.

  Gil put his hand on his forehead as he thought. “I was following you. How could you have taken her? You never left your room until yesterday morning.”

  “Which is when she took her,” Marco said.

  “That’s when I lost you. It was only after Marco hacked the airline’s site that I found out you were leaving Colombia via Monteria, not Bogotà.”

  “I told you. I didn’t do it alone.”

  “Who helped you? Cash?” Gil didn’t take his eyes off her. She wanted desperately to know what he was thinking. Did he believe her or despise her? In those few seconds, she wanted to trust him more than anything.

  As she stifled a sob, she said, “I don’t know where Cash is. I wish I did, but no one talked about how to find Cash with me. We only talked about how I was going to get the baby out of Colombia. You have to believe me, Gil.”

  Cooper swallowed hard. “Gil, what the fuck are we going to do? This isn’t funny. This is more than we can handle.”

  He sighed, but never looked away from Sonny.

  Sonny held his gaze, searching his eyes, looking for any kind of sign that would let her know he was on her side. That she could finally trust him.

  “Cooper, go listen to the broadcast. See if there’s any information we can use.”

  “Gil—” Cooper said in protest.

  “Just do it, please.”

  He turned to Sonny. “How’d you get her out of the estate, Sonny? How’d you get in, for that matter? Eduardo Sanchez looks to be a powerful man. His estate looks like a fortress with guards all over the place.”

  His scrutiny nearly broke her heart. Gone was the gentle man who’d held Ellie so delicately last night. In his eyes, Sonny had stolen another man’s child. That’s all he cared about. She was a criminal after all, no better than what he thought of her brother.

  She wanted to drop to the floor and weep.

  “Uh, Gil, what are you thinking?” Marco asked, looking pale. “Cuz, I don’t have to tell you it would be a really bad idea for us to get caught up in a kidnapping situation down here. You know, like suicidally bad.”

  Drawing a renewing breath of air into her lungs, Sonny focused on being calm and strong.

  At any moment, one of them could pick up the tele­phone, call the Colombian authorities and end this whole thing. Ellie would be returned to Sanchez’s estate and kept so heavily guarded that it would be impossible to rescue her from the kingpin’s clutches again. Sonny would be hauled off to some Colombian prison.

  If I’m lucky, I’ll end up in prison. I could end up disappear­ing without a trace.

  Sonny licked her lips and tried to ignore Ellie’s crying as she held her tightly. She kept her voice even as she spoke.

  “Marco, go online and check out Eduardo Sanchez,” Sonny said. “Not like you’re looking for a phone number in the white pages. Like you did when you were looking for infor­mation about me. Like you did for my brother Cash. And while you’re at it, add one more name to the list. Manuel Turgis.”

  “Who’s that?” Gil asked.

  “Sanchez’s partner. I assure you it will make for inter­esting reading. Then you’ll believe me when I say I am taking my niece home to the United States to her mother.”

  “Gil?” Marco said.

  “Do it.” Gil turned back to Sonny, his voice suddenly harsh. “What’s it going to say, Sonny? What kind of men have you gotten yourself involved with?”

  She shook her head. “Not me. This association was formed long before I was born.”

  His brow knitted. “I don’t understand.”

  “Gil, I don’t have the energy to take your grilling,” she pleaded. “Just check it out. I’ll answer every ques­tion you ask after that.”

  Gil looked angry, as if he’d been betrayed. How he could believe she’d betrayed him was beyond her com­prehension. He was the one who’d interfered with her plans to leave Colombia with Ellie in the first place. But he stared at her as if she’d somehow done him wrong instead of the other way around.

  “You both could have been killed,” he said quietly. He held himself rigid, his back straight, his arms stiff by his sides. As if it was taking every bit of strength he had to hold himself in reserve. “How could you put her in danger this way?”

  Sonny’s mouth dropped open. “Me? Need I remind you that if you hadn’t interfered we’d be in Miami right now?”

  “With who, Cash?”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re still more concerned with finding my brother than anything else. You’ll have to collect your precious bounty on your own, Gil. I don’t know where Cash is. I’ve told you that countless times.”

  “If you did know, would you tell me?”

  She hesitated for a split second. “No. I’ve told you that already, too.”

  Gil spun on his heels and pushed past Marco, who was still standing in the doorway.

  “What are you going to do, Gil?” Sonny asked, frantic.

  He said nothing. Ellie was now wailing so loudly Sonny thought her head was about to explode. The tears in her eyes made it hard to see.

  “Let me take the baby,” Cooper said quietly, coming up beside her.

  “No!” She held the baby tighter. “Gil, answer me!”

  Cooper put out her arms. “Sonny, give me the baby.”

  “Please don’t take her to the autho
rities,” Sonny cried. “You can’t do that!” Oh, God, please don’t let them take her away!

  Cooper gripped Sonny by the shoulders. “You’re upset. You’re going to hurt Ellie if you don’t ease up.” Sonny glanced down and realized she was holding Ellie in a death grip.

  Sonny charged into the living room behind Gil, who was pacing around the sofa as if it helped him think.

  “You can’t take her away from me,” she pleaded. “She belongs with her mother. She belongs in America, not in Colombia. Anyone could take one look at her and see that she’s my brother’s child.”

  Gil saw the struggle Sonny was having with Cooper and advanced toward them.

  He spoke calmly, looking directly in her eyes. “Give the baby to Cooper to hold, Sonny.”

  “Please, Gil. Please! Don’t take her away!”

  #

  Chapter Seven

  “Take it easy, Sonny. I’m not going to hand Ellie over to anyone,” Gil said. “I’m just letting Cooper hold her because you’re upset.”

  Sonny gulped back a sob and then nodded.

  As Gil took Ellie from Sonny and handed her over to Cooper, Sonny felt as if her arms were being ripped from her body.

  The loud rumble of an engine drew Gil’s attention outside. He strode quickly to the window, pulled the curtain aside and peered out.

  “What is it?” Cooper asked, shifting the baby in her arms. “What’s that sound?”

  “Military trucks. As in more than just a few.”

  “Whoa,” Marco said. “Um, damage control, Gil? We need some.”

  Gil let the curtain fall back into place. “Let’s not get paranoid. This is Colombia after all. There are a lot of reasons why military vehicles roam these streets. It doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with what’s happened here.”

  Marco sputtered. “Come on, boss. If Sanchez is as big a deal as the news report says, he probably has the whole country combing the streets for this baby. It sounds like he has the clout to do it.”

  Gil considered what Marco said. “If they’re looking for the baby, they don’t know she’s here. At least not yet. They’re probably all over every city with an inter­national airport.”

  “What about the hotel? They know we have a baby here. When you picked up that crib you practically gave them a neon arrow pointing to our door!” Cooper said.

  Gil turned to Sonny. “You want to fill us in on what you know about Eduardo Sanchez? And what was the other name?”

  “Manuel Turgis,” Sonny said, her heartbeat begin­ning to slow down.

  “Who are these people?”

  “They’re part of the Aztec Corporation.”

  Gil shook his head in frustration. “Don’t play with me, Sonny. I don’t want their resumes. Who is he to you and how is it that he came into possession of your niece?”

  Shoulders sagging, Sonny said, “You’re determined to prove that Cash and I are criminals, aren’t you?” She reached toward the fussing baby in Cooper’s arms, touching her hand and stroking her cheek. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to comfort the baby or herself.

  “Give me a reason not to,” Gil said.

  And he meant it. He couldn’t remember a time when he wanted to believe he was wrong more than right now.

  He couldn’t be involved with a criminal. He wouldn’t. It went against everything he believed in. The fact that he even entertained the notion last night went against every professional ethic he held dear. Instead of accepting the facts that were right in front of him, he wanted her to prove that he was right to feel...whatever it was he was feeling for her.

  He held his position, searching her face—her in­credible eyes—as she looked back at him. He had to give her points for not running away from the pressure that threatened to explode in the room, from the weight of Marco’s and Cooper’s furious stares. But then again, she’d already proven how tough she could be back at the airport.

  “We’re not criminals, Gil. I could tell the whole story, but you probably still won’t believe me.”

  Her voice was quiet and it dawned on him that she wasn’t going to feel free to talk until Ellie was back in her crib.

  “Try me.”

  She sighed as if the weight of the world were dragging her down.

  “My brother was framed by people in the Aztec Cor­poration. He got too close to the truth.”

  “The truth about what? Drugs?”

  Sonny shook her head. “Despite the ‘evidence’ they found in Cash’s possession in Miami when he was arrested, it wasn’t drugs. It was never drugs. But that’s what Manuel Turgis wanted the Feds to think—that the reason Cash was coming to Colombia was for drugs.

  “Cash married a woman named Serena Davco in a secret ceremony—Dylan and I didn’t even know about it. Neither did our parents. Her family, specifically her father, Byron Davco, was working with Turgis to launder money and stolen valuables.”

  Gil instinctively reached out and rumpled the downy hair on Ellie’s head as she wriggled in Cooper’s arms. “What kind of valuables?”

  “Stolen Aztec artifacts from Mexico. One of the Aztec Corporation’s businesses is making replicas of ancient art and selling them worldwide. But they also sell the real stuff along with stolen artwork on the black market.”

  “They deal in art? What kind?” Cooper asked, lightly bouncing Ellie up and down.

  “Paintings. Other stuff. Byron double-crossed Turgis in a deal nearly thirty years ago. Turgis retaliated by going after Byron’s family. He killed Byron’s wife in a fire. Serena and her younger sister, Tammie, nearly died.”

  Sonny eased into a chair. “Three priceless paintings had been stolen and painted over to conceal them while they were being shipped. Eduardo Sanchez paid to have the paintings sent to a European buyer. The money was transferred to a Swiss account. But the deal fell through the night Serena’s mother was killed in the fire at the family mansion.”

  “What happened?” Gil asked.

  “Serena’s mother found out that Byron was dealing with Turgis to launder money. She took the information Byron needed to complete the transaction and threat­ened to give it to the authorities. Turgis found out and knew he couldn’t let that happen, so he murdered Serena’s mother. Until that time he’d been operating in the United States without any FBI interest. Unfortu­nately, the number to the Swiss account and the where­abouts of the last painting were lost in the fire.”

  Gil rubbed his hand over his face. “That couldn’t have gone over well with Turgis’s boss.”

  “It didn’t. Eduardo Sanchez was furious because it put his operation at risk and blackened his name. He took it out on Turgis, who then vowed to destroy Byron Davco. He has waged a war against Serena’s family ever since, killing those associated with Byron Davco unless he paid money for their protection.”

  “He extorted money from Davco for thirty years?” Gil asked. “What changed?”

  “Byron has Alzheimer’s. When he could no longer pay, Turgis went after Serena. You see, Eduardo Sanchez and Manuel Turgis believed that Byron knew where that last painting was. It was a matter of pride and greed that drove them all these years. Manuel Turgis was humiliated among his people that the deal never went through. He wanted to be as powerful as Sanchez. But the scandal was too great. He needed to make good on his word to Eduardo Sanchez. Sanchez never let him forget how he botched the deal and in turn, they never let Byron Davco forget his part in it. To cut their losses and let it go would have made them appear weak. So they terrorized Byron and his family, hoping to find that last painting.”

  “You say it was the last painting?”

  “Yes. Cash knew about it. When the statute of limi­tations was up on the theft, the painting appeared on the open market for auction, opening up an old wound and an unsettled debt that infuriated Eduardo Sanchez.”

  Marco stood by the door to the kitchen, listening with interest. “Is that when Ellie was taken?”

  “Yes,” Sonny said, her eyes filling with tears.
“When Cash realized just how dangerous the situation was with Sanchez and Turgis, he decided not to involve his family. He never told us about Serena or Ellie. He distanced himself. I knew something was wrong. I just didn’t know what. And then it was too late. Ellie had been taken.”

  She turned in her seat and looked directly at Gil. “My brother isn’t what the authorities make him out to be. He didn’t jump bail because he’s guilty of anything. He came here to rescue his daughter.”

  “And was kidnapped himself in the process?” Gil asked.

  Sonny laughed wryly. “You still don’t believe me.”

  “Would you?”

  She thought a moment. “Maybe not. But if you check out Manuel Turgis and Eduardo Sanchez, you’ll find out enough to realize I’m telling you the truth.”

  A tear trickled down Sonny’s cheek. Gil had a strong urge to reach over and brush it away. Sonny looked beaten down. Whatever she’d been through these past few months had taken its toll on her.

  He forced his gaze away from her face. “The baby’s hungry?’ he said, nodding his head at Ellie, who was gumming her fist.

  Sonny rubbed her temple. “She needs a bottle.”

  “Get Ellie back to sleep and then we can talk more.”

  Sonny nodded and took Ellie from Cooper.

  “I want the rest of it, Sonny. All of it. Despite what you think, you can trust me. If it’s as bad as you say it is, you need to trust me.”

  She hesitated a moment, searching his face, and then nodded again. He wasn’t sure if she believed him or had simply resigned herself to the task of feeding the baby.

  “I’ll be right back,” she said. “Do you mind warming a bottle for me while I change her diaper?”

  “I’ll get it,” Cooper said.

  “Thank you.”

  Gil watched Sonny go to the bedroom in her bare feet. Her wet hair was starting to curl as it dried. Damn, he longed to touch those curls, to let her hair spill into his hands. And he hated himself for wanting even that much. But the truth was, he wanted more. A lot more.

  Sonny closed the door behind her without looking back. And he felt like shit.

  “If this isn’t really Eduardo Sanchez’s baby, why would he appear on television saying that it is?” Marco asked skeptically. “Why be that brazen? I mean, news like this would get picked up by the wire services and be all over the world in minutes. He has to know people will question it.”