Christmas Blackout

by Maggie K. Black

  Daniel’s eyes widened. “Seems like you two had a nice conversation before she passed out. Did she happen to say who ran her down or why?”

  “No. I didn’t recognize the car. It was a gray sedan with darkened windows. Mississippi plates but I couldn’t see the county or catch the tag number. But the car was like a hot rod, probably custom-rebuilt.”

  “Did you get a look at the driver?”

  “He was male but I mostly just saw his outline.”

  The chief nodded. “Why don’t you come by the office later and give a full statement. I’m going back to the scene and see what’s left of your truck. I’ll have it towed to Carr’s Body Shop.” He pressed a set of keys into Josh’s hand. “Use my Jeep until you get your truck back. I’ll drive the squad car.”

  “Thanks, Daniel.”

  “You probably saved that woman’s life today.”

  At least he could save someone.

  Josh bit back that negative thought and nodded at Daniel as he walked off, but frustration tinged him. His niece, Candace, had been missing for nearly two weeks and he was at a loss to find her. It seemed she’d vanished from the face of the earth while walking home from school. The police, including Daniel, believed she’d run away, but Josh knew better. Something had happened to Candace and, despite his best efforts, he was frustrated he hadn’t yet brought her home.

  He would never be the hero his brother had been.

  Elise moved in the bed and her eyes fluttered. Josh stepped into the room as she opened them and examined her surroundings.

  She glanced his way. “Max? No... Josh, right?”

  “Right. And your name is Elise.” She struggled to sit up and he saw pain flit across her face as she moved her bandaged leg. “Maybe you should take it easy. You’ve been through a lot. I’ll get the doctor to come in and speak to you, and I know Chief Mills will want to take your statement, too. Do you remember what happened?”

  Her full lips pressed into a line. “Absolutely. Some maniac tried to run me down with his car.”

  “Did you know him?”

  She thought for a moment as if trying to recapture the incident. “No. I have no idea who it was.”

  “Well, I’m glad I was in the area.”

  She turned her inquisitive eyes upon him and suspicion filled them. “What were you doing in the area? I know I’m an early bird, but why were you out so early?”

  “I was on my way to the Randolph Hotel. I heard an FBI agent was in town and I wanted to speak with him. My niece is missing and I was hoping the FBI was here to investigate her disappearance. But then I saw the car chasing after you. I didn’t even have time to dial the police. I knew I had to do something or you would be killed.” He glanced down at the bloody shirt he was still wearing and knew he’d made the right call. Someone had tried to kill her. “Why would someone want to hurt you, Elise?”

  She gave a haggard sigh. “I suspect it’s because I’m the FBI agent you were going to speak to.”

  * * *

  “You’re FBI?”

  Elise didn’t care for the incredulous tone of his voice, but she was in no mood to chastise him. Her brain hurt—actually hurt—and she was having enough trouble putting words together for a rational conversation. The doctor who looked to be thirty years past retirement age had told her she’d suffered a concussion, but he might as well have said she’d scrambled her brains. It felt the same.

  “I’ve been with the Bureau for six years. In fact, I owe my career to your brother in a way. I changed my major to criminal justice after my attack.”

  “Are you here because of Candace’s disappearance? I know she didn’t run away. She wouldn’t do that, especially not right before Christmas.”

  Elise visualized a photograph of a young, redheaded girl the police had classified as a runaway. How had she not realized it before? “Max’s daughter is the girl that vanished?”

  “That’s right.”

  Determination settled inside her. She pushed back the blanket and pulled her injured leg over the edge of the bed, struggling to balance as she stood.

  Josh rushed to her side, steadying her with his arm. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting out of here. I have work to do.”

  She owed it to Max to find his daughter.

  The doctor and a nurse rushed into the room. “Agent Richardson, we need to keep you for observation,” the doctor insisted.

  “I’m fine,” she said, wishing her legs were just a bit more steady. But Josh slipped his hand under her elbow and acted as her support. Beneath his gentle touch, she sensed strength and power and was confident he wouldn’t let her fall.

  The doctor sighed. “Well, I can’t keep you, but you’ll have to sign something saying you’re leaving against medical advice. And I insist on having one of my nurses phone you every few hours just to check on you. Leave your number with Nurse Stringer here,” he stated before walking out.

  Elise wrote down her cell phone number then changed into a pair of borrowed hospital scrubs with the nurse’s help.

  “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Josh asked her as they exited the hospital. “You did sustain head trauma.”

  She grunted, already tired of hearing that question. “I’m fine. Candace may not be. Now, please take me to my hotel. I’d like to change my clothes.” She glanced at the shirt he was still wearing, stained red with her blood. “I’m sure you’d like to go home and change, too.”

  He opened the door to a black, four-door Jeep and helped her into the passenger’s seat. “Daniel—Chief Mills—loaned me his Jeep while my truck is in the shop.”

  He walked around and slid behind the wheel then donned aviator sunglasses similar to ones Elise had seen military men wear. He didn’t have the clean-cut look of most of the former military types she knew, but there was something about his manner that was orderly and neat and made her wonder about him.

  “Since I guess I owe you my life, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?” She felt silly asking, like a schoolgirl digging for information about the boy she liked, but she tried to keep her tone matter-of-fact because she wasn’t a schoolgirl and Josh wasn’t the object of a girlish crush. She was an FBI agent and he was the brother of the man she’d got killed.

  “I’m a security consultant for an oil company. I arrange and oversee security for the executives when they have to travel overseas.”

  That only confirmed what Elise suspected. “Isn’t that the kind of job former military usually take?” She’d been around enough former military men to recognize the signs.

  He nodded. “I served fourteen years in the army. Discharged last year.”

  “Why did you leave? You could have stayed and retired in only a few more years.”

  He shrugged. “Things change. People change.”

  His guarded expression and suddenly rigid body language told her there was more to that story but he wasn’t going to share it. That piqued her curiosity. Vague people generally had something to hide.

  But she hadn’t come to town to learn about Josh. “Tell me about your niece. When did she go missing?”

  His entire demeanor changed in an instant. His eyes perked up as he spoke about his niece. “Candace is smart and funny and so kindhearted. She often tutored other students.” His smile faltered. “That’s what she was doing the day she vanished. It was a Thursday afternoon and she’d stayed after school. I spoke to her before she left, but she never made it home.”

  “And why do the police think she ran away?”

  “Her best friend, Brooke Martin, told the police Candace was planning to leave home, but Candace never said anything to me to make me believe that.”

  “Fifteen-year-olds don’t always share everything with their uncles.”

  “She did. She talked to me
about a lot of things. I would know if she was planning to run away.”

  Elise suspected that might not be the case, but she didn’t bother arguing the point. Her work had taught her that teenage girls were notoriously secretive with adults. What made Josh’s relationship with his niece so different? More important, what made Josh believe their relationship was different?

  He turned into the hotel and parked beside Elise’s blue SUV.

  She got out, careful not to place undue weight on her injured leg. “I’ll have to go to the office and get the spare key.”

  “That won’t be necessary.” Josh’s gaze stopped her. She followed it and saw her hotel room door standing open, the lock busted and the wood splintered.

  Movement caused them both to jump. Whoever had broken into her hotel room was still inside. Elise stumbled to her SUV and keyed in her security code. The lock released and she opened the door, grabbing her gun from beneath the seat. She ignored the pain in her leg and the dizziness raking over her and headed for the hotel room, ready to pounce on whoever was inside.

  Gun raised, she rushed into the room. “Don’t move!” she shouted, causing the short, sandy-haired man inside to jump and raise his hands quickly.

  “Don’t shoot, Agent. It’s only me, Bobby Danbar, the hotel manager.”

  Josh pushed past her. “Bobby, what are you doing in here?”

  “I saw the door was busted and I was worried about Agent Richardson, especially since I hadn’t seen her since she checked in.”

  Elise lowered her gun as the vague memory of this man filtered through her scrambled brain. She’d met him yesterday in the office. “You found my room this way?”

  “Yes. Someone must have kicked in the door. Whoever did this was gone before I came along.”

  Elise surveyed the room. Her clothes were scattered as if thrown from where she’d neatly folded and placed them into the dresser drawers. Her makeup bag was overturned on the bed and her briefcase had been cracked open.

  Josh motioned to the dresser where her badge and ID still sat. “Why didn’t they break into your car? Steal your gun or your FBI credentials?”

  “Who knows? Maybe they couldn’t break the lock on my car. Or maybe they got interrupted before they could finish ransacking the room and ran. Regardless, they got what they came for.”

  “How do you know?”

  She picked up her briefcase and held it open for Josh to see.

  “It’s empty.”

  “Exactly. My laptop is gone, and so are my case files. They’re the only things missing, as far as I can tell.” All her files on missing girls in three states. All the evidence that pointed toward a human trafficking ring operating in this area. Gone. “These intruders knew what they were looking for.”

  * * *

  “Seems like you brought some trouble to town with you, Agent,” Daniel commented.

  Elise was still dressed in the scrubs the hospital had furnished her with since she’d been careful not to move anything in her hotel room before the police arrived to work the scene for prints and trace evidence. Josh hoped she felt more confident than she looked. In truth, she looked young and vulnerable, her dark hair curling around her cheeks, her face devoid of makeup, revealing a faint but cute line of freckles on her cheeks and nose, and her hazel-colored eyes wide with surprise at the comment.

  “I’m sorry to have been such a burden to you, Chief Mills.” The bite of sarcasm in her tone belied her sincerity. “Tell me, do you treat all victims of crime in your town with this regard?”

  “I meant no harm, ma’am. It’s just that first my officers spent all morning cleaning up that mangled mess downtown and now this. It’s taking a lot of man-hours we aren’t accustomed to in our sleepy little town. Besides, now we know you’re not any ordinary crime victim, are you? When were you planning to inform the police that the FBI was conducting an investigation in our jurisdiction?”

  Elise pushed a runaway curl behind her ear, folded her arms and stared coldly at Daniel, and Josh got his answer. Even bandaged, bruised and dressed in hospital scrubs, she demanded the full respect due an FBI agent. “I am not required to inform you of anything, Chief Mills. The FBI has the jurisdiction to investigate any crimes that intersect your city line. Your duty right now is to gather and collect the evidence of two crimes that have occurred within your city limits. And I will expect and demand a full accounting of said evidence. And let me make myself clear. If I find any stone left unturned, you will wish you had never laid eyes on this FBI agent.” Her expression was firm and fierce, and Josh noticed Daniel stiffen at her threat.

  He replaced the hat on his head and nodded to her. “I already regret that, Agent Richardson.” He walked out, leaving his crew inside dusting for prints.

  Josh suddenly felt the need to apologize on behalf of his hometown and his friend. “He shouldn’t have said that.”

  She turned those green eyes on him, but they seemed to soften a bit, the golden-rimmed fire going out. She gave him a wiry smile. “He’s not wrong. I am certainly not your normal crime victim.”

  He saw no anger or bitterness in her eyes. She had compassion and he liked that. But that didn’t excuse Daniel’s behavior. “Elise, someone tried to run you over and now they’ve broken into your hotel and stolen files. FBI or not, that has to affect you.”

  She stepped out into the breezeway and gripped the guardrail as if determination alone could keep her going, but he noticed the slight tremble of her hands and the cringes of pain she tried so hard to cover. “I don’t have the luxury of letting it affect me.”

  He stared at her a long moment, impressed by her tenacity. Another time or place and his opinion of her might have grown into more than attraction, but he wasn’t interested in a relationship. And besides, this was the woman who’d taken his brother from him. No amount of tenacity and determination could ever overcome that.

  He heard her name and saw Bobby rushing toward them, waving a card in his hand.

  “Your new room is ready, Agent Richardson. It’s on the second level whenever you want to move your belongings. I just spoke to Daniel and he said we could clean this room in another hour or so. Of course, it’s no rush because I have to have the door replaced before I can rent it again.”

  Elise took the card, thanking him with a nod of her head. “I’m sorry for all this, Mr. Danbar.”

  “I’m only glad you’re okay,” he said before walking off.

  The officer dusting for prints appeared at the doorway. “We’re finished here. We found several good prints, so maybe we’ll get a hit.”

  Elise didn’t look enthralled as he walked off.

  She walked back inside and began gathering her belongings, her full lips pressed together grimly. Josh followed to help. “That’s good news that they found prints. Maybe they can figure out who did this.”

  “Assuming the person is in the system, it will probably only be someone who stayed in this room before me, or one of the cleaning crew.”

  “Is Daniel right about someone following you to town? Is this fallout from another case you’ve investigated?”

  “I’ll know more when I get the preliminary reports, but I don’t believe it is. I think whoever was driving that car was keeping an eye on me while his partners broke in here and stole my files.”

  “But who knew you were in town?”

  She stopped sorting clothes and turned to him, realization dawning in her eyes. “You did. How did you know?”

  “I overheard Bobby telling someone last night that an FBI agent had checked into his hotel. I figured you had to be here about Candace.”

  The fire in her eyes reignited. “Where were you when you overheard this?”

  “At the steak house. I was picking up supper for my sister-in-law. She’s been a mess ever since Candace vanished.”

 
“So if you overheard it and put two and two together, there’s no telling who else overheard and did the same.”

  “You think whoever did this could be responsible for Candace’s disappearance?”

  “I think it’s one possible scenario until I can rule it out.”

  His mind whirled at the idea of all those he’d seen at the restaurant last night. “The restaurant was crowded. Half the town was there. And Bobby was drinking and talking loud.”

  She settled her hands on her hips in a way that made Josh feel sorry for his friend when she got ahold of him. “Then half this town just became suspects.”

  * * *

  Elise rechecked the door locks to ensure they were secure. Despite what she’d told Josh, her nerves were on edge and the pain in her head pounded like a jackhammer. Per doctor’s instructions, she wasn’t supposed to sleep for more than a few hours at a time. Josh had offered to stay up with her, but she’d politely declined his offer. She didn’t know him well enough to impose that way, and it wasn’t appropriate for her to have a man stay in her hotel room. Besides, the hospital staff would be calling her cell phone every few hours to check on her. Nurse Stringer had informed her that if she didn’t respond, they were sending the paramedics over to break down the door.

  She smiled now, realizing she couldn’t let that happen. Two broken doors in one day? She couldn’t do that to Mr. Danbar.

  Then again—her sympathetic feelings for him faded as she remembered he was the one telling folks she was in town in the first place—it would serve him right to have another room damaged because of his big mouth. She would have to remember to write a letter to whatever board governed hotel operations. Certainly it went against some code to announce who was staying in his hotel? What had ever happened to privacy rights?

  She’d hoped to have at least one night of peace then show up bright and early at the police station to gather information about the missing girl. So much for her surprise. And so much for her quiet investigation into Candace Adams’s disappearance.