Her Stolen Past

by Eason, Lynette

  Neighbors crowded their porches and people moved into the street to get a better view of the happenings at her house. Sonya groaned. Just what she needed. An audience and an endless parade of neighbors with offers of help. Not that she didn’t appreciate their kindness, but—

  “Sonya?”

  She turned. Doris Talbot. Her mother’s best friend. The woman barely topped five feet and she was as wide as she was tall. Her heart was just as big and Sonya loved her dearly. She walked over and gave the woman a hug, inhaling the scent of mountain-fresh fabric softener and Pine-Sol. “Hi.” This was one neighbor she didn’t mind seeing.

  “Honey, what’s going on?”

  “It’s a really long story.”

  Mrs. Talbot glanced around at the flashing lights and milling law-enforcement officers. “I’ll say.” Her gaze lasered in on Sonya’s throat. “What happened to you?”

  “I had a little incident at work.” Sonya had an idea. “Mrs. Talbot, did my mother ever say anything to you about a baby named Heather Bradley?”

  “Heather Bradley?” She wrinkled her brow. “No, not that I recall. Why?”

  Sonya forced a smile. “No reason. Mom just seemed really upset in her last few days and I can’t figure out why.”

  “And you think a baby had something to do with it?”

  “Maybe.” Sonya sighed. It was late and Mrs. Talbot had sweat dripping into her eyes. As much as she’d like to continue questioning the woman, she knew she had heart issues. Being out in this humid heat and all the excitement of having law enforcement practically in her backyard probably wasn’t good for her. She placed a hand on the woman’s upper arm. “Why don’t we talk tomorrow? I can explain a little more then.”

  “That’s fine. What time? I’ll make a dessert.”

  Sonya mentally went through her day tomorrow. She didn’t have to work, but she did have to pick up her car. “Now, don’t go to any trouble.” She knew she would regardless of the admonishment. “How about we make it lunch? I’ll pick up some sandwiches. My treat.”

  The older woman’s eyes lit up. “That sounds lovely.”

  Sonya gave her another hug. “Why don’t you go home and cool off? All of the excitement around here is getting ready to come to an end anyway.”

  “Oh, yes. What happened?”

  Sonya hesitated. “I thought I saw someone lurking outside my house.” No way was she going to tell the woman about the bomb under Brandon’s car. If she didn’t recognize the bomb-squad vehicle, Sonya wasn’t going to fill her in.

  “What?” Mrs. Talbot placed a hand against her chest. “Oh, my. How dreadful. I won’t sleep a wink tonight.”

  Sonya sighed. “Really, I don’t think you have a thing to worry about. Please, get some rest. You’re not in any danger. If there was someone here, he’s long gone by now.”

  Mrs. Talbot looked uncertain. Then she gave a slow nod. “Guess I’ll just have to trust the good Lord to keep me safe, eh?”

  “Exactly.” Trust in the Lord with all your heart…

  “All right, I’ll see you tomorrow, dear.”

  “Tomorrow.”

  Mrs. Talbot waddled home and Sonya turned to find Brandon watching her. He smiled. “You ready to go to Missy’s?”

  “Yes, but I have one question.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’ve got people who are going to be watching out for Missy and me, but who’s going to be watching out for you?”

  He trailed a gentle finger down her cheek and she shivered at the heat his touch evoked. “You don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

  “Not if someone decides to blow you up,” she said. She knew it was blunt, but the fact remained that less than thirty minutes ago he’d had a bomb under his car.

  He nodded. “Good point. But now that I know the attacks aren’t limited to just you, I’ll be more aware and on guard.”

  Sonya ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “Okay.” She told him about having lunch with her neighbor tomorrow.

  He nodded. “Do you mind if I join you?”

  “Of course I don’t mind.” She gave him a small smile. “But I’ll warn you. Mrs. Talbot is an outrageous flirt. Anytime there’s a good-looking man around, her flirt radar is triggered.”

  His lips tipped upward. “So you think I’m good-looking?”

  Sonya felt the heat arrive in her cheeks with a rush. “Um…well. Uh…sure.”

  He laughed. A laugh so full of amusement that it caught the attention of the other men. Peter raised a brow and Max sent a bemused grin in their direction.

  Sonya allowed her own grin to spread. “Oh, wow, you really took advantage of that one, didn’t you?”

  “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” Brandon snickered one more time, then traced her lips with a finger. “Now, that is a genuine smile.”

  A sweet tingling sensation spread through her. She snapped her lips together, but knew her eyes still held her laughter. He snagged her fingers with his. “Come on. I’ll take you to Missy’s.”

  The lighthearted moment felt strange given the seriousness of the situation, but she needed it. Desperately. Even though she was a tad embarrassed. Still, she could laugh at herself and decided that was a good thing. When he met Mrs. Talbot tomorrow, he wouldn’t be laughing so hard.

  But she probably would be.

  *

  Brandon walked into the office at seven-thirty the next morning. He found his sergeant, Christine Adams, drinking a cup of coffee and staring at the fax machine. His boss was a short woman, not more than five feet two inches, with dark brown hair she wore pulled up in a bun. She wore her makeup like body armor and he’d never seen her without it. “You have a minute, Sarge?”

  Christine lowered her mug and lifted her dark eyes from the machine. “I guess standing here isn’t going to get me the information any faster. Come on in my office.”

  Brandon followed her and shut the door behind him. Christine took a seat behind her desk and motioned him to one of the vacant chairs along the opposite wall, where he sat. “What’s up?”

  Brandon leaned back and crossed his legs. “I guess you heard about the excitement last night?”

  “Some of it. Someone planted a bomb on your car?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Who are you making mad?”

  “Good question.”

  Christine pursed her lips and steepled her fingers in front of her as she studied him. “You need some time?”

  “I think I do.”

  “I think you may be right. Someone planting a bomb on your vehicle is pretty serious stuff. Nothing to play around with.”

  “That’s kind of the way I feel about it.”

  She nodded. “What can we do to help?”

  He shrugged. “Hector said he’d cover our cases for me. If he needs help, it would be good to have another detective available.”

  “We can do that. What else?”

  “Can I let you know as things come up?”

  “Of course.” Christine frowned. “Keep me updated, Brandon. You’re a good detective and I don’t want to lose you.”

  “Thanks, I appreciate it. And the time.”

  She nodded. Her phone rang and she lifted a hand to wave. His dismissal. He didn’t take it personally. He liked Christine and respected her. She was good at her job and she took care of her detectives. He appreciated that.

  Brandon went to his office and found Hector at his desk. “I’m taking off a few days.”

  “If someone planted a bomb on my car, I would, too.”

  “That’s not the only reason, but I’m going to need your help.”

  “You name it.”

  Brandon sat down. “You got a minute?”

  “All day.”

  “Then I want to tell you what’s going on.”

  For the next few minutes, Brandon brought his partner up to speed on everything that had happened from the time Sonya had walked into his office until he’d found the bomb under his
car.

  Hector shook his head. “And you have no idea who this Heather Bradley is?”

  “Just that she was kidnapped as an infant.”

  “And you think Sonya Daniels is Heather.”

  “Maybe. She looks like Don Bradley and favors Ann a bit.” He shrugged. “I dropped some samples off at the lab, so I’m still waiting for the results.”

  “What’s your gut feeling?”

  “My gut says she’s Heather Bradley and the kidnapper knows she’s back.”

  NINE

  Sonya rolled over and pulled the covers over her head. Then smelled coffee and sat up. She could hear Missy in the kitchen, humming a tuneless melody. Her entire body ached. She touched her throat and grimaced. The stitches felt hot and uncomfortable, but nothing a couple of ibuprofen tablets couldn’t handle.

  After a quick shower and an abbreviated morning routine, she made her way into the kitchen.

  Missy sat at the table, her steaming mug and Bible in front of her. She looked up and smiled. “Morning.”

  “Hey.”

  “Coffee’s over there.”

  “Thanks.”

  Sonya poured herself a cup and popped two pieces of bread into the toaster.

  “Are you going to tell me what happened last night or keep me in suspense until I simply burst?”

  Sonya gave a small laugh, then quickly sobered. “How long did the police stay at the hospital questioning people after I left?”

  “Forever. Now, what happened?”

  When Sonya finished her recap of the day’s events, Missy stared wide-eyed, jaw hanging. Sonya sighed. “So now I don’t know whether I should stay here or not. I probably need to figure something else out.”

  “Absolutely not.”

  Sonya looked at her friend. “I appreciate your willingness to let me stay, but I won’t put you in danger.”

  “I’m not giving you a choice. You’re staying right here.” She got up and walked to the window and looked out. “And cool. We have our own personal bodyguards.”

  “Missy, I don’t think you understand. This person wasn’t playing around. He put a bomb under Brandon’s car.”

  Missy frowned. “I know. I get that, but I still think you’d be safer here with me than off on your own somewhere. Just stay, okay?”

  “I wouldn’t necessarily be on my own, but—”

  “Good. Then it’s settled.”

  Sonya blinked. “Missy—”

  “Now, what are you going to do all day?” She narrowed her eyes at the wound on Sonya’s neck. “You should probably rest. Have you taken your antibiotic?”

  Sonya sighed. “Yes, I took it this morning. And I’m meeting my neighbor for lunch to talk to her about anything my mother may have said to her before she died.”

  “Well, sounds like a plan. I’m going to babysit my four-year-old niece while my sister goes to have her hair done. Will you text me throughout the day and let me know you’re all right?”

  Sonya’s heart warmed. It was nice to have someone who cared. “Sure. And thanks.”

  “No worries.”

  “But the minute it looks like you’re being targeted because of your association with me, I’m out of here, okay?”

  “Okay. Now hush and let me finish my quiet time.”

  Sonya smiled and took a sip of her coffee, fixed her toast with the apple butter she found in the fridge and went into the den. Having a quiet time sounded like a wonderful idea.

  *

  At eleven-thirty, Brandon pulled up in front of Missy’s house. He waved to Peter, who’d stayed most of the night and insisted on taking the morning hours until Brandon’s arrival. Now he’d go home to sleep and be ready for more duty if Brandon needed him later.

  He opened the door to step out at the same time Sonya opened the front door. She must have been waiting for him. He climbed out and went around to open the passenger door for her. “Good morning.” He noticed the hint of vanilla when she stepped close to him. The sun picked up the red highlights in her hair. Hair that looked soft and silky and made him itch to run his fingers through it.

  “Hi. Thanks for picking me up.”

  He balled his fingers into fists and told himself to stop. She was off-limits. For now. “No problem.”

  “I’m guessing you checked under your car this morning?”

  He gave a short laugh. “Trust me, I went over it with a fine-tooth comb.”

  “Good.”

  “And when we go to pick yours up, I’ll do the same.”

  His statement silenced her for a brief moment. Then she rubbed her forehead. “I didn’t even think about that.”

  “That’s what I’m here for.”

  She reached over and took his hand in hers and squeezed. “And I want you to know how very thankful I am for that.”

  Her words shattered part of the wall around his heart, and he tightened his hand around hers even while his mind screamed at him to put the distance back, push her away. He cleared his throat. “That’s why you’re paying me the big bucks, right?”

  She slipped her hand away from his, and he had no trouble discerning her cooling attitude. “Of course.” She paused. “Do you mind swinging by the Sandwich Factory? I told Mrs. Talbot I’d bring sandwiches.”

  “Sonya, I—”

  She turned her head to look out the window, effectively cutting him off. He wanted to kick himself. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but in fear of his growing feelings for her, his desperate need to put some space between them, he’d done just that.

  He pulled away from the curb and drew in a deep breath. More vanilla. And coffee. He wondered if she liked cream and sugar in it or drank it black.

  “Thank you for arranging protection last night,” she said, her tone neutral.

  “You’re welcome. I’m just glad the rest of the night was uneventful.”

  She blew out a breath and turned back toward him. “Me, too.” Her frostiness had melted slightly, as though she’d made up her mind not to be mad at him.

  “I’d stay and watch each night if I didn’t need to be alert during the day. Peter’s a night owl anyway. He can go home and sleep.”

  “So tell me about your family. There’s Peter. And I know Erica’s your sister. Any other siblings?”

  “No.” He heard his curt tone, but couldn’t seem to help it. Talking about his family ranked number one on his least-favorite-things-to-do list.

  This time his snappy reply didn’t seem to faze her. “I got the feeling you were close to Erica.”

  “I am.”

  “And you give your brother a job when he needs one. But you don’t like talking about your family.”

  So she’d noticed.

  Relief filled him as he pulled into the parking lot of the Sandwich Factory. She shot him a thin smile. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’m coming with you.” He didn’t want her walking in alone. They’d told no one their destination, but he still wanted to stay close to her.

  Together, they walked into the restaurant. She stood in line and Brandon watched her watch others. She’d become more alert, more aware of her surroundings since walking into his office two weeks ago. He was glad and pained at the same time. The line moved fast, and since she’d called the order in, they were back in the car within minutes. Sonya settled the bag at her feet.

  Brandon glanced around, his senses sharp. Had they been followed? There’d been no indication anyone had been behind them, but he didn’t let that stop him from being on the alert.

  “Family’s always been very important to me.” She picked up right where she’d left off and he gave a silent groan. “The possibility of finding out that my parents aren’t really my parents is scary. And incredibly hurtful. I have so many great memories with them. I just can’t picture them doing anything illegal like adopting a kidnapped child.”

  He could imagine. He’d also hoped the whole family topic had been shelved. But it hadn’t. Sonya was obviously still thinking about their pr
evious conversation. Personally, he wouldn’t mind finding out he had another set of parents somewhere, but didn’t figure he’d voice that thought. “That’s understandable.”

  He could feel her gaze boring into him. “What would you do if you were in my shoes?”

  He didn’t answer right away. In fact, he thought long and hard about it. She seemed to understand that he was thinking and didn’t rush his answer. Finally, he said, “I would wait until I had all the facts before I made any decisions one way or another. If the DNA results come back that you’re not related to Heather Bradley, then you can probably rest easy that you’re not adopted.”

  “And if they come back saying otherwise?”

  He sighed. “Then I suppose you’ll have to deal with it, but until we know for sure, let’s just focus on the facts.”

  “Which are?”

  “Someone doesn’t want us finding Heather Bradley and is willing to go to extreme lengths to keep us from looking for her.”

  “But who? Who benefits from us not finding her?”

  “The only person I can think of is the person who kidnapped her.”

  “Agreed.” She thought about it. “What about their adopted son? I mean, the Bradleys have a lot of money. What if he feels threatened? Like, if I’m proven to be Heather, he’ll have to split the inheritance.” She shook her head. “He wouldn’t, though. I don’t care about their money. I just want the truth.”

  He nodded. “I thought about that. I’ve got my partner, Hector, looking into him in addition to anyone who was close to the family at the time Heather disappeared.”

  “Why do you think it was someone close?”

  “Heather disappeared from the church nursery. Whoever took her is someone who fit in at the church and didn’t stand out in any way. I read the report and all of the interviews done the day of the kidnapping. It was really pretty thorough. No one reported seeing anyone strange that Sunday. No one who made them stop twice for a second look.”

  “What about visitors?”

  “The church was the largest one in town. They had visitors every Sunday. Visitors had the option to fill out a visitor card—or not. So even if we had a list of everyone who attended that day, there’s no guarantee the person who took Heather filled anything out.”