Cold Case Colorado
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Another sob escaped Kay’s mouth, followed by a bigger, louder one when her mother answered sounding perfectly calm and cheerful. “Hi, honey.”
She could only gasp for breath. Relief but new fears bubbling up inside her.
“What on Earth is wrong?” her mother asked, worry and confusion seeping into her tone. New worry. New confusion.
Kay blinked, taken aback by how calm her mom sounded. Did she not know? Had Ben been kidnapped without Mom even realizing? How could that happen?
“Ben...” she managed to croak.
“Shoveling in his mac and cheese like usual. We really need to work on getting this boy some vegetables. I know you don’t want to give him a complex, but he can’t subsist on cheese and pasta alone. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Mom... Everything is okay there? You’re sure.”
“Of course I’m sure. Ben’s right here. Did you want to talk to him? Ben, here’s your mom.”
She closed her eyes, tears pouring over her cheeks. She heard her baby’s voice, safe as could be, chattering about something in the background. She swallowed down the sinking, horrible realization she was a stupid, utter failure. “No, Mom,” she croaked. “I have to go. I may be home late.”
Her mother’s words were little more than a buzz as she hung up the phone and slid it back into her pocket.
There was only one thing to do now—sound the alarm, own up to her mistake and pray she didn’t end up an inmate herself.
Chapter One
Selena Lopez yawned as she filed into the meeting room of the Tactical Crime Division—a specialized FBI team made up of experts from several active divisions in one small group.
Selena’s specialization was currently back home asleep in her crate. Lucky dog. Of course, if Selena was deployed into the field, she’d be waking her German shepherd and taking her out to track regardless of the time.
She yawned again. She was used to middle-of-the-night calls, going on little to no sleep, but her neighbors had been having one hell of a party. Again.
She was really getting tired of apartment living.
In the boardroom, half the team were in various states of disarray already situated around the large table. Sleep-tumbled hair, casual clothes and desperate looks at the cups of coffee in front of them were all typical signs of a middle of the night call.
Selena knew once their director walked into the room, they’d all sharpen into the tools they were. But for a few more minutes they could be human.
Axel Morrow walked in behind her. He looked like he’d somehow had the time to take a shower, comb his hair and get dressed in fresh clothes without a wrinkle in sight. Casual though the jeans and long-sleeved tee were, he could have walked in at two in the afternoon looking like that. His blond hair didn’t appear sleep-tousled at all, and his green eyes were perfectly alert.
How did he look perfect at two o’clock in the morning? When she knew he’d driven in farther than everyone else, since he lived on an old nonoperating farm outside town.
She frowned at him when he took the seat next to her. God, he smelled good. And when he flashed her a smile, that obnoxious fluttering she got whenever she saw him spread deeper and flirted way too close with serious attraction.
Which was not allowed.
She knew exactly where those kind of thoughts led. To poor choices and embarrassing breakups. The TCD team was pretty tight-knit, and she wouldn’t jeopardize her good standing here over attraction. Not when everyone liked her.
She glanced at her sister across the table. Okay, maybe not everyone. Opaline had been here longer. She hadn’t exactly been hostile toward Selena joining the group, but she hadn’t been welcoming either. Their continued standoff remained as it always was.
Tense and mostly silent. But they worked together when they had to.
Selena had hoped coming here might help bridge the gap between them, but she’d yet to figure out how. They were so different. What they believed and how they felt about their family... How could it not keep them at odds?
Dr. Carly Welsh entered the room and sat down on the other side of her. “You look rough.”
Selena slid her friend a look. “You try living in party city. I bet they aren’t even allowed to have parties in your swank place, and I’m guessing Noah’s isn’t prone to loud raves into the night.”
Carly rolled her eyes, but the smile she always got when anyone mentioned her fiancé spread across her face. “You could live somewhere nicer,” she pointed out.
“Who’s got the time to find a nice place when we’re getting called in at two in the morning?”
Carly didn’t answer because Alana Suzuki walked in. Director of TCD, she looked put together in her smart suit. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night. She carried a folder, and her face was grim.
Which made Selena fidget. Alana was all business, and while their business was serious, there was something...discomfiting about the way Alana specifically looked at her.
Then Opaline.
“Selena, Opaline, could I see you outside for a moment?”
The discomfort settled into full-on dread in her gut, but she got to her feet and walked out of the boardroom with Opaline.
Alana stopped in the hallway and looked at both of them with some sympathy. “I wish we had more time so that I could put this delicately.”
“No need,” Selena replied, careful to keep her voice even and calm. “Lay it on us.”
She heard her sister huff, but Selena couldn’t look at her just now. She had to keep it together. Doing her job required being able to compartmentalize. Opaline had never understood the fine art of pushing things away, let alone dealing with things at appropriate moments. She always reacted. Oftentimes when it got both of them in more trouble.
“I’m afraid you have a personal connection to this assignment,” Alana began.
Selena closed her eyes. She knew she couldn’t outwardly react, but in this moment, just the three of them, she gave herself a moment to breathe. “Peter.”
When Selena opened her eyes, Alana’s expression was empathetic. “Yes, your brother has escaped prison with two other convicts. We need to stop them before they cross the Canadian border.”
Alana was a good boss, an excellent director. The perfect mix of personal and business. She knew how to take care of her people. Selena appreciated that beyond measure.
Which meant she wouldn’t let Peter jeopardize her job here. She’d do whatever she had to do to complete the mission that involved her half brother. She’d bring him to justice, no matter what it took.
“We’ll go over the details inside, but before we head in there, I wanted to give you both a chance to bow out. We can replace either or both of you for this mission if you feel your relationship with Peter would keep you from being able to do your job. Conversely, you can take some time to think about—”
“I don’t need any time,” Selena said, keeping her voice devoid of any and all emotion, no matter how it battered at her on the inside. “If we’re tracking, you need me and Blanca.”
Alana nodded, then turned to Selena’s sister. “Opaline?”
Selena finally glanced at her. Opaline looked at her like she was some kind of monster. She’d never understood you couldn’t save people who didn’t want to be saved. And seemed to blame Selena for the fact their half brother did not want to be saved.
“I can handle it,” Opaline said, glaring daggers at Selena. Her voice was rough, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears.
For a half brother they hardly knew, who’d refused help, again and again. Whose very existence had caused such a rift in their family, it still hadn’t healed.
Selena would never understand it or Opaline. She turned on a heel and walked back into the boardroom. No one looked directly at her, but she could feel their consideration all the
same.
She slid into her chair, keeping her expression neutral. Carly was friend enough not to say anything, but of course Axel would be obnoxious.
“You okay?” Axel asked.
Selena raised her chin, keeping her gaze on where Alana was taking her place at the head of the boardroom table. “Just fine.”
* * *
SELENA WAS DEFINITELY not just fine, but as Alana walked back into the boardroom, Axel Morrow had to focus on the task at hand. TCD business, and the challenge Alana Suzuki would lay out before them.
“Team, I appreciate you all coming in at such an hour, but we need to get started as soon as possible. Opaline?”
Where Selena was completely blank, Opaline was outwardly shaken by whatever Alana had told them. It didn’t take a special agent to deduce whatever the mission was involved the sisters on some kind of personal level.
Still, Opaline went to the front of the room and took over the computer. As the tech specialist for TCD, it was always her job to run through the slideshow.
“Three inmates have escaped a maximum-security federal prison this evening. Because of the nature of their crimes, the way they’ve escaped and where we think they’re going, TCD has been tasked with stopping them and bringing them back before they cross the border to Canada. Police have set up roadblocks on routes to the border since they likely stole a car, but so far, no sightings to give us an idea of their route.” Alana nodded at Opaline, who brought up a mug shot on the screen at the front of the room.
“Leonard Koch is the presumed leader of this little trio. He’s in for life for the murder of a family, among a litany of other charges.”
Alana didn’t look directly at Axel, but he felt the consideration all the same. Murder was part and parcel with his job as special agent, even in his supervisory role. He still considered himself part of the team more than some kind of leader.
But the murder of a family was...well, it hit close to home. Families being murdered was why he was here. As an FBI agent, as the person he was today. To stop men like Leonard Koch before he hurt any more people.
Alana nodded at the screen, and the mug shot changed to the next slide, which included a list of charges.
Max McRay, special agent and explosives expert, let out a low whistle next to him. “That’s quite a rap sheet. How’d this guy get out?”
“He and his cohorts convinced a prison guard they had her son. Unfortunately, since they had a lot of personal information and were threatening her son’s life, she fell for it. On the bright side, the child is fine. So, right now we’re just focused on apprehension.” Alana pointed at Opaline to bring up the next slide.
“Steve Jenson is our number two. A history of battery, assault, but he’s in for his role in an armed burglary that went south when a security guard was killed in the resulting shootout. Though we don’t have any concrete idea of what kind of access they have to supplies, we’re considering them both armed and extremely dangerous.”
“And the third?” Aria Calletti asked. She was the newest member of TCD, but she’d proven herself extraordinarily capable last year when she’d been instrumental in bringing down a murderous smuggling ring. Axel had been with her when she’d gotten their best lead to talk. She was a go-getter, that was for sure.
But Axel wished she hadn’t pressed so quickly when it clearly upset Opaline. The woman let out a shaky sigh before she brought up the next picture.
“The third escapee is Peter Lopez,” Alana said with more gravity than she’d used to announce the other two.
As it was a group of highly trained FBI agents, no one immediately looked to Selena or Opaline, but that didn’t mean everyone in the room wasn’t paying attention to the reactions to the two women who shared a last name with the third man.
Opaline wiped at her eyes and shook her head. Meanwhile, a surreptitious look at Selena showed a woman with no reaction at all.
“Peter is Opaline and Selena’s brother, and they’ve both been briefed in advance and given the option to remove themselves if they felt like they couldn’t do their jobs, but both agreed to stay on.”
“We’re not close,” Selena said, her voice even. “He’s our half brother, the product of an affair our father had. Don’t feel like you have to walk on eggshells around me. We might share some genetic material, but I don’t know the guy.”
Alana nodded, and Opaline glared daggers at her sister, but she didn’t argue with the assessment.
Axel found he wasn’t sure which reaction made more sense. The complete lack of emotion had to be hiding something, but if they were so removed from the man, why was Opaline so upset?
Something he’d get to the bottom of before the day was out, but for now, they had to decide on a course of action.
“Opaline, would you bring up the map?”
The screen changed from Peter’s mug shot to a topographical map of the area between the prison in northern Michigan and the Canadian border.
“We have reason to believe they’re heading for Canada. We want to catch them before they do, and before they hurt anyone. The first wave of that will fall to Selena.”
Selena nodded. “I’ll take Blanca up to the prison and we’ll start from there. Unless we have new known whereabouts?”
“Rihanna will keep in close touch with local authorities,” Alana said, referring to TCD’s police and press liaison. “If we get any updates on location, that will be relayed to you and Axel.”
Selena straightened next to him. “Axel?”
“He’ll partner with you on this. No one works alone. Aria and Carly will work together as well, and we’ll bring in Scott Fletcher from the FBI to pair with Max to keep things even. We’ll station the teams of two along the Canadian border. While Selena and Axel track, you’ll set up a perimeter where hopefully if they don’t catch up to the trio, you guys can stop them. You’ll want to stay in close contact, and adjust as necessary. Axel will be lead on this.”
He nodded at Alana before sliding Selena a look. She continued to show absolutely no reaction. She was a statue.
“We might be in charge of tracking,” Alana said, “but the local police will be helpful resources, especially if the escapees cause any trouble in some of the smaller towns or more remote areas. This is a true team effort. The six of you tracking, Opaline working on tech—she’ll get you all the maps you’ll want to download onto your phones. Rihanna is working with local authorities in case we catch wind of them somewhere. No one acts alone.”
“And we bring them all in before anyone else is killed,” Axel added. Maybe it didn’t need to be said, but there was an urgency that had to be heeded. He stood as Selena did.
“I’ll follow you to your apartment in the Jeep. We’ll go from there.”
She didn’t say anything, just gave the slightest nod and then walked out the door. Axel looked back at Alana, but her expression was neutral.
This wouldn’t be as simple as bringing three fugitives to justice, that much was for sure.
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ISBN-13: 9781488072628
Cold Case Colorado
Copyright © 2021 by Kay Bergstrom
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