Dear Lord, please... The prayer went no further. The Lord knew his heart, knew of his love for his baby daughter. God had never deserted him. He wouldn’t now.
Grey had one thing going for him. An old rangers buddy, Mace Ransom, now worked for S&J Security/Protection. The firm had gained a reputation among the spec-ops community as it frequently employed ex-operatives such as deltas and rangers.
He punched in Ransom’s phone number, but the call went to a voice-mail message explaining that Mace was on his honeymoon and wouldn’t return for two weeks. It included the number for S&J.
Rangers didn’t accept defeat, he reminded himself and punched in the number for S&J.
Shelley Rabb Judd, co-owner and founder of S&J, took the call herself, and he gave a terse explanation. “You were right to call us. Get here as fast as you can.”
He held on to the lifeline she promised with everything he had and felt the metal clamp around his heart ease fractionally as he steered toward her office.
* * *
Rachel Martin listened as Grey Nighthorse told of receiving the telegram that his daughter had been kidnapped. He’d flown from Afghanistan to Atlanta on military transport, arriving early this morning.
She recognized the distraught father in him, just as she recognized the military bearing. She didn’t have to be told that he was an army ranger. It was there in the eyes that missed nothing, in the resolute set of his jaw, in the broad stance that said he wouldn’t be moved when it came to doing what was right. Ramrod posture and close-cropped hair added to the image.
After introductions had been made, he said, “There’s been no ransom demand. Maggie, my wife, came from money, so I thought...” He spread his hands helplessly.
“Came?” Rachel said.
“Maggie died of heart failure shortly after Lily was born. There’s a trust fund in Lily’s name, so paying a ransom wouldn’t be a problem.”
Rachel filed that away. “Maybe the kidnappers want something besides money.”
“That’s part of what we have to find out,” Shelley said.
Grey buried his head in his hands, then straightened, shoulders squared, eyes hard. “I’m flying blind on this. I need help.”
Rachel had some idea of what the last three words cost him. They seemed ripped from his very soul.
“I have to find Lily. If I don’t...” Grief deepened in his eyes, turning them almost black.
Her heart went out to him. At the same time, she resisted the urge to scratch as anxiety-produced ants crawled up her legs, down her arms. Her mouth turned dry, while her pulse picked up at an alarming rate. A ball of dread settled in her stomach and didn’t appear to be going anywhere anytime soon.
What was happening to her?
It’s okay. You’re okay.
Thanks to weekly sessions with a therapist, she ruled out a heart attack or stroke. It was a panic attack. Nothing more. Nothing to get so antsy about. She’d have smiled at the bad pun if she weren’t in the middle of a full-blown attack in front of her boss and a potential client.
She’d had them before and undoubtedly would again. When she’d described the sensation to her therapist, he had told her to count backward from a hundred by fives.
Still listening to Shelley and Grey, Rachel did the prescribed exercise, gratified when the ants went to someone else’s picnic and her heart resumed an almost normal pace.
“Rachel was part of the FBI’s task force on child abductions before she joined S&J,” Shelley said.
Rachel resisted the impulse to scratch. The ants were back. With a vengeance.
Her heart, which had leveled out only a moment ago, now resumed its frantic beat, playing leapfrog in her chest. She struggled to hide the war taking place within her, just as she struggled to mask the fear that had lodged in her throat, threatening her ability to breathe.
Though the temperature outside hovered in the high eighties with humidity to match, she was unbearably cold. She rubbed her arms, but to no avail. Gooseflesh puckered her skin.
She sent Shelley a beseeching look. Shelley knew why Rachel had resigned from the FBI, why she couldn’t work this case. Not with a child involved. She couldn’t risk it. It would tear the heart, the very soul, from her if another child died on her watch.
The sympathy in Shelley’s eyes warmed Rachel’s heart, but her boss’s next words erased any trace of the balm of Gilead Rachel so sorely needed. “We’ll help in any way we can. Won’t we?”
Rachel avoided answering. Instead, she dipped her head, studied her hands. The nails were ragged, the skin rough. At one point she’d kept her hands groomed. Now they were as unkempt as the rest of her.
Lanky blond hair, no makeup, mismatched clothes. It hadn’t taken therapy to understand that she had let herself go because she didn’t want to attract male attention, didn’t want to be reminded of her fiancé’s desertion at the most painful period of her life.
Before Nighthorse had arrived, Shelley had cornered Rachel and asked for her help. Rachel had promised to hear him out, but that was all. She couldn’t give what she didn’t have. She didn’t have it in her to work an abduction case.
Any abduction was bad enough, but when a child was the victim, her emotions ran off the chart.
She murmured something and excused herself to go to the restroom, where she splashed cold water on her face and worked to regain a measure of control. She glanced in the mirror and scarcely recognized the thin face in the reflection. Dark circles had taken up residence under her eyes. As if that weren’t enough, she had bags there, as well, bags large enough that she could pack a week’s worth of clothes in them—the result of not sleeping more than an hour or two a night.
Maybe she’d scared Nighthorse away. Problem solved. Only she knew the problem wasn’t going anywhere.
Not now. Not ever.
She returned to Shelley’s office to find her boss and an unsmiling client waiting for her.
Nighthorse stood, planted his hands on his hips and sent a hard stare her way. “Look, I need someone who will fight to get Lily back. If you don’t want the job, say so and I’ll find someone else.”
“Let’s all take a breath,” Shelley suggested. She waited for Rachel to sit before saying to Grey, “You said that your mother-in-law has been keeping Lily while you were deployed. How did that come about?”
“After Maggie died, I was in a fix. That’s when Roberta suggested Lily stay with her. I planned to pay for a nanny, but Roberta said she’d take care of it. She offered to keep Lily until I finished my deployment.”
Despite herself, Rachel was intrigued. “You must have a good relationship with your mother-in-law.”
“Not really. But I couldn’t turn down the offer. I still had a year left of deployment. I don’t have any other family, and Maggie was an only child. I was surprised at Roberta’s generosity, but relieved.” He paced to the other side of the office.
“Why were you surprised?” Rachel asked. Details mattered, even details that didn’t seem important. “Seems like something a grandmother would do.”
“Roberta isn’t a milk-and-cookies, come-sit-on-my-lap type of grandmother, but I knew Lily would be safe with her.” He paused, his face twisted in a heart-wrenching pain so palpable that it reached out to her across the room. “Or I thought she would.”
Rachel heard the crack in his voice. What could she do? She’d nearly lost herself in the last case she’d worked for the FBI; as it was, she’d lost her faith, both in herself and in the Lord. She couldn’t afford to lose any more.
How could she risk taking on a mission involving another child?
The answer was simple. She couldn’t.
But the despair in Grey’s face and the pain she read behind his eyes pulled at her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. If she were still a believer, she would beg the Lord for His blessings upon Grey and his daughter.
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She snuck a look at Shelley, saw that she, too, was moved by the man’s story.
The suffering in Grey’s face caused her own memories to bubble within her. The unspeakable loss. And the opportunity to prevent another similar one.
“Why don’t you tell us how you found out about the kidnapping?” Shelley prompted.
Grey returned to his earlier position. “The nanny called Roberta and told her that Lily had been taken. She sent a telegram. I’m on indefinite leave.”
“I suppose you’ve been to see your mother-in-law.”
His nod was brief. “First thing. She couldn’t tell me much. Lily’s nanny took her to the park. A man wearing a mask snatched Lily.” He frowned. “One more thing. Outside Roberta’s house, I was fired on.”
“Way to bury the lede,” Rachel said. “Did you see anything, hear anything?”
“From the sound of it, it was a .22 Hornet.”
“That’s serious firepower,” she said.
“Tell me about it. I tried to give chase, but whoever it was got away. All I saw were skid marks like someone had peeled out of there in a hurry.”
“Not much to go on,” Rachel commented.
“No.” The word was clipped to the point of rudeness.
She didn’t blame him. He was in the middle of every parent’s worst nightmare.
He turned to her, gaze pleading. Gone was the hard-eyed man of a moment ago. “Shelley said that you’re the best there is at finding abducted children. I need your help. I’m not much on begging, but I’m begging now. Please help me find my daughter. If I don’t...” The sentence went unfinished, but Rachel completed it in her mind. If I don’t, I won’t survive.
Rachel longed to tear her gaze from him, from the dark pain in his eyes. But she couldn’t. “I’ll help in any way I can.” The words took her by surprise. What had she just said? But she couldn’t take them back.
The relief in his eyes lashed her conscience with stinging stripes. How could she have ever thought of turning him away? She set her shoulders. Whatever the cost to herself, she’d see this through. She had no other choice.
If she could have prayed, she’d have asked for Lily’s safe return. As it was, she could only promise that she would give her best.
“Give me your phone number,” she said. Once he did, she entered it into her phone.
She lifted her gaze to Grey’s. His eyes held such pain that she wondered she didn’t drown in it.
* * *
If the circumstances had been different, Grey would have appreciated the cool air inside S&J’s air-conditioned offices. As it was, though, he simply cataloged it as he had other impressions.
Shelley Judd was self-assured, confident, with a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of openness. Rachel Martin, on the other hand, was quiet, intense and, unless he missed his guess, full of secrets.
Acknowledging that he needed them, he swallowed hard. He, who had been on missions where death—or worse—was a distinct possibility, was dangerously close to breaking down in front of two strangers.
Nothing made sense. Not since he’d received the telegram from his former mother-in-law saying that his baby daughter Lily had been kidnapped.
Why was someone trying to kill him outside her home? And why go after him at all if ransom would eventually be demanded? He had no answers, only questions.
Rangers were trained to find solutions. He had five years in the rangers, and yet right now he felt as clueless as a greenie on his first day in the field.
If he didn’t find Lily, anything he’d done in his life up until now was meaningless. If he didn’t bring his daughter home, the shooter was welcome to him.
No. He refused to go down that path. Self-pity wasn’t his style. He wasn’t going to wear it now.
“Let’s go see the nanny,” Rachel said. “I want to hear what she has to say.”
He pushed back his chair. “Let’s go.” Outside he pointed to a seen-better-days pickup. “That’s my ride.”
“Looks like it’ll do the job,” she said and climbed into the passenger side.
He appreciated that she didn’t complain about the truck’s battered state or less-than-pristine interior with the occasional spring popping through the upholstery. What mattered was the heavy-duty engine that would handle rough roads and treatment. He figured he would likely encounter both on this, his most important mission.
Grey climbed in the driver’s side then shifted the truck into gear.
When Rachel shifted in her seat, probably to avoid a spring, she sent him a wry look. The small smile that found its way to her lips transformed her face, and he did a double take. Beneath the scraped-back hair and plain clothes, the lady was beautiful.
He kept his thoughts to himself. Instinctively, he knew she wouldn’t welcome the words.
The woman was an enigma. He only hoped she was as good at her job as Shelley had promised. As for him...finding Lily was all that mattered.
They located Jenae Natter’s address in a neighborhood that might have been fashionable in the 1940s and squeezed the truck into a grassy rut that served as a makeshift driveway. Pots of petunias and Johnny-jump-ups flanked either side of the stoop. A small patch of grass fronted the red-brick, five-story building, which appeared to have started life as a large single-unit house.
Inside the old-fashioned vestibule, they checked which apartment belonged to Jenae and saw that she lived on the second floor. A door slammed from the floor above, and a dark-clad, masked figure ran down the stairs. Surprise shone in his eyes as he saw Rachel and Grey. He turned and headed back the way he’d come, Grey in hot pursuit, Rachel a few steps behind.
“He’s heading for the roof,” she shouted.
Grey took the stairs two steps at a time, trying to overtake the man, but the narrow stairway hampered his movements.
They reached the rooftop and then squared off from each other, sizing the other up.
“Nobody has to get hurt,” Grey said.
“Yeah? We’ll see about that.” The man charged Grey with the force of a battering ram.
The impact sent Grey to the ground, but he took his opponent with him.
They each sprang to their feet and grappled, two evenly matched warriors. For every move Grey made, his opponent parried. A vicious kick to Grey’s side caught him just above the kidneys. Agony coursed through him, but he didn’t go down and succeeded in inflicting a blow under the man’s nose, causing blood to spurt.
Enraged, the attacker came at Grey again, this time sending him to the edge of the roof.
Carried by momentum, Grey went over. At the last second, he managed to grasp a hunk of the concrete ledge with his right hand.
And held on.
But for how long? His angle was such that he couldn’t swing his other arm to help take his weight.
Grey had to survive, not for himself, but for Lily.
Then his plight set in with thundering reality. The ledge was crumbling and his right arm screamed with pain as he held on with all his might. He knew that the odds of surviving a five-story fall were slim.
Lord, if this is it...
He’d reckoned without Rachel. Her hair a nimbus of blond and golden brown outlining her face, she leaned over and grabbed his wrist. “Hold on.”
Copyright © 2020 by Jane M. Choate
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