Three weeks later Kipp was on his way to Harbordale from Seattle where he had spent the afternoon at the Federal Building. Special Agent Watcomb had called and asked him to come to the FBI office because there were new leads in his daughter's kidnapping case.
The sky was dirty dishwater gray and threatening rain, but the weather didn't dampen Kipp's spirit; he was too charged with a jumble of emotions to sink into melancholy. He had much to tell Libby.
As he approached her house, she stepped up to the picture window and waved to him, her smile radiating a welcoming warmth. She disappeared, and the screen door opened. He barely made it inside before she caught him in an embrace.
He pressed the small of her back, drawing her close. "I've missed you," he whispered in her ear, then kissed her.
"It's only been two days."
He stroked her hair and looked into her mysterious blue eyes. "Two days too long."
"I've had this underlying agitation all morning," she said, "and now I know why. It's you. I can feel your energy. It's electrified. What's happened? What did they tell you?"
"Let's sit down."
"Let me get you something to drink." She went into the kitchen and returned with a tall glass of cold well water.
He laid his jacket on the rocker and sat at the table. She sat near him. Despite the dismal day, the house was bright from the large windows and skylights.
"Are you done working for the day?"
"I just finished up with my last client. Do you need to call about Kelly?"
"I called from Seattle before I left," he said. "Charlie and Ellen are building a tree house for her when she visits. They're all having a wonderful time."
"Then tell me what happened."
Kipp took a long drink of water, quenching the thirst he'd developed on the drive back. "I don't know where to begin."
"You said they had a new lead."
"They found one of the kidnappers."
"How? Where?"
"They showed me a picture of a woman. She looked young, no more than thirty, thirty-five. They asked me if I recognized her, which I didn't."
"How did they find her?"
"They mentioned interviewing Rebecca and Grace. Other than that, they didn't get specific, except they did tell me the woman had ties to the town of Grand. They must have tracked her down."
"I thought they told you the kidnappers fled to Canada."
"That's what they said, but something changed."
"What about the other kidnapper. I saw two, a man and a woman."
"They told me there were others involved besides those two. And then they started questioning me about Tanya. They asked me all the old questions they'd asked before—where she was, who she was with, who her friends were, how she acted at the time."
"Tanya."
"They wanted to know what her behavior was like before and after Kelly came home. What kind of mother she was. They even asked about our relationship. They wanted to know how close we were. Of course, I had to tell them about her recent threat to sue me for custody."
"I can't believe you had to answer all those questions again."
"By then I had the feeling they thought she was a prime suspect, and I asked them as much. Instead of answering me, they showed me a picture of a man--well-dressed, trim haircut--a Wall Street type. I'd vaguely remembered seeing a man who looked like that talking to Tanya at a party once. Then Agent Watcomb asked me pointblank if I had any reason to believe Tanya would hire someone to kidnap Kelly."
"Oh, Kipp, they really thought that? What about the lie detector test?"
"I asked him about that, too," Kipp said. "He just gave me a sharp look and said polygraphs aren't always infallible. If they held a belief about her involvement, I wanted to know why they didn't pursue it before. He said they'd been watching her back then for about six months, but she was never seen with a child. Then the trail went cold. I'm just glad I had someone in Charlie's position to vouch for me. But now, with one of the kidnappers in custody, they have more to go on. She must be giving them names."
"Do you think Tanya is capable of such a thing?"
"I don't want to think that. It's too painful for me to even go there," Kipp said. "But, Libby, I wondered why you didn't pick up on the fact that there were others involved."
Libby paused to consider. "When I got the impressions of the kidnappers, the picture was fuzzy. Their facial features weren't clear at all. That indicated to me I was supposed to focus on getting Kelly back, not on finding the kidnappers. I don't know why I didn't pick up on Tanya. I think I just couldn't imagine a mother being that cold. Could you?"
"Normally, I'd say no," he said, "but today I heard on the news a woman threw her child in the Hudson River just to get back at her ex. I think Tanya may have been focused on getting to me through some crazy scheme with Kelly." He took another swallow of water and stared at the table top, lost in the possibility of Tanya's complicity in such a horrendous act of having their daughter kidnapped.
Libby touched his arm. "Kipp?"
He shook loose from his thoughts. "I was thinking back on the time Tanya and I spent together and her relationship with Kelly. She never loved that child as a mother would. I think I told you that. She was into her own dream world of fancy clothes, fast cars, and men. I remember, after we split up, how she kept hounding me to take her back. It was always 'I love you, Kipp. I want us to be together, Kipp. Please, Kipp.' I mean, she really turned up the heat. It was suffocating. But I wouldn't budge. After the abduction, she seemed obsessed with my lack of warmth toward her. That's one reason we argued so much. Then after Kelly's return and we were together, she wouldn't stop nagging me about being a family again, but I saw the jealousy in her eyes whenever I held Kelly or paid attention to her. Tanya's a selfish woman. I saw right through her. It hurts to think she would mastermind the kidnapping of her own child, but is she capable?" He paused. "I'm afraid I'd have to say yes."
"Why would she do it, Kipp?"
He shook his head. "I guess in her own twisted mind, the only thing keeping us apart was Kelly."
"Kipp, that's so sad. She will have ruined her life. But you seem so level about this. Knowing you as I do, I'd think you'd be bursting with anger."
"All the way here I went through every emotion imaginable, but right now, I don't know how I feel. I'm not excusing what she did when I say this, but when I think about her past, she had a tough upbringing and practically had to beg for everything she got, even love. Then she grew up to be this incredibly beautiful woman and suddenly she had everything, even a beautiful child. She wasn't stable enough to handle it. But am I angry? Anger is too mild a word."
Libby rose from her chair, draped her arms over Kipp's shoulders, and gave him a hug.
"How do you think this is going to play out, Libby?"
She got quiet, and he could feel her breathing deepen. Finally, she said, "I'll be honest with you. I had chills running up my spine when you asked me earlier if I thought Tanya could have done it. Let's just say, I don't think you're ever going to have to worry about that custody suit." She gave him another hug. "No matter what, I'll be here to help you through any fallout from this."
He got up and embraced her, the fragrance of roses captivating him again.
"I know what will make you feel better," she said.
He lifted his eyebrows, wondering what she had in mind.
She took his hand, led him to the rocking chair, and handed him his jacket. "Let's go see your daughter."
With an amused smile he slid his arm around her waist and tugged her close. "You mean our daughter."
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Other books by the author:
The Day Mel Quit Dreaming and Other Stories
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Rose from the Grave (a tale of mystery, romance, suspense, and the supernatural bond between sisters)
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Coming soon: Tangled Affairs, sequel to Rose from the Grave (and includes characters from Visions of Hope)
For the last nine months, Chance Eliason and Kat Summers have been lovers. Kat lives in Seattle, and Chance lives three hours away in the little town of Rosswood. Of late, this distance between them has put a strain on their relationship. One Sunday in August, Chance confronts Kat about her refusal to return to Rosswood where she’d suffered a frightening ordeal. In the heat of the argument, bitter words are spoken that send Chance back to his ranch and into the arms of his past, a past fraught with danger and deception, a past that will change his and Kat’s relationship forever.
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