The patrol car couldn’t go fast enough for Allison. She sat in the backseat, leaning forward and straining against the seat belt as if to hurry Wendall faster.
Her gun was a familiar weight in her lap. Five years before, her father had encouraged her to buy a gun and learn how to shoot it. He’d known that he wouldn’t be around forever and had wanted her to be able to protect herself and her child.
She’d wanted a gun. With Knox’s dangerous mother, she’d felt better knowing the weapon was in the house. She’d spent hours on the range, making sure she was comfortable shooting it and she kept it locked in a box in the highest dresser drawer near her bed.
She’d never really believed she could shoot somebody until this moment, but she would easily kill for Cody and have not a single regret. She would walk through a firestorm if that’s what it took to get her son back safely.
Knox had grabbed his own gun out of the glove compartment of his car before they had left, and she had no doubt that he felt the same way she did when it came to saving Cody.
The old Miller place was on the southern outskirts of town. John and Marlene Miller had lived there for as long as Allison could remember, but three years ago John had passed away and then last year Marlene had followed, and the ranch had been empty since then.
The couple had no children, and last Allison heard the house and the land were still in some sort of litigation between John’s sisters and brothers. It had remained empty since Marlene’s death.
She was grateful that nobody spoke, that the car was filled with nothing but the aching anticipation of finding Cody. The night had never seemed so dark and the minutes had never felt so endless as in this drive to nowhere in hopes of a miracle.
Although in the back of her mind, she knew this might be nothing but another crank call, this one had sounded so real. She had to believe this was it, and that before the night was over Cody would be in her arms once again.
The caller had said she couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. Was it Livia? She didn’t want to visit the sins of the mother onto the son again, and she hoped if Livia was behind all of this Allison wouldn’t blame Knox. But at this moment she wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t.
“Kill the lights,” Knox said, breaking the silence as they approached the Miller driveway.
Wendall shut off the car lights and instead of turning into the driveway he pulled to a halt on the side of the road. “I should call for backup,” he said.
“You’ve got a Texas Ranger and a pissed off mother in the car. I think that’s all the backup you need,” Knox replied curtly.
Allison followed his gaze out the window, where the moonlight was bright enough to see an old, wooden shed a little distance from the dark house.
Was Cody in there? Was he crying out for her right now? Her stomach clenched and she fought the impulse to explode out of the car and run to the shed.
“What’s the plan?” Wendall asked.
“We go in slow and quiet. We have no idea who exactly is in the shed,” Knox replied. “The last thing we want is any kind of a hostage situation.”
Hostage situation? Allison shuddered at the very thought. How many times on the news had she seen such situations with the hostages not making it out alive?
Within minutes they were out of the vehicle. Knox led with his gun drawn, and she and Wendall brought up the rear.
The yard was overgrown and thick with weeds as they moved slowly, each footstep unable to keep up with the pace of her thundering heart. The cold night was silent around them, but a fragile hope whispered with a warm breath inside her.
Let him be there. Let him be there. It was a mantra that repeated itself over and over in her brain.
When they got closer to the small structure, Knox turned around and motioned for Wendall to go to the left. “You stay behind me,” he whispered to her.
She nodded, but held her gun at the ready. Now all she could hear was the sound of her heart beating loudly in her ears. She kept her gaze on the shed door, praying that Cody was behind it and that he was all alone.
Knox eased up to the door and pressed his ear against the wood. Wendall moved to stand just behind him. Knox shrugged, indicating that he heard nothing from inside.
As she saw there didn’t appear to be any lock on the door, some of her hope withered. Why would anyone put a nine-year-old boy in a shed with no lock? Unless he was tied up and gagged. The vision that suddenly exploded in her mind nearly cast her to the ground.
Wendall pulled a flashlight from his belt and as Knox grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, Wendall flashed the light inside.
The last of her hope hissed out of her and she stumbled backward as Knox cursed. Nothing. The shed was completely empty. She turned and headed to the car, her body and her mind completely numb.
She got into the car, pulled her seat belt around her and then leaned back and closed her eyes. She couldn’t think anymore. She was utterly and completely empty inside.
A few minutes later the men joined her and Wendall started the engine to make the long drive back to her house.
She remained strangely numb after they arrived home, where Jim told them the phone had remained silent and there was nothing new. She carried her gun upstairs and put it away and then returned to the living room and sank down on the sofa.
“Allison, are you okay?” Knox’s forehead wrinkled in obvious concern as he gazed at her.
“I’m fine.” Her voice sounded distant even to herself.
“It sounded so damned credible,” he said angrily.
“It did, and we had to check it out,” she replied. She got up from the sofa, still feeling oddly detached from the world. “I think I’m going to go up to my bedroom for a little while.”
He jumped out of the chair. “Allison, are you sure you’re all right?”
She cast him a faint smile. “I will be.”
Once again her feet were ridiculously heavy as she climbed the stairs. She just wanted to sleep...to escape from this world without Cody. She didn’t know what to do to find him. Nobody knew how to get her baby back where he belonged.
Shock. She had a feeling she was experiencing some sort of emotional shock to her system. When she reached her room she didn’t bother to turn on a light. She got out of her clothes, pulled on the nightshirt with the horse on the front and then crawled into bed.
Darkness surrounded her, but no place was it as deep as in her heart, in her very soul. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift in a place where no thoughts could intrude. She couldn’t think anymore because her head would take her to frighteningly dark places. She couldn’t handle that. She didn’t want to feel anymore, either.
She must have slept, for when she opened her eyes the house was silent. A glance at her clock told her it was just after midnight.
A piercing ache shot through her entire body. The blessed fog that had previously fallen over her was gone, leaving only raw, painful emotions to shoot through her.
She got out of bed and moved to the window. Chad still hadn’t shown up anywhere and she was convinced he had Cody. It was just too coincidental that he and Cody had disappeared at the same time. She just couldn’t believe what Knox believed, that his mother had made her way back there from Mexico to kidnap their child. She was so afraid to believe that was what had happened.
Tears began to ooze from her eyes, tears she’d been unable to shed when Knox had opened up the Miller shed door to reveal nothing. Pain gnawed at her stomach and her chest felt too small to contain her aching heart.
She needed...she wanted...something to ease some of this killing pain. She needed...she wanted Knox. She swiped the tears off her cheeks and turned from the window. She didn’t care what was right or wrong right now. Knox would make her warm, even if just momentarily.
She left her bedroom. She had no idea if Knox was awake or asleep, downstairs or in Cody’s room. All she knew was she wanted his strong arms around her. She wanted him to kiss her until she was mindless and the pain inside her subsided, if only for a few minutes.
With shafts of moonlight to guide her, she went down the hallway to Cody’s room, where Knox was stretched out on his lower bunk and the glow-in-the dark stars on the ceiling were lit with brilliance.
“Allison?” he said immediately, letting her know he hadn’t been sleeping.
“Knox, I need you.” She didn’t wait for his response but instead turned and went back to her bedroom and into the bed.
Moments later he appeared in her doorway and hesitated there. “Allison, what do you need?” he asked.
“I need you to make love to me. I need you, Knox.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” His voice was soft, yet filled with gruff tension. “I know the night has been difficult and I don’t want us to go there and then you hate me for it afterward.”
Was that what would happen? Would she regret what happened between them tonight? Every time they’d made love in the past, she’d expected him to keep loving her, to be committed to her, but she had no foolish expectations now.
This was a one-night deal, driven by emotions she couldn’t even name and couldn’t begin to process. “I promise you that isn’t going to happen, Knox.”
In three long strides he was next to her bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, his taut chest muscles gleaming in the shaft of moonlight that danced through the window. He then took off his jeans, leaving him clad only in a pair of navy boxers.
He was beautiful. He’d always made her ache with desire at the sight of his naked body, and that hadn’t changed over the years.
She scooted over and he slid into the bed with her and immediately drew her into his arms. His mouth found hers and he stole her breath and then gave it back to her in a searing kiss.
His hands caressed up and down her back and tangled in her hair, evoking flames of desire whenever he touched. Within minutes, her ache for him was so huge it left no room for any other thought but this single moment in time.
Yes, this was what she had needed. A mindless coupling with the man she loved, the man she had a feeling she would always love.
“Ally,” he breathed against her neck as his lips nipped teasingly on her skin.
The nickname brought up past memories of their lovemaking. He’d been her only lover, but she knew with certainty that no man would ever move her the way he did.
She completely surrendered to them and him, aching with the need to alleviate the utter emptiness that threatened to engulf her. She needed a mindless respite from the fear for Cody that had been a living beast inside her.
Her hands caressed his muscled back, the familiar contours both comforting and enflaming her. His heart beat rapidly against hers as she pressed against him.
He suddenly pulled back from her, his eyes glittering as he held her gaze. “Are you sure, Ally? I need for you to be absolutely sure before this goes any further.”
The fact that he was giving her a chance to halt things before they went to the place of no return only made her want him more. Instead of verbally answering him, she sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head and tossed it across the room.
At the same time, he took off his boxers and then with a deep groan he pulled her to him, and she gasped at the intimate contact of her naked skin against his. She’d forgotten. She’d forgotten the exquisite joy and the fiery heat of soft need meeting with hard hunger.
“Ally,” he whispered against her throat as he grabbed her buttocks and drew her more intimately against him.
She was lost in him...in the scent of him, in the familiar feel of his nakedness against hers. “Love me, Knox. Love me like you used to,” she moaned.
In response, he slid his mouth down the length of her throat, across her collarbone and then down to capture one of her taut nipples. He licked and teased and tormented first one and then the other, making her crazy with desire. His hardness pressed against her thigh and she reached down to stroke the velvety length.
A husky groan escaped him and that only fueled her want of him. He caressed down the length of her body with fluid motions, and when he lingered along her inner thigh she raised her hips in need.
And then he was there, his fingers moving against her as a fluttering heat built up wild and untamed inside her. Her climax crashed down on her, leaving her gasping and boneless.
He moved between her thighs then and she cried out his name as he entered her. Clutching his shoulders, she met him thrust for thrust. He stroked long and deep inside of her. They moved slowly at first, but it wasn’t long before frantic need changed the languid pace.
Once again, waves of pleasure coursed through her, each bigger than the last until she crested a peak and went over the edge. At the same time, he reached his own climax and shuddered against her.
They remained locked together and not moving for several long minutes. It was only when their breathing returned to normal that he rose up and stroked her hair away from her face and then kissed her long and deeply, stirring her on a whole different level.
Magic. They had always been magical together. The screaming fear that had been inside her wasn’t completely gone, but it had quieted at least for the moment. Without saying a word, she moved away from him and slid out of bed and then padded into the bathroom.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. The taste of him still lingered on her mouth and the scent of him drifted off her skin. She wouldn’t take this back even if she could, even though she knew it was just another stupid mistake.
When she returned to the bedroom, Knox had pulled on his boxers and picked up his shirt and jeans from the floor. “You don’t have to leave,” she said. “Stay with me, Knox. Stay with me until morning.” Yet one more stupid mistake, she thought. In for a penny, in for a pound.
He dropped his clothes and got back into the bed. She joined him there and he pulled her into the crook of his arm. She relaxed against his warmth and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think. She didn’t want to feel. She just wanted to sleep with the warmth of Knox’s kisses remaining and a prayer for her son on her lips.
* * *
Knox awoke before dawn, his body spooned around Allison’s warm back. He remained still, his head filled with the sweet scent of her as thoughts of their lovemaking drifted through his mind.
It had been as good as it had always been, perhaps even better after all the years that had passed. He’d forgotten the pleasure of making love with her. She’d always been a passionate partner, and that hadn’t changed. Despite the fact that they had been lovers in the past, this time had felt new and had been intensely satisfying.
They fit together as well now as they had when they’d been in high school and had become lovers. He had a feeling no matter what happened between them, no matter what happened in his life, she would always be in his blood.
He had no illusions that suddenly now they were going to be a couple again. Hell, he didn’t even know if that’s what he wanted. What he did know for sure was that she’d needed him last night to sweep away her pain, as he had needed her.
He frowned as he thought of their son. Where could he be? If the ransom call had been real, then why hadn’t they received proof of life yet? The fact that there had been no follow-up on the phone call shot a shiver of dread through him.
The questions that whirled around in his mind begged for answers. The one thing that he hadn’t wavered on was if this had been done for money, then he was certain his mother was behind it. Damn her rotten, narcissistic, sociopathic hide.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep again, he slowly moved away from Allison and got out of bed. Thankfully he didn’t awaken her.
He picked up his clothes from the floor and went into Cody’s room, where he grabbed clean ones and then headed for a shower.
It was Saturday morning and he suspected more people would turn out to help today. But what could they do? Walk the streets that had already been walked? Put up more posters, even though there were plenty already plastered around town?
According to Wendall, the sheriff was coordinating things from his office. What things? There were no clues, no leads to follow, so what in the hell was Sheriff Bud Jeffries coordinating besides his nap times?
Steaming more from his own thoughts than the hot water, he finished rinsing off the minty soap, shut off the shower and then dried off. He had no idea what might happen today, but he desperately needed something to. The waiting was not only tearing him apart, but Allison, as well.
Wendall and Jim were drinking coffee as Knox joined them in the kitchen. “Another day,” Wendall said with compassion in his eyes.
Knox poured himself a cup of coffee and joined them at the table. “I just hope something pops today. This sitting around and waiting is killing all of us.”
“I wish there was something more we could do,” Jim replied. “The sheriff put a BOLO out on Chad last night, but so far nobody has reported seeing him, and the AMBER alert hasn’t yielded anything yet.”
“And I can’t imagine where Chad has gone,” Wendall added. “If this was just one of his normal benders, then he would have crawled home by now. It’s definitely odd that he’s just disappeared.”
Was it possible that Chad had Cody? “I still find it hard to believe that a drunk could have pulled off a kidnapping and kept Cody for this long without making some major mistakes,” Knox replied.
“You still think it’s your mother?” Wendall asked.
Knox hesitated a moment. “Yeah, I do, but right now she’s as elusive as Chad. I’m sure every law enforcement agency in the entire United States is looking for her, but I haven’t heard of any sightings except the initial one in Mexico.”
He frowned into his cup and then looked back at the two officers. “We all know the longer this goes on, the less likely there’s going to be a happy ending.”
Just saying the words out loud shoved a painfully tight emotion into his chest. He jumped up out of his chair. “How about pancakes for breakfast?” he asked. He needed to busy himself. He needed to keep his mind occupied so he didn’t focus on the diminishing odds of getting Cody home alive.
He’d just served the two deputies pancakes when Allison appeared, clad in a pair of jeans and a pink T-shirt and with her hair loose and damp around her shoulders; the sight of her surged up a new desire inside him.
“Pancakes?” he asked, wondering how he could want her again when it had only been hours before when he’d held her in his arms and made sweet love to her. Maybe it was just his need to seek an escape from the darkness of his thoughts.
She shook her head. “No thanks, just coffee for me.”
She poured herself a cup and then sat at the table. Knox made himself a couple of pancakes and for a few minutes the kitchen was quiet as the men ate.
“Are you doing okay?” Knox finally broke the silence with an intent look at her.
“I’m fine,” she replied.
She might be fine, but she was also distant. Gone was the needy woman of the night before. Her face was slightly wan but her eyes were shuttered against him. She remained silent as the morning wore on in agonizing increments of time.
The phone began ringing just after nine. There was another obvious prank call and some from several of her friends. She told them to contact her on her cell in hopes of leaving the landline open.
At ten thirty, a loud knock sounded at the door. Wendall got up to answer, followed by Knox. When Wendall opened the front door and Knox saw who was on the other side, stunned surprise filled him.
“Let them in,” he said.
Fellow Texas Rangers Brett Hager and Dalton James came through the door with determined footsteps and grins on their faces. Instead of their uniforms, they were dressed casually in jeans and long-sleeved shirts.
“What are you two doing here?” Knox asked incredulously.
“We had a little vacation time coming and we heard about your son. We’re here to help a brother,” Dalton said with a clap on Knox’s back.
The back of Knox’s throat closed up with emotion. These two men were like brothers to him. They had all spent the last ten years together working side by side. They were both highly intelligent investigators, and seeing them here now twisted Knox’s heart with a wealth of gratitude.
Allison appeared in the doorway and Knox made the introductions. They all went into the kitchen, where more introductions were made to Wendall and Jim.
“Get us up to speed,” Brett said and he pulled a notepad from his pocket.
For the next hour, the two Rangers asked questions and listened as Knox and Allison and the two deputies filled them in on everything that had happened since the moment Cody was late getting home from the bus stop.
Some of their questions were personal and sharp, but he and Allison answered them without hesitation. It was part of the process to get to the bottom of things.
“So the two of you were here together before the time that Cody got off the bus,” Brett said. They both nodded. “So you both have solid alibis at the time of the kidnapping.”
Allison looked at Knox, obviously unsettled to realize they might each need an alibi. But, he knew all too well that when a child disappeared, the parents were almost always the first suspects.
“Rock solid,” Knox replied.
“And you’ve talked to these Billings brothers and been to their homes?” Brett asked. Knox nodded and Brett looked at Allison. “Now tell us everything you can about this Chad character.”
The questioning continued for another fifteen minutes and then Dalton looked at Wendall. “That recording equipment you have hooked up is ancient.”
“Small town budget,” Wendall replied ruefully.
“Well, it just so happens we have some fancy new equipment in the car,” Dalton said. “I’ll go get it.” He got up from the table and left the room.
For the first time in the past forty-eight hours, a new hope buoyed in Knox’s heart and he saw the same emotion light Allison’s eyes.
These weren’t small town sheriffs who ate in their cars with their seats reclined; they were trained Texas Rangers with a fierce determination to find Cody.
Dalton returned and hooked up the new equipment to the landline and then he and Brett took off to take the path Cody took to and from the bus stop. Knox walked them out and then returned to find Allison seated on the sofa.
“I’m glad they’re here,” she said.
“Me, too.”
“You’re close to them.”
He nodded. “They’re two of my best friends and they’re great investigators. If anyone can sniff out a clue, it will be one of them.” Knox eased down next to her. “I thought about calling them before now, but didn’t want to interfere with their work.”
He studied her face. Even with the strain that showed in the dark circles under her eyes and lines across her forehead, she still made his heart quicken like no other woman.
“Regrets?” he asked softly. “We didn’t even use protection.”
She sighed and reached up to worry a strand of her hair. “I’ve been on the Pill since Cody was born. No regrets, although I admit I had a moment of weakness and it wasn’t really a good idea.”
He wasn’t sure why, but her words shot a bit of disappointment through him. “It’s okay to be weak sometimes.”
She held his gaze for a long moment and then dropped her hand to her lap. “There was a time when you were my strongest weakness, but I can’t go there again.”
The doorbell rang and she jumped up to answer it. It was Lauren Patten from the school. She carried a large tray of ham and cheese sandwiches. Allison took the platter from her and carried it into the kitchen and then returned to the living room to talk to Lauren.
“Everyone is talking about Sheriff Jeffries’s ineptitude,” she said.
“That subject has been mentioned around here more than once,” Knox said drily.
“He spends most of his time either sitting at his desk or in his car. He’s a disgrace,” Lauren replied.
“I think he’s an ass,” Allison added.
“I just hope he’s out of office in the fall,” Lauren replied. “This town deserves somebody better than Bud Jeffries. Our crime rate has actually gotten worse since he took office.”
“Right now I don’t care about any other crime than the one that took Cody from us,” Allison said.
“Is there anything...anything at all I can do to help? There are lots of us who want to, but just don’t know what to do,” Lauren said, her eyes lit with compassion.
“We appreciate the sandwiches,” Allison said. “I really don’t know what anyone can do other than keep searching.”
“The rumor is that Chad has Cody.”
“That’s what I think,” Allison replied.
Knox listened as Allison told Lauren about firing Chad and him demanding she pay him ten thousand dollars. “I told him no way and then he got nasty and swore I’d be sorry. Then I started getting nasty, threatening texts from him.”
“That creep. I’ve seen him weaving drunkenly on lots of evenings when he heads home from the bars,” Lauren exclaimed. “Somebody should do something about him.”
“Right now, I just wish somebody would find him,” Allison replied fervently.
As the two women continued to talk, Knox excused himself and went out on the front porch. He drew in a deep breath of the sweet-scented spring air and wondered if Cody could smell the grass. Was the kidnapper feeding him? Keeping him warm on these chilly nights? He sank down on the swing and willfully shoved these thoughts out of his head.
He still couldn’t believe that Dalton and Brett were there to help. It felt like a scene from an old Western movie where the cavalry finally arrives and saves the day.
Could they save the day? Could they find something that everyone else had overlooked? A clue that would lead to getting Cody back?
Lauren left and still Knox remained outside, a fragile, new hope burning bright in his heart. He stood as he saw the two men approaching in the distance. He didn’t expect them to return to the house with the mystery solved, and they hadn’t.
They joined him on the porch. “Did the authorities speak to everyone who lives on the street?” Dalton asked.
Knox nodded. “And nobody saw Cody.”
“And you’re certain he got off the bus?” Brett asked.
“Yes, we checked with the bus driver who stated that Cody got off as usual.” Knox shoved his hands in his pockets. “I know he was kidnapped. I just don’t know by whom.”
Knox told the two about his belief his mother might be behind it and then about Allison’s belief that it was Chad, who had also disappeared around the same time as Cody.
Both of the Rangers were intimately acquainted with Livia and her crimes, and neither of them dismissed Knox’s gut instinct. “According to our sources, everyone still believes Livia is hiding out someplace in Mexico,” Brett said.
“But we all know without any eyes on her she could be anywhere,” Knox replied.
He looked up the sidewalk, wishing some sort of magic would happen and he’d see Cody running toward him. But of course there was no magic and no Cody.
“You mentioned that the sheriff set up a tip line. Anything concrete come from that?” Brett asked.
“He’s got his men chasing down anything that comes in, but so far it’s led nowhere,” Knox replied.
“Are you planning on coming back to the Rangers when you get Cody back home?” Dalton asked.
“You know as soon as this thing with your mother is cleaned up you’d be more than welcomed back.”
“I saw the way you look at Allison,” Dalton said. “You aren’t coming back, are you?”
Knox looked at him in surprise. Was it that obvious? Was it that apparent that he was still hung up on Allison? “No, I’m not going back,” he said. He hadn’t even been aware that he’d made that decision until the words had fallen out of his mouth.
He pulled his hands from his pockets and continued, “I don’t know what I’m going to do in the future, but whatever it is will be here in Shadow Creek, where I can be a present father all the time to Cody.”
Dalton studied him. “And your decision has nothing to do with Allison?”
Did it? Was Knox somehow hoping for another chance with her? A chance to finally get it right and be a real family with Cody? “I don’t know,” he finally replied. “I don’t know what the future holds for me and Allison.”
Despite what had happened between them the night before, she wasn’t exactly jumping up and down with the desire to get back into a relationship with him.
And he still had a knot of anger when he thought about all he’d missed in Cody’s life because of her lies. How could they possibly get past all the baggage that remained between them?
“Let’s get back inside,” he said. He didn’t want to think about a future with Allison. All he wanted right now was his son back.
Lunch came and went as Dalton and Brett continued to ask them questions. They also listened to the tape of the one credible ransom call that had come in four times. Like Knox, they were unable to discern any background noise. It was just after three when Sheriff Jeffries showed up.
It was obvious when Dalton and Brett began to ask him questions that the sheriff wasn’t happy with the Rangers’ presence or their interest in his investigation.
“I’ve covered all the bases,” he said. “I’m on top of things. I’ve got my men doing everything they can.”
“The last thing we want to do is step on any toes,” Dalton said diplomatically. “We all want the same thing, to get Cody home where he belongs.”
“We would appreciate it if you could share with us the interviews you’ve already conducted,” Brett said.
“This is my investigation. I just wanted to stop by and check in,” Bud replied. He looked at Wendall. “And you will keep me up to date on what’s going on here.” With that, he left the house and slammed the door on his way out.
“Well, that was helpful,” Dalton said with a raise of his blond eyebrows.
“I sure hope somebody runs against him in the fall,” Allison replied.
The phone rang, and this time it was Dalton who indicated he was ready for her to answer. Knox saw the tremble in her fingers, the darkness of her eyes as she said hello.
“You have proof of life. Go to www.Cody.com.” The caller hung up.
“It was the same person,” Allison said as her gaze locked with his. “It was the same person who called here before.”
“Get your laptop,” he said, his stomach twisting in a thousand knots. A web page...he just couldn’t believe a drunk like Chad would have the capability to do such a thing.
“I’ve got it,” Dalton replied as he quickly opened his own laptop. “It will be better if we do this on mine.”
It had to be his mother, and Knox prayed that whatever was on the website would finally yield a clue. He’d find and arrest her and get his son back home. And she could rot in prison where she belonged for the rest of her life.
But before that could happen they had to see the web page. His heart boomed triple-time beats as he waited to see what Dalton pulled up.