Shattered Secrets. Jane M. Choate

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      He didn’t want to scare her. At the same time he needed to make her realize that kidnappings and ransom drops rarely, if ever, went smoothly. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into. He’d do whatever he had to in order to protect her. It was time she accepted that.

      Olivia reached for his hand, nails biting into his palm. Visceral shock leached the color from her face until her skin appeared almost translucent.

      “I’m sorry, Sal. You came all this way and I barely even thanked you.”

      “It’s all right. But don’t try to send me away again. Whether you admit it or not, you need me.”

      “You’re right.” She twisted a strand of hair. “That’s one thing I resented about you. You’re always right.”

      Had he been right two years ago when he’d walked away from Olivia and what they had together?

      At the time, he’d been sure it was the right thing to do. He’d left for a reason. That reason still held. His past was pockmarked with pain and despair. He couldn’t inflict that upon someone as full of light and love as Olivia.

      He couldn’t focus on the past. Not now. They had to find Chantry. Both instinct and experience told him the kidnapping was more than a simple snatch-and-grab for money. If that had been the case, Olivia would have already received a ransom demand. Instead, the kidnappers were toying with her, trying to rattle her into making a mistake.

      He had to convince her that she couldn’t blindly give in to their demands. He’d keep her safe, whether or not she agreed to it. His sense of duty and honor, drilled into him during his years in Delta, demanded that. Though he’d left the military behind, he hadn’t left the essence of it in the mountains of Afghanistan. It was in his blood, his pores, his heart.

      He wouldn’t have it any other way.

      When Olivia and Sal arrived at the office, the receptionist greeted them and pointed to a box. “Ms. Hammond, a package arrived for you.”

      Before Olivia could take the package, he stopped her. “Let me.” He withdrew a pair of thin protective gloves from his pocket and donned them. If there were any fingerprints or DNA on the box, he didn’t want to disturb them.

      “You think this—” she gestured to the box “—is from the kidnappers?”

      “I think there’s a strong possibility.” He looked about the reception area. So far only the receptionist was here, but other workers would probably soon arrive. “Do you want to take this into your office?” Inside her office with the door locked, Sal didn’t let go of the package.

      She held out her hands. “I’ll do it.”

      He shook his head. “There could be a bomb inside. Probably not. But we have to have it checked.”

      Her nod indicated reluctant agreement.

      Sal made a call to a friend still in uniform, explained the situation. Within ten minutes, an explosives expert arrived and told them to wait outside. A short time later, the man gave the all clear.

      “No bomb. Something else.” He pushed aside wrapping paper.

      Inside lay a severed finger.

      * * *

      Sal and his friend exchanged a grim look. “I don’t know what you’re dealing with here, Sal, old buddy,” the man said, “but you’d better get some help.” With that, he left.

      Olivia barely registered the conversation. She could only stare. The gasp that escaped her lips was filled with revulsion. She’d expected something like this, but the reality was worse. A lot worse.

      “It’s Calvin’s.”

      “You sure?”

      She nodded. “I recognize the ring. He bought it a few months back. We had just won a big case and he wanted to celebrate.” She frowned. “I remember mentioning that it wasn’t his style. Calvin said something about maybe I didn’t know everything there is to know about him. Then he laughed and patted my hand.” She squeezed her eyes shut against the memory.

      Sal studied the box with its grisly contents. “The ruby looks real,” he said of the large stone set in the pinky ring.

      “Calvin would never have had a fake. Real or nothing, he used to say.”

      “We don’t have a choice anymore,” Sal pointed out. “We have to take this to the police. It’s evidence of a crime.”

      Of course he was right. She was an officer of the court. If she didn’t turn the finger and ring over to the police, she was guilty of committing a crime. But what of Calvin?

      Obviously the kidnappers had eyes on her. What she did now could sign his death warrant, but doing nothing wouldn’t bring him back, either. She was caught between two untenable choices. The weight of indecision was crushing.

      Calvin’s screams remained fresh in her memory. How was she supposed to agree to taking the box to the police when she could still hear his cries in her mind? A hard fist tightened in her belly at the acceptance that she was to blame.

      “You’re doing it again. Blaming yourself.”

      How did he know? She feigned ignorance, not wanting to admit that he knew her so well.

      “You’re blaming yourself for what happened to your boss. Don’t fall into that trap. You’ll never get free.” Sal skimmed a finger along her jaw. “You might be able to hide your feelings from others, but not from me. Your expression gives you away every time.”

      When she started to put her hands to her cheeks, he stopped her. “Don’t try to hide. Not from me.”

      Deliberately, she backed away from him and the touch that could still turn her inside out.

      She knew she was putting off the inevitable, and she hated the fact that she felt cowardly for doing so. She’d never been one to shirk from her responsibility, but now...now she didn’t know where her duty lay.

      “The sooner the police start processing this, the better.” Sal stood, grabbed her hand, squeezed. “Right now, we’re operating in the dark. We don’t know who’s doing this. We don’t know what they want. We need something, anything, to give us a handle on this.”

      She needed the wisdom of Someone wiser than herself. Lord, please help me make the right decision. I can’t afford to make a mistake.

      The silent prayer afforded her a measure of peace.

      “Okay,” she said, reluctance drawing out the two syllables. “We take this to the police.”

      “You’re doing the right thing.”

      Was she? She didn’t know.

      Olivia looked up at Sal, not surprised to find his eyes flat and dark. He was all Delta at the moment. Good. She had a feeling she was going to need his special set of skills and training.

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