Agent Daddy. Alice Sharpe

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      “Not just social,” Colby said, his voice sobering. “It’s about Neil Roberts.”

      Trip frowned. “What about him? He’s rotting away in jail.”

      “No. He got away during a prison transfer last night. Killed an officer in the process. Given your past relationship with this man, I wanted to give you a heads-up.”

      Special Agent in Charge Timothy Colby wasn’t the kind to overreact. The fact he felt it prudent to issue a warning went a long way with Trip. “Is there any word Roberts is headed in this direction?”

      “Not exactly, but he escaped on his way to Pelican Bay Penitentiary, down in California. All that stands between you and him is the state of Oregon.”

      Trip glanced back at his nephew again. The baby had snagged Trip’s beloved Stetson and was putting his new teeth to work gnawing on the brim. “What are you doing to get him back?”

      Colby detailed the combined police and FBI efforts to recapture Roberts and promised to stay in touch. They disconnected just as Trip took the exit into Shay.

      The grammar school was on the other side of town and traffic was a mess—made more harrowing by frantic Christmas shoppers with less than two weeks left. Trip drove with extra caution, knowing he was distracted by Colby’s news.

      Neil Roberts on the loose. Neil Roberts, the scum of the earth, the sludge beneath the mud. Trip didn’t want the brute within a thousand miles of his niece and nephew, or anyone else for that matter.

      Another glance in the rearview mirror revealed Colin had dropped the hat and was revving up for a new tirade. Not only was Trip running late, he was bringing a sibling to a meeting with his niece’s new teacher—even Trip knew that was bad form. There wasn’t a thing he could do about it, since the babysitter hadn’t shown up or answered her phone. He’d kept his eyes peeled for her broken-down heap beside the road as he drove into town, but he hadn’t seen it.

      He pulled into the parking lot twenty minutes late, grabbed his hat and the baby and dashed through the rain to the front office. A few minutes later he had a visitor’s pass and directions to the afternoon kindergarten. Happy to be out of the car seat, Colin hung on to Trip’s collar, his small legs clenched tight around Trip’s torso, making little excited noises as they hurried.

      The kindergarten was off by itself at the end of a long hall. When Trip finally reached the door, he paused to catch his breath and peer into the classroom.

      This close to Christmas break, the room was festooned with chains of colored paper and hanging snowflakes. Toy-cluttered shelves rimmed the perimeters, easels stood ready for young Picassos. Children’s books were scattered across a circular rug in the middle of the room, and a fuzz ball in a cage next to the window gave a small exercise wheel a workout.

      No teacher, no Noelle. Now what?

      Part of him wanted to slink away. He was sure the teacher would have “suggestions” to fix whatever she thought he was doing wrong with Noelle, and he was just as sure he didn’t want to hear them. This was a new teacher, barely here two weeks, a replacement for the last teacher who had left when her husband fell ill. That teacher had bombarded him with unsolicited advice.

      Colin grabbed at a painting pinned to the wall and ripped off a corner, stuffing it into his mouth with lightning speed. As Trip rescued the rest of the painting from sure destruction and pried the paper out of Colin’s mouth, the baby squealed—he might be small, but he had a mind of his own and the lungs to back it up.

      At the sound of Colin’s cry, Trip detected movement in the back of the room and watched as a woman seated at a desk he hadn’t noticed before raised her head from her folded arms. She looked around blankly, blinking a few times until her gaze fastened on him and Colin. Like a shot, she was on her feet, speaking before she’d taken a step, straightening her ruffled white blouse, patting her hair, smiling.

      “Mr. Tripper? Hello, welcome, I’m Ms. Bishop—Faith Bishop. I’m sorry, I…well, it looks like I nodded off.”

      At the sound of her voice, Colin swiveled in Trip’s arms to face her, his noisy protest dissolving into a drooly grin and a series of coos.

      At six foot three inches, Trip was used to towering over people, but this woman was truly petite, small-boned and delicate. She had a heart-shaped face, clear blue eyes, a delicate nose and surprisingly full lips. Wavy tendrils of wheat-blond hair escaped a little knot at the nape of her neck. Tiny silver earrings, no ring on any finger, slim hands, silver watch. He detected a slight limp, barely noticeable. He placed her in her midtwenties.

      As she neared, the overhead fluorescent lights illuminated three or four fading scars on the left side of her face. He realized he’d been staring when her hand flew to her cheek, fingers barely grazing the scars before continuing on to push a few strands of hair behind her ear. It looked like a subconscious and recurring gesture.

      Meanwhile, Colin was becoming increasingly hard to keep hold of, as he wiggled and kicked and stretched tiny arms toward the teacher. The cries morphed into squeaks of delight and anticipation as she stopped a foot or so away.

      “You have to be Colin,” she said to the baby. “Your big sister told me all about you.”

      Trip wondered what else Noelle talked about. She was pretty quiet around him, though he was beginning to sense a slight thaw.

      The woman took the baby’s hands in hers and smiled up at Trip. “It’s very nice to meet you, too. Thank you for coming in.”

      Colin had almost squirmed his way into her arms by now, and laughing, she took his weight. “Persistent little guy, isn’t he?”

      “You have no idea.” Taking off his hat and running his fingers through his short hair, he added, “I’m sorry we’re late. The babysitter didn’t show up.”

      “Oh, that’s okay,” she said as she gently disengaged Colin’s hands from her hair. She peeled the baby’s damp jacket off of him and dropped it on a pint-size chair.

      “She’s usually pretty conscientious,” he added, determining at that moment to swing by Gina’s place on the way home and make sure she hadn’t taken ill. “I know I’m not supposed to bring another child to a meeting, either, but there wasn’t a choice.”

      “It’s not a problem,” she said. “Let’s go back to my desk and talk about Noelle.” Effortlessly hitching Colin on her right hip, she led the way to her desk. For a small woman with a limp, she had a great walk, enhanced by the snug fit of her trousers and the way her blouse nipped in at the waist.

      “Where is my niece?” he asked as he took off his leather jacket and hooked it on the back of a chair at the side of her desk. Sitting down, he crossed Levi’s-clad legs, and perched his rain-speckled hat on his knee.

      “I sent her to the library with an aide.” She scooped up a few plastic shapes and scattered them in front of Colin. The baby squealed in delight as he pounded his hands and scattered them.

      “You’re sure good with kids,” he said.

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