Navy SEAL Surrender. Angi Morgan

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      “Now, Alicia, that’s not why the task force looked around and you know it. Shauna invited us to search all the property without a warrant.”

      “You know that in the media, I’ve already been found guilty of kidnapping my own daughter, but I’m not sure how I did it. I think of all the times I judged those mothers being crucified by the news stations. You never hear about them being found innocent. But I’ll take the blame, Sheriff. I’ll let them call me whatever they want to get Lauren home safely.”

      If she wasn’t so tired, she’d pace the carpet. Sitting and waiting was driving her crazy. Too exhausted to stand any longer, she fell into the chair and couldn’t stop the tears.

      Lauren was gone and there was no one to find her. The light pat on her back reminded her that the sheriff was politely waiting.

      “Alicia, you know that wasn’t me. I don’t think you’re using Lauren for publicity.”

      “I don’t know what to do, Ralph.” She needed to pull herself together one more time so he could leave. “Sorry I had to call you again, but I couldn’t get out of the hospital door with those vultures wanting a statement.”

      The press had hounded her, comparing her to a desperate, unstable woman. Implying she’d kidnapped her own little girl for the ransom. The local newspaper had made the first insinuations in their weekly editorial. Reporting that she was broke, unable to pay her bills because she was in the process of suing her sweet mother-in-law for Lauren’s trust fund.

      “It’s all so stupid crazy, Ralph. If anyone is hungry for cash, it’s Shauna. Everyone knows she married Dwayne’s dad for the money. Goodness, she was the same age as her stepson. She hated me in high school and especially hated me after I married Dwayne. Even more after Roy left everything in a trust to Lauren.”

      Another slow, awkward pat.

      Pull it together.

      “You should go. I’m fine. Really,” she finally managed.

      “Lock the doors, Alicia. I don’t think it’s safe.”

      She nodded, but if the kidnappers had wanted to kill her, it would have been much easier when they’d taken her baby. As it was, they were successfully framing her for their actions.

      “I mean it, girl. They may be back to finish what they started. You could have died from being locked in that car.”

      “I’m fine.” She feared her own neighbors more. That people she’d known all her life might take a mob mentality and throw bricks through her windows. Hadn’t that happened to a mother of another kidnapped little girl?

      “As long as you stay inside, you’ll be fine.” He patted her shoulder again, following with a little squeeze before heading to the door. “Lauren will be fine, too. We’ll find her. I promise you that.”

      “Without any idea where she’s been taken? Who’s really looking?”

      He dipped his head again, raised his hat to his head and stood on the outside of the screen, tapping the doorknob.

      Alone. No one to hold on to.

      Alicia dropped her face into her hands. “What am I going to do?”

      “Find someone without connections to the Webers,” he said through the glass, still waiting and pointing until she locked the door.

      The silence was deafening after his car pulled away. How many nights over the past three and a half years had she begged for a moment alone? With no responsibility? Each moment spent away from Lauren, she’d been working doubles at the hospital. And now? Just one sweet giggle asking for another drink of water. That was all she wanted to hear.

      She wiped more tears and stood straight. What she needed was money. Shauna had Lauren hidden somewhere. She watched the sheriff drive away and turned the dead bolt. Money would help her find her daughter.

      She had to break her promise and sell her dad’s Camaro. There was one person who might want it just as badly as she did.

      Johnny.

      * * *

      “YOU CAN’T AVOID this forever. I’ve already given him his meds. Next round is written on the schedule. He needs his exercises after lunch.” Brian grabbed his gym bag off the back porch and tossed it over his shoulder. “I’ve got to go.”

      “Where are you headed?” John asked, letting the screen slam behind him. He wanted Brian to answer the question instead of ignoring him like he had since he’d returned. Other than instructions about their dad, Brian hadn’t said anything except “pass the butter,” at breakfast. John’s brother worked from sunup till past midnight every day, breaking only for meals and to take care of their dad.

      And now he was taking off to go to “work” for four days?

      “All you need to know is written down. Since Alicia can’t be here, call Mabel if you need something.”

      “Shouldn’t we hire another nurse or a proper physical therapist?” His brother’s announcement last night that it was John’s turn to take care of their dad had thrown him for a loop. He had no training for this sort of duty.

      Helping his father—other than in and out of the wheelchair—wasn’t like facing down the enemy. But for some reason making a mistake scared him to death.

      “I won’t do that to Alicia. And neither will you.” Brian shook his head, adding to the disgust already plain on his face. “Truth is, we can’t afford it. Dad doesn’t have insurance. Alicia’s been coming by without payment until I get some cash. She insisted. I’ll pay her eventually, but I have to sell one of the mares. I’ve been having problems, since she’s in Dad’s name.”

      “I can pay. How much do you need?”

      “Keep your money.”

      “It’s for Dad,” John said, stopping before he spouted what he really thought about his brother’s pride.

      Things were a lot worse than John had imagined, but even then, his brother’s loyalty to Alicia wasn’t a battle he was willing to wage. Stick to Brian’s plan and negotiate peace when the time is right.

      “Four days. Then we’ll suffer through a discussion,” Brian grudgingly mumbled.

      The ranch and his dad were a different story. Brian couldn’t keep him from looking at the financials while he was gone to “work.”

      “I’m not sure of what to do with Dad.”

      “There’s a list of exercises on the stand next to his bed. It will give you a chance to talk to him without me around. You can complain all you want.” Brian shoved his hair off his face and pulled an old beat-up straw hat onto his head. “Mabel said she’s glad to help with Dad and is five minutes across the road.”

      “I remember where Mrs. Standridge lives. Why are you wearing Dad’s hat?” His brother shot him a look and stuffed the hat harder on his head. “You could drive the СКАЧАТЬ