Enemy Infiltration. Carol Ericson

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      “They’re fine. They hid, although the…kidnappers never made any effort to search the rest of the house for any other family members.”

      “Maybe they knew Mr. McGowan was out, and they didn’t want to harm the children.”

      “Maybe.” Lana slid a sideways glance at the officer. He’d already landed on his first suspect—the husband. She wouldn’t put it past Bruce to get rid of Dale to avoid the alimony, but not over a missing journal.

      As they reached the house, the other squad car pulled up beside them and another car roared in behind them. Jacobs exited his vehicle, his hand hovering over his service revolver on his hip as he turned to face the headlights of the oncoming car.

      Lana blew out a breath when the little rental squealed to a stop. “It’s okay. He’s a friend of mine.”

      Logan bolted from the car and swooped toward her. “Are you all right?”

      “I’m fine. Dale McGowan’s been kidnapped.” She leaned toward Logan. “How’d you know about this?”

      “I was in the lobby bar of my hotel and word spread like wildfire that there was trouble at the McGowan ranch.” He took both of her hands. “I’m sorry for Mrs. McGowan, but I’m glad it’s not you.”

      “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

      Logan squeezed her hands. “What does that mean?”

      “Stop! Don’t come any closer.” The officer’s voice cut through their conversation.

      Lana spun around to see the ranch hands, Humberto and Leggy, frozen in the white spotlight from the squad car, the kids clamped in front of them.

      She disentangled her hands from Logan’s. “These two men are with the ranch. I left them with the McGowan children at my house.”

      Both officers approached the ranch hands and when they’d determined the men knew nothing beyond what she’d told them, they dismissed them.

      Jacobs cupped his hand and gestured toward her. “Lana, take the kids into the house and sit with them while we question them. Someone was able to reach their father, and he’s on his way.”

      Taking a step back, she grabbed Logan’s sleeve. “I need my friend with me, too.”

      As she and Logan followed the officers and the kids to the McGowan house, Logan dipped his head to hers and whispered in her ear, “What’s going on? Do you have something more to tell me?”

      “Daniel, the boy, said the kidnappers were asking his mother about a journal.”

      Logan cursed softly. “Do the police know any of this yet?”

      “Not yet, but I’m gonna give ’em an earful.”

      The officers gently led Carla and Daniel through an account of what they heard and saw.

      Lana gave the kids encouraging smiles as her attention bounced between them and Logan as he wandered around the living room. He sauntered to the grand piano and picked up a framed photograph of Dale McGowan.

      He slowly turned toward her, clutching the picture in his hands. He pointed at her and then pointed to the picture of Dale, who could’ve been her sister.

      Lana nodded. Her resemblance to Dale had come in handy more than once.

      When Daniel got to his part of the story, correcting Carla about the word the kidnappers were repeating, Lana cleared her throat.

      Officer Jacobs glanced up. “Do you have something to add, Lana?”

      “I—I think I know what might have happened.” She twisted her fingers in front of her. How crazy was this going to sound? “I’m expecting a journal from my brother. H-he died overseas recently. If you know Dale McGowan, you know we look alike. I’m thinking this is a case of mistaken identity and Dale’s kidnappers were really after me…and my brother’s journal.”

      Jacobs blinked. “Why would anyone want your brother’s journal to the point of kidnapping and violence?”

      “I think it contains some classified information, or information certain people don’t want released.”

      Officer Zander, the female officer, pointed at Lana. “I saw you on the news tonight outside of Congressman Cordova’s office. You think this kidnapping is related to what you were talking about on TV?”

      Jacobs put a hand to his head as if she’d just ruined his case. “Lana…”

      The front door burst open and Bruce charged across the threshold. “Kids? Kids, are you okay?”

      Carla and Daniel broke away from the officers and ran at their father, who gathered both of them in his arms. Tears stung Lana’s nose and she rubbed the tip.

      Bruce pinned Jacobs with a hard stare over the top of Carla’s head. “They’re not hurt, are they? My wife’s scumbag associates didn’t hurt my children, did they?”

      “Your kids are fine, Bruce, shaken up.” Lana stood up, hands on her hips. “Where were you?”

      “Who are you, the detective on the case?” Bruce glared at her and shifted his gaze to Logan, his glare turning even icier.

      Jacobs stood up, nervously tapping his pencil against a notebook. “The kids ran to Lana’s house, Mr. McGowan. She called 911 and made sure they were safe. Are you saying your wife had…associates who would kidnap her?”

      “It could all be a ruse.” Bruce sliced one hand through the air. “Maybe Dale thought this would be a good way to spend a few days away from her home and children.”

      “Are you done with the kids, Officer Jacobs? Maybe they should go to bed.” Lana shot Bruce a hard look and ran her finger across her throat.

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