Forgotten Son. Linda Warren

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      “How did you know where to find me?”

      “A woman in the group gave me a clue. They call her Jezebel, but she’s not one of them. Buford said they found her wandering the streets and they gave her a home. They treat her like a slave.”

      “You have to get her out of there, too.”

      “I plan to, but right now you’re my top priority.”

      The words had a soft, sincere ring to them. She just wanted to keep hearing his voice.

      “So the Texas Rangers help the FBI?”

      “When they ask. The FBI was getting a lot of flak from Washington and they needed something done quickly. The sheriff knew I had investigated Buford before, so the FBI called me.”

      “And you agreed to go undercover?”

      “Yes.”

      “Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

      “Usually it’s my job to investigate, but I have personal reasons for wanting to get Amos Buford.”

      “Does he know you?”

      “No, I’d never met him until two days ago.”

      “Then…”

      “He killed someone I cared about.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      “It happened a long time ago.”

      She licked her cracked lips. “Was it a woman?”

      “Yes. My fiancée.”

      “Oh.”

      “His men grabbed her from the street because the bastard chose her to be his next wife.” Eli glanced at Caroline. “She wasn’t strong like you. She lasted two days in the room, then agreed to marry him. After a month, she managed to escape.”

      He took a long breath, hardly able to believe he was telling her this. But he couldn’t seem to stop. “Then I got the call. She was missing, and I found her not far from our ranch, in a ditch, strangled to death.”

      “Oh. I’m so sorry.” Caroline touched his arm. “Why isn’t Buford in jail?”

      “The police couldn’t prove anything. It was her word against theirs, and there was no evidence Ginny was ever in the compound. They never found a secret room like Ginny said there was.”

      “Ginny was her name?”

      He swallowed, struggling with his emotions. “Yes.”

      “Since Buford is free, I’m assuming they couldn’t prove he killed her, either.”

      “No. There wasn’t one shred of evidence, but the FBI were able to close down his camp. He just moved on to these hills, terrorizing other women.”

      “I don’t understand how that could happen,” Caroline said. “Why hasn’t the law done something?”

      “They will this time. Buford screwed up by kidnapping a congressman’s daughter.”

      “I’ve hated that title most of my life. Today it feels good.” Her gaze swung to the road. “My parents are probably very worried.”

      “Yes. Your father has posted a big reward for any information leading to your whereabouts.”

      “How is Colin, my fiancé, taking this?”

      “I don’t know. I haven’t heard anything about him.”

      She bit her lip. “We were having problems. He wanted to get married right away and I didn’t. Now I can’t remember exactly why I was against it. At thirty, a woman should be ready to get married.” She paused. “Are you married?”

      “No.”

      “I’ll be glad to see Colin.” She glanced at Eli. “Thanks to you, I will.”

      “I’m just doing my job, ma’am.”

      Blood trickled down the side of his face into his beard. She reached out with her bandaged hand to touch it.

      “You’ve scraped your face.”

      He wished she wouldn’t keep doing that—touching him. He had to keep this on a professional level, and when she touched his skin, he found that difficult. All he had to do, though, was close his eyes and see Ginny’s face, and everything was fine.

      “It’s nothing,” he murmured, trying not to pull away.

      She let it drop and he was glad. His arm was on fire, but he couldn’t let her see he was in pain.

      “It’s early, but the FBI is patrolling this road, so someone should be by soon.”

      She studied her bandaged hands. “I probably won’t see you again after they arrive.”

      “Probably not.”

      “I want to thank you again for getting me out of that place.”

      He shifted uncomfortably. “As I said, it’s my job.”

      “But you did it for Ginny, didn’t you?”

      “Yeah,” he admitted. “That bastard deserves to be put away for what he did to her and probably many other girls.”

      Caroline put both arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you, Eli.”

      Dammit. Did she have to keep doing that? He closed his eyes, but he couldn’t see Ginny. That scared him. It was the first time that had happened. He was just exhausted physically and mentally, he told himself. He had to hold on to Ginny, but all he could see and feel was Caroline Whitten.

      A hum in the distance was a welcome relief. He pulled away. “A car is coming. Stay put and I’ll check it out. Don’t stand on your feet.”

      He stood and walked to the edge of the road, recognizing the car immediately. It was Tuck. What the hell was he doing here? He had his own job to do. Then again, Eli was glad to see him.

      Tuck pulled over and jumped out.

      “Call the FBI and an ambulance,” Eli shouted.

      Tuck dashed into his car and was back in a minute. He stopped short when he took in Eli’s appearance, especially his bloody arm. “What happened to you?”

      “It’s a long story and I don’t have time to get into it.”

      “You found Ms. Whitten?”

      “Yes. She’s over here.” They walked toward the bushes.

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