The Unseen. Heather Graham

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СКАЧАТЬ her way here,” he told them. “Right now, she’s a missing person. She was driving in. Neither she nor her Honda has been seen since she stopped at a gas station near the county line. I brought the problem to Jackson’s attention. Everything’s on those sheets I gave you.”

       Kelsey slipped hers inside the folder.

       “I spoke with your captain about this case, Raintree,” Jackson was saying. “And he invited us in.”

       Kelsey watched as Logan Raintree nodded curtly and headed toward the door.

       He paused and turned to face them. “What time are we going to the morgue?” he asked.

       “9:00 a.m.”

       “I’ll meet you there.”

       He left the room.

       “I’d like to hear the recording again, please,” Kelsey said.

       She found a chair at one of the empty desks and sat, listening as Jake replayed it. Once more she felt the strange chill, but along with the sense of fear and dread, she felt…

      A sense of something being oddly right. Not about the recording. About her. She might miss the water, miss home, miss being a Marshal, but she knew she could help on this case. And she wanted to.

       She held her folder with hands that seemed to freeze around it. When the recording finished, both men were watching her.

       “Nine?” she asked. She’d heard Jackson the first time. She’d just needed to say something.

       “Yes,” Jackson said. “I’ll pick you up at the Longhorn.”

       “One more thing.” Jake touched a key. The picture on the large computer screen changed.

       Another young woman of about twenty-five smiled out at her. She was wearing a tiara on sandy-colored hair.

       “That’s our missing girl,” he said. “Vanessa Johnston. Last year’s Miss Maple Queen of Montpelier, Vermont.”

       Kelsey rose. “I’ll have these read by tomorrow and be completely up to speed,” she told Crow. “I’m in, provided you still want this team to exist if Raintree opts out.”

       She was surprised when Crow smiled grimly. “He’ll be at the morgue tomorrow, and he won’t opt out.”

       Kelsey decided not to answer. Raintree hadn’t looked as if he planned to agree. Not in her opinion, anyway.

       But then, maybe she was better at understanding the dead than the living.

       “Good afternoon,” she said. And she left the two men, still feeling the same sense of dread.

       And the same sense of purpose.

      * * *

       Logan drove straight to his own office. Others greeted him as he walked through the main room, both those sworn in as Texas Rangers and civilians busy at other tasks. The world hadn’t changed for any of them; they waved at him, smiled, chatted. He went to Captain Aaron Bentley’s office, tapped on the door, but walked in without waiting for an answer. Bentley was on the phone. He was a big man with snow-white hair, as rugged-looking as any man who’d ever run a Texas Ranger division.

       Bentley seemed to be expecting him. He lifted a hand in greeting and ended his conversation.

       “What the hell did you send me into, sir?” Logan demanded.

       “Sit down,” Bentley told him. Logan stood there stiffly for a minute, then sighed and took the chair in front of Bentley’s desk. “Sir—”

       “Oh, don’t ‘sir’ me,” Bentley said. “We’ve been together too long for that.”

       “I’ve been good at my job,” Logan said.

       “You have.”

       “So…”

       “So, I’m trying to get you onto a team where you can really be of service. Is that going to be on the Texas level or on the national level?” Bentley murmured. “I had to ask myself where you could do the most good, Logan. And if I’m honest, it’s with this new team. Your instincts have helped us in hundreds of cases. You have the sort of mind that reads others, and you’ve predicted the course of a perp’s actions a dozen times. I thought we’d lost you after Alana died, but you headed out to that rock you love so much and your grandfather’s place, and you came back stronger. I’d like to keep you, but when the request comes down from the top of the food chain, you do what you need to do.”

       “I’m told I have a choice.”

       “You do. You have time to think about this.”

       “What time? Captain, do you know what’s been going on? And if I’m so damned good at this kind of thing, why the hell didn’t I know?”

       “The FBI has just shared its information,” Bentley said. “We’re in process of analyzing it, and supplying them with whatever info we can find. Every law enforcement agency in the area will be on the hunt now. But, Logan, you…”

       Bentley’s voice trailed off. Bentley’s voice never trailed off. Logan knew they were both thinking about the same thing—what had happened with Alana.

       “The Rangers have changed over the years, Raintree,” Bentley said, recovering his voice. “We’re a true law enforcement agency under the Texas Department of Safety. You know as well as I do that we’re actually older than Texas as a republic, a state, a Confederate state and a U.S. state again. Hell, when Stephen Austin organized Rangers to protect the frontier while the Anglos were first moving in, we were frontier guards, and that was our business for a long time. Then we battled the Mexican government, and the Native American tribes, and the outlaws. We kept peace on the frontier until there was no more frontier. We had our valiant moments in the sun, and we were some of Zachary Taylor’s finest troops in the Mexican-American war. At times we also acted like a law unto ourselves. Those days are over—for all their brilliance. We’re a respected law enforcement agency. We serve a higher god, you might say. And that’s the thing, Logan. No matter how you look at it, we’re part of the greater good.”

       He had neatly sidestepped the real conversation.

       Alana.

       Logan remained silent.

       “Logan, the feds have way more power than I can ever have or give,” he said in a resigned voice. “And this team the government wants to set up—it has a direct connection to the most powerful law enforcement men in the country. Anything that can be done within constitutional limits will be done. Warrants achieved at all hours of the day or night. In any city, any state of the Union. The right to cross geographical boundaries to chase the truth. I’ve heard that the man responsible for creating these teams has the White House on speed dial. But more than that, Logan, they have what you need, and you have what they need.”

      He had what they needed.

       Sitting there, he suddenly felt defeated. Nothing seemed real. He’d been pretending that his life could return to normal. Playing at being a good Ranger, following the clues, СКАЧАТЬ