Colton Baby Rescue. Marie Ferrarella

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      Lightning all but flashed from the man’s eyes as he glared at his son and the three men Finn had brought with him. Especially since one of them was holding on to a large German shepherd.

      Judson eyed the dog warily. “We raised you better than this, boy,” he snapped at Finn indignantly.

      “I’m sorry if you’re offended,” Finn told his father formally. “But this is police business. Murder isn’t polite,” he added grimly. He and his men had been at this all day. It was nighttime now and he was too tired to treat his father and stepmother with kid gloves.

      “Murder?” Joanelle Colton cried, pressing her well-manicured hand against her chest as if trying to hold a heart attack at bay. “This isn’t about that man who was found dead outside of that horrid bar, is it?” Finn’s stepmother looked from him to Carson. “What does any of that awful business have to do with us, Finn?”

      “That’s what we’re here to find out,” Finn answered patiently.

      Serena had a feeling she knew exactly why they were here.

      * * *

      Carson glanced at the chief. Because this was Finn’s family, he needed to absent himself from the immediate search of the house. If there was anything—or anyone—to be found, the chief wouldn’t want that to be compromised in a court of law.

      “Dan, Jack and I’ll search the property,” Finn told his father and stepmother. “Detective Gage is going to search the house.” He nodded at Carson.

      “Search the house?” Joanelle echoed in stunned disbelief. “Search the house for what?” she added indignantly.

      But Finn and the two officers he had brought with him had already left the house to start their search.

      Taking his cue, Carson, warrant in hand, quickly hurried up the stairs with Justice leading the way.

      “Search the house for what?” Judson repeated more forcefully as he followed Carson and his K-9.

      “Demi Colton or any sign of her, sir,” Carson answered just as he and Justice came to the landing.

      He stopped dead when he saw Serena standing there, holding her baby in her arms. At that moment, totally against his will, he was transported to another time and place in his life. He was back in the hospital hallway where a solemn-faced doctor was telling him that he had done everything he could to save her, but Lisa, his girlfriend, had just died giving birth to their daughter. A daughter who wound up dying the following day.

      Carson felt an ache form in the pit of his stomach, threatening to consume him even as it undid him.

      He struggled to bury the memory again and regain control over himself, just as he had done when his loss had occurred. He’d learned that 99 percent of surviving was just remembering to breathe and put one foot in front of the other.

      His voice was gruff and cold as he told the woman standing there, “If you’re hiding Demi Colton, now is the time for you to speak up.”

      On the stairs behind him, Judson cried, “Demi Colton?” He almost laughed out loud at the detective who worked for his son. “You’re looking for Demi here? Hell, you look all you want, but I can tell you that you’re wasting your time. You won’t find that woman here.”

      “If you don’t mind, sir,” Carson answered stiffly, “I’d like to check for myself.”

      “Then go ahead and do it, but do it quickly,” Finn’s father warned. “And see that you don’t disturb my daughters any more than you already have. Do I make myself clear, boy?”

      “I’d prefer ‘Detective,’” Carson replied. Judson Colton merely glared, then turned and went back downstairs.

      Finn’s stepmother had another sort of complaint to register with him. “Must you bring that mangy creature into my house?” She looked disdainfully at Justice. The canine was straining at his leash.

      “Justice is part of the police department, ma’am, same as the rest of us,” Carson informed the woman without missing a step.

      Rather than cringing or stepping aside, he saw a slight smile grace Serena Colton’s lips as she looked down at Justice.

      “My father’s right, you know. You’re wasting your time,” Serena told him. “I haven’t seen her since yesterday. Demi’s not here.”

      “I need to verify that for myself,” Carson told her shortly. “Why don’t you go downstairs and wait with the rest of your family?” he suggested.

      Carson could feel Judson Colton watching his every move.

      “I’d rather stay up here, thank you,” Serena answered. “She didn’t do it, you know,” she told Carson. “Demi’s not capable of killing anyone.”

      Serena was entitled to her opinion, he thought, even though it was naive. “You’d be surprised what people are capable of if they’re pushed hard enough,” Carson told her.

      “There is a limit,” Serena insisted.

      “If you say so,” he replied, complete disinterest in his voice.

      His attention was focused on Justice who was moving around Serena’s room with growing agitation. Suddenly, Justice became alert and ran up to the walk-in closet. He began pawing at the door.

      Carson looked over his shoulder at Serena, disappointment clearly registering on his face. “Not here, huh?”

      “No, she’s not,” Serena insisted, crossing the room to her closet.

      Carson waved her back. Taking out his weapon, he pointed it at the closet door and then threw it open. Justice ran in and immediately nosed the hot-pink sweater on the closet floor. The German shepherd moved the sweater over toward his master.

      Picking it up, Carson held the sweater aloft and looked accusingly at Serena.

      “I said I saw her yesterday,” Serena pointed out. “Demi must have dropped her sweater here when I wasn’t paying attention. I never said she wasn’t here yesterday, only that she’s not here now—and she isn’t,” Serena insisted.

      Drawn by all the commotion and the headlights from the police vehicles when they drove to the house, Serena’s brother Anders, who lived in a cabin on the property and worked as the Double C foreman, came into his sister’s bedroom.

      “Serena’s right. Demi was here at the house yesterday afternoon, but she left and she hasn’t been back since. Trust me, I can’t abide that little bounty hunter, and I’d tell you if she was here. But she’s not,” Anders said with finality.

      “And neither one of you would know where she went or might consider going if she was running from the police?” Carson pressed.

      Serena and her brother answered his question in unison.

      “No.”

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