In Safe Hands. Linda Conrad

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      She decided to approach this from another direction. “I’m really sorry to have to tell you this, but I’m sure your brother was the one killed in the auto accident late last spring. He was using the name John Sheridan and he and his wife had been living in Alexandria, Virginia.”

      Shaking his head, Colin leaned forward and spoke with quiet danger in his voice. “In the first place, my brother wasn’t married, as I said before. And second, how could you possibly connect a man named John Sheridan to my brother and then to me?” Not waiting for an answer, he plowed ahead. “I owe you a huge thanks for getting me out of that room, Maggie, and I’m grateful for your efforts at natural healing on my behalf. But what’s the truth of why you sought me out? What aren’t you telling me?”

      She fought to get control of the conversation. “Look, I’m sure of my facts. You’ve been searching for your brother, haven’t you? Why don’t you tell me what you’ve learned already, and than we can compare what we know. I think what I know will hold up to whatever you have.”

      Colin had to admit that she’d saved his life. And if she had actually wanted him dead, there’d been plenty of opportunities to do the deed. But it was the vulnerable look in her eyes that finally got him this time.

      What did he have to lose? “All right. Fine.” He winced as she dabbed the poultice on his open wound. “I’ve discovered my brother was recruited by SIS, the British Secret Intelligence Service, while I was overseas at war.”

      That idea still troubled Colin. Had John gone into covert work in an effort to impress him? Perhaps to get his attention?

      Focusing on the present, he went on, “A couple of years ago John participated in an international, interagency sting in Mexico. The mission was to infiltrate the Mexican drug trade, one organization in particular. But then the sting went sour and John disappeared.”

      Colin caught his breath and watched Maggie’s expression as he finished the story. “It’s taken me months to get a line on what happened to him, to assure myself that he wasn’t murdered in Mexico. A contact in your state department let me know that John had been threatened, yes, but he’d escaped. Someone, a shadowy figure and difficult to find, knew of his whereabouts. That was the man I expected to meet, when you arrived instead—and the shooting started.”

      Maggie’s eyes went wide. “I came only because I needed to ask how you feel about…”

      Halting her stumbling words, Maggie worried that she’d already said too much in the wrong way, so she began again. “After we…um…buried the Sheridans and I took in their child, I made every attempt to locate relatives, however distant. I searched the Internet for months. Even the rental car agency records were of little help. I found out that the Sheridans had rented a townhouse in Alexandria about a year ago, but their neighbors don’t remember much about them.”

      “Go on,” he urged impatiently, while she gulped in a breath.

      “Their licenses and the baby’s birth certificate were registered there, but that seems to be where the trail begins and ends. It’s like they appeared out of thin air a year ago.” She sighed heavily. “So, while I was searching, I became their child’s foster mother. Your niece’s foster mother. How would you feel about…I mean…”

      Her words died in her throat. She was too scared to ask.

      “You still haven’t said how you connected…”

      “You to John Sheridan?” She refused to think of the consequences and plowed ahead. “Witchcraft. My Abuela Lupe helped me. She possesses crystals that see things hidden to others, and she knows how to use their special powers. We weren’t looking for people so much as a specific location of the nearest relative.”

      Forcing herself to make eye contact, she continued, “That’s how I knew where to find you. I’m sorry to be the bearer of such sad news.”

      Colin lifted the corners of his mouth in what could be either the ghost of a smile or a grimace. “Say for the moment that I…uh…buy into your witchcraft and crystal story, I still don’t understand why a woman who appears—” he waved his hand at her “—as reasonable as you let herself be persuaded to come all this way based on crystals.”

      “I believe in my grandmother’s magic absolutely. Besides that, now that I’ve seen you, I’m totally convinced you’re the baby’s uncle.”

      “Why?”

      “You both have a very distinctive eye color. That clear ice-blue is not something I’ve seen before.”

      Colin looked uncomfortable about more than just the bandage she’d applied. “So I’ve been told. But it’s not enough to assure me the child and I are related by blood. I wish for your sake it was.”

      This was getting them nowhere. Exhaustion was overtaking them both, making compromise—or even clear thought—impossible.

      “Sleep for now,” she whispered. “We’ll talk about it more when you’re rested. I won’t let any harm come to you. Trust me.”

      “I don’t trust easily, Maggie,” Colin said as he lay back. “But I will sleep. Then when I awake, we’ll have the rest of our questions asked and answered. Count on it.”

      Sunlight streamed down the air shaft outside the hotel room window. Maggie had no idea how long she’d been asleep. Last night, she’d curled up in the overstuffed, ugly, flower-print chair, watching over a sleeping Colin until her eyelids grew too heavy to prop open.

      She cast a sleepy glance toward the mussed-up bed and sat up. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Colin was gone.

      Holy moly. He must have slipped out while she was asleep. But why? She was fairly sure that she’d cured his wounds, but they hadn’t finished talking about his brother—and more important to her, about the baby.

      Jumping up, she checked the room. Colin’s things were missing, too. Darn. She couldn’t just leave and go home to Emma. Colin knew where she lived. He could show up on her doorstep any day and demand she turn over his niece.

      Maggie knew what she needed to do. She had to find him. Had to make him agree—in writing—to leave the baby with her for good. She went to her pack and pulled out her grandmother’s crystal, the one that could locate people.

      She’d never tried this by herself before. Had never needed to. But this time, as she peered into the glass and focused her mind on finding Colin, the murky depths of the crystal began to clear and images began to form.

      A shaft of panic slowly rose up through her spine as she saw Colin’s silhouette in a back booth of a darkened bar. His eyes were trained toward the front door as if he were waiting for someone.

      But then another vision came into view in the crystal. A man, hunched into a trench coat, approached the restaurant’s back door. He slid his hand down into the coat pocket and withdrew a gun.

      No!

      Maggie grabbed her backpack and raced out the door and down the hotel’s stairs. Her mind knew the way to go, and it was clear she had to go now.

      But would she be in time to save his life?

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