Christmas Captive. Liz Johnson

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      Xavier began his interview in a calm voice. “I’m Julio Xavier. What’s your name?”

      The thug shook his head. He attempted to cross his arms but winced when he bumped his forearm. “I need to see a doctor. That guy broke my arm.”

      Amy shot Jordan a look, and he shrugged. He’d take the man—or any other—down again in a minute if he threatened Amy or Elaina.

      Xavier sucked on his long tooth. “First, you have to tell me your name.”

      The big man squinted hard, his eyes nearly disappearing in his round face. His bald head didn’t do anything except make his face look fatter.

      After a long staring contest, where the staff captain didn’t back down, the man said, “Dean.”

      “Is that a first name or a last?”

      Again, he stared like he was trying to figure out what Xavier wanted to hear. Jordan couldn’t stop his hands from rubbing together or force his feet to stand still. Not when there was another man out there, probably still looking for Elaina, and this man in front of him was answering none of the questions burning a hole in Jordan’s gut.

      Maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t doing the questioning because Jordan suddenly had patience for no one and nothing.

      Come on, man. Get it going.

      But the staff captain kept his pace slow and easy. “Is your first name Dean?”

      The man shook his head.

      “Your last?”

      Finally a nod. Now they were getting somewhere. Mr. Dean had half a name, and Xavier nodded to Cortero. “Look it up.”

      The security guard did as he was told, turning to the computer on the desk before him, his fingers making the keyboard clack. “First name?”

      The man in black responded with silence, long enough to make Jordan’s blood begin to boil. He shot a scowl into the cell, but it was Amy who spoke up.

      “Now.”

      One word. One syllable. It was all she needed.

      “Eric. Eric Dean.”

      Jordan couldn’t contain the smile that bubbled into place, and he shot Amy an approving nod as Cortero typed in the first name.

      “There’s no one by that name on the passenger manifest.”

      Amy drew in a quick breath. He could feel it more than hear it. And he was pretty sure they were thinking the same thing.

      This man had either lied about his name or found a back door onto the ship. With a gun.

      And he wasn’t alone. There was at least one other dangerous person working with him, and they were both working for someone else. But if there was a back entrance, there could be a whole lot more than that.

      “We’re going to need your fingerprints to confirm your identity,” Xavier said.

      But Eric shook his head. Hard. He looked like a five-year-old refusing to go to bed. “I’ll wait to see the doctor first. And then I’ll wait for the local authorities in St. Thomas.”

      His words were straightforward and clear, but something about his expression made Jordan’s skin crawl. He wasn’t scared or upset, or even resigned to his fate. He seemed to be suppressing a smile at the thought that he’d ever have to face the consequences of his actions. Either he was a sociopath or he knew something that Jordan didn’t.

      Jordan guessed that when it came to this situation, there were a lot of things he didn’t know.

      And that didn’t sit well with him.

      Turning to Amy, he frowned, trying to figure out how to convince her that pressing Dean for answers was a dead end. But she beat him to it.

      “We’re not going to get anything out of him tonight,” she said. Then she looked right at Xavier. “Will you call me if he gets talkative?”

      He nodded, and she strode toward the exit. As she walked out into the hallway, Jordan waved at Xavier and chased her down. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

      * * *

      Amy didn’t have the energy left to fight with Jordan about where she was going or why. In fact, all she really wanted to do was crash in her bed and sleep until this night was nothing but a bad dream.

      But that wasn’t an option.

      So she stopped and put her hands on her hips, looking way up into his face. “I’m going to talk with Michael. Because whoever this Dean guy is, he was serious about finding Elaina. If someone’s after her, it’s got to be because of Michael. And anyone with the audacity to try to kidnap an ambassador’s daughter isn’t going to stop after one failed attempt.”

      Her stomach clenched as she spoke the words aloud.

      It was one thing to know they were true. Another entirely to speak them.

      Jordan didn’t look surprised in the least, and his brown eyes only turned darker. “Then I guess we better find their new room.”

      He said it casually, as though they were stuck together, and she couldn’t help but blurt out the truth. “You can go, you know. Get some rest. It’s late. It’s been a long night, and this isn’t your problem. I’ll be fine.”

      He shrugged, not bothering to reply to her dismissal. “Let’s swing by the captain’s office to get their new suite number.”

      She frowned but didn’t have any choice except to follow him, racing to keep up with his long strides.

      “I’ll handle it. She’s my responsibility.”

      His eyebrows bunched together as he stared at her. “What about her dad? Isn’t she his responsibility?”

      Amy’s chest tightened, her hands drawing into fists. How could she possibly explain that while she loved her brother-in-law and understood that he had an important job, lately he’d been breaking promises to his daughter and missing family dinners. She knew he cared deeply for Elaina, but he was neglecting her, all the same. Maybe Amy saw it because she knew the signs. Because she’d lived through it. But she wasn’t eager to parade the pain of her own childhood, so she squared her shoulders and clarified, “She’s my niece. And I won’t let anything happen to her.”

      Jordan stopped short, and she nearly bumped into him. He faced her and bent until they were practically nose-to-nose. “Neither will I.”

      And as though that closed the door on any argument, he began walking again. She had to run to catch up. But there was a piece of her—infinitely small—that smiled at his announcement. She’d rather have a partner in this than not. Jordan wasn’t the partner she’d have chosen—but when it came to her niece’s safety, she’d take any СКАЧАТЬ