Into Thin Air. Mary Ellen Porter

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       ONE

      It was a passing glimpse, no more. A young teen walking slowly along the edge of the darkening side street, a violin case tucked in the crook of her arm, her face illuminated by her cell phone screen as she furiously texted, aware of nothing but the phone in her hand.

      The van made even less of an impression, the driver all but invisible as the vehicle passed Laney Kensington’s Jeep Wrangler.

      Both should have been easy to ignore, but they nagged at Laney’s mind—made the hair on the back of her neck prickle. Laney told herself it was just her imagination getting the best of her—but she couldn’t simply drive on.

      Call it intuition, call it divine intervention—Laney called it never wrong.

      She’d never ignored it on a search. She wouldn’t ignore it now.

      She glanced in the rearview mirror, pulse jumping as the van swung a wide U-turn and headed back toward the girl. Laney did the same, stepping on the gas, her Jeep surging forward.

      The slowing van closed in on the girl. She finally looked up, eyes widening as a figure jumped out and sprinted toward her. The violin dropped from her arms and she tried to run.

      Too little, too late.

      The man was on her in a flash, hand over her mouth, dragging her toward the van. In seconds they’d be gone. One more child missing. One more family broken.

      Not today. Not if Laney could help it.

      Although it had been years since she’d last prayed, Laney found herself whispering a silent plea to God, begging Him for help that deep down she knew would never come. She’d learned a long time ago that the only one she could depend on was herself.

      Putting her trust anywhere else was just too risky.

      The van was right in front of her, and there was only one thing Laney could think to do to stop the kidnapping. She braced for impact, ramming the front of the van with her Jeep in the hope of disabling it. In the back seat, Murphy yelped at the jarring stop; there was no time to comfort the dog.

      Leaping from the Jeep, Laney threw herself at the would-be kidnapper. His weight off-balance from the struggling child, he tumbled over. The girl went with him, her high-pitched scream piercing the still air. Laney snagged the girl’s hand, yanking her to her feet.

      “Run!” she shouted, but the kidnapper was on his feet again, snatching a handful of the girl’s shirt and dragging her back.

      “Back off!” he commanded, his voice chilling.

      Laney slammed into him again, this time with so much force they all fell in a tangled mass of limbs, pushing and grabbing and struggling. The kidnapper grunted as Laney kneed him in the kidney. His grip on the girl loosened, and Laney shoved her from the heap.

      But the kidnapper would not let his prey go without a fight. He reverse punched Laney, propelling her backward. She tumbled onto damp grass, her head slamming into hard earth. She had a moment of panic as blackness edged in. She could not lose consciousness. She willed herself up, lunging toward the struggling pair as they neared the van. Laney yanked the guy’s arm and slammed her foot into the back of his knee. He cursed, swinging around, the girl between them.

      “I said back off!” he growled, his dark eyes filled with fury, his hand clamped firmly over the girl’s mouth.

      Laney eased around so that she stood between him and the van. She saw that the girl was still fighting against his hold, but her efforts were futile. She met Laney’s eyes, the fear in her gaze something Laney knew she would never forget.

      It’s okay, Laney wanted to say. He’s not going to take you. I won’t let him.

      “Let her go,” Laney demanded.

      “I don’t think so.” The man glanced just beyond Laney’s shoulder, a cold smile curving his lips.

      The girl stilled, her eyes widening.

      Laney knew without even looking that someone was behind her.

      Her blood ran cold, but she turned, ready to fight as many people as it took for as long as she had to. Eventually, another car would come, someone would call the police, help would arrive. She just had to hold the kidnappers off long enough for that to happen.

      A shadowy figured jumped from the van’s open door. Laney had the impression of height and weight, of dark hair and cold eyes, but it was the gun that caught and held her attention. Although the gunman was shorter and more wiry than his stocky partner, the firearm in his hand made him far more lethal.

      “Don’t move,” he snapped, the gun pointed straight at Laney’s heart.

      Laney stopped in her tracks, hands in the air in a display of unarmed surrender.

      She wanted him to think she’d given up; she needed him off guard. She had to get the gun out of his hands, and she had to free the girl.

      “Get the kid in the van before someone else comes by,” the gunman ordered his accomplice.

      “What do we do with the woman?” the other man asked as he dragged the child around Laney, grunting and tightening his grip as the girl’s sneaker-clad foot caught his shin.

      “Get rid of her. She’s a loose end. No witnesses, remember?” The words were spoken with cold malice that sent a wave of fear up Laney’s spine.

      No cars coming, nothing to hide behind. No matter what direction Laney ran, a bullet could easily find her. If the girl was going to survive, if Laney was going to, the gunman СКАЧАТЬ