Whispers Under A Southern Sky. Joanne Rock

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      Bailey frowned. Megan looked interested, though.

      “Really?” Megan took a seat beside her friend. Her hands were covered in henna tattoos and...was that a saltshaker around her neck?

      “I’d up the pay accordingly.” His savings were fairly substantial, as he’d invested all his early earnings in Zach’s digital security firm, which had gone on to be extremely successful. “Plus, if you shared the duties sometimes and split them other times, it would ensure I’d have at least one of you available more often.” He liked the idea more and more with a big case to investigate and limited hours to devote to it.

      Bailey looked interested now, too; the girls exchanged sidelong glances while Sam explained his schedule and Aiden’s.

      Something about the silent give-and-take between the girls brought back a memory from his last summer in Heartache. When he’d asked Amy to ditch the last day of school with him, she’d been in the school parking lot with Gabriella. Amy had met Gabby’s eyes. Later, he’d learned that look had meant that Gabby would cover for her with the teachers. Who knew so much could be communicated in a glance?

      Lifting the blanket shading one side of the playpen, he showed off his son and took a moment’s satisfaction out of seeing how quickly the boy sealed the deal. The girls were smitten. But then, that only led him to wonder why his son’s mother couldn’t have been equally charmed. He hated that for Aiden.

      “This all sounds good, Mr. Reyes.” Bailey straightened from the playpen and bit her lip. “But before you make any decisions, I want to be sure you know that my mother is Tiffany McCord.” She folded her arms tightly, meeting his gaze. “Just in case, you know, that’s a problem.”

      Her honesty about something that was obviously painful to admit notched his opinion of her higher.

      “It’s not. I could have never become a cop if the mistakes of my birth family were held against me.” He flipped the cover back over the baby’s makeshift bed. “My foster family has taken in a lot of kids over the years, and the first thing they tried to knock into our heads was not to make judgments of each other based on anything other than our actions. Everyone deserves to earn their own reputation.”

      “I like that.” Bailey smiled.

      “Very cool,” Megan agreed.

      He wished he’d won over the other kids at Crestwood High as easily when he’d spoken to the student body last week. Maybe having more interactions with teens would help him figure out how to talk to them. Any one of them might be a potential witness, and he wasn’t going to overlook the chance for evidence again.

      Besides, having Megan Bryer and Bailey McCord nearby held appeal for his case. He’d interviewed Megan about the attempted kidnapping last month, but she hadn’t been able to give him many details since her captors hadn’t shown their faces.

      Bailey, meanwhile, was someone he’d hoped would come forward with information because she’d dated J.D. But so far she hadn’t offered any insider knowledge about her ex-boyfriend or his jailbird father.

      Since Megan had already given her deposition and Bailey seemed not to have any relevant info, he was comfortable employing them. His first priority was Aiden. Heartache wasn’t exactly a thriving metropolis with lots of options for caregivers.

      “I’m going to check these references.” He slid the folded sheet of paper Bailey had given him into the breast pocket of his jacket. “Megan, you’re welcome to submit some if you are still interested.”

      He watched them do more of the ESP thing, their gazes connecting.

      “I am.” Her ponytail bobbed as she nodded. “I can email them to you when I get home.”

      “Fair enough.” He reached to shake hands with each of them. “Thank you for stopping by. I’ll get back to you this week.”

      As they turned to leave, Sam retrieved his phone to check his messages. He added Megan and Bailey to the list of people for Zach’s background checks, typing their names into an email.

      Before he finished, a message flashed across the screen from an app he’d never used before, a program he didn’t recall downloading.

      Stop asking for victims to come forward. Your son’s safety is at stake.

      He read the message twice, his hand reaching for the top rail of the playpen instinctively. His blood chilled.

      What. The. Hell.

      Emotions surged, fear and fury leading the charge.

      But before he could forward it to Zach for analysis, the message vanished.

      Searching every conceivable screen and folder on the phone, Sam used his landline to call Zach.

      He picked up right away. “Chance.”

      “I just received a threat to Aiden on my cell. The message disappeared after I read it.”

      Zach swore. “Don’t touch anything on the phone. I’ll see if I can find it. Want me to pick it up, or are you coming into town?”

      “I’ll bring it to you.” He made up his mind as he pocketed the device. “I was going to drop off Aiden at my mother’s, but first I’m going to assign someone to watch her place. I’m not taking any chances with him.”

      “Of course. I’ll meet you at the town hall?”

      “Yes.” Sam clenched his fist to try to hold back the fury boiling just under his skin.

      That was his son they were talking about. A defenseless kid.

      He needed to speak to Amy Finley, and sooner rather than later. She might have reasons for keeping the past secret, but nothing was more important than this. Sam was going to learn the truth.

      * * *

      THE PAN OF brownies called to her. Again. Okay, for the fourth time.

      Amy set down her sledgehammer and swiped a hand under her hard hat to mop the dampness from her forehead. She’d removed her first wall in the hunting cabin today, merging two small sleeping spaces into one normal-size bedroom.

      Soon she’d work on tearing down the metaphorical walls in her life—the ones that kept her from reuniting with her family. But for now, she felt good to have tackled the literal variety. Plus she hadn’t turned the police scanner on again after a quick listen in the morning. Surely that meant she was getting her feet back under her in this town again.

      Besides, eating the brownies her sisters had made didn’t mean she’d forgiven them for leaving her alone with her mother more times than she could count as a teenager. It just meant she liked chocolate and homemade sweets.

      Period.

      Standing the sledgehammer in one corner of the living room, she brought СКАЧАТЬ