morning.”
For his son to tell him that … “What do you know about this?”
His gaze didn’t flinch. “Nothing, but last week when Rich and I went to the Bozeman Bowl after school, I thought I saw her going in the bus depot. Rich said I was just seeing things because a lot of girls wore North Face parkas. That night I asked her about it. She said she hadn’t been downtown, but she got mad about it. I thought that was kind of weird for her to be upset about a simple question.”
Colt whipped out his phone to call information. The minute he was connected to the depot, he told the person who answered to put him on with the manager. “This is an emergency.”
“Just a moment, sir.”
He felt as if someone had just sucked all the air out of his lungs.
“This is Mr. Padakis, the manager. How can I help you, Mr. Brenner?”
“My daughter’s been missing since seven this morning. I thought she went to school, but I now believe she may have taken a bus today, probably this morning. Her name is Allison Brenner. She’s fifteen. Before I call the police, can you find out if she purchased a ticket? Any information you can give me would be helpful.”
“I’m sorry to hear this. Give me a moment. I’m looking in the system now. Yes, here she is. A. Brenner, Circle B Ranch. She bought a round-trip ticket to Salt Lake City.”
Salt Lake? Allie didn’t know anyone there. They had no family there.
“The bus left at 7:40 a.m. She’s due back tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.”
He gripped the phone tighter. “What time does that bus start back to Bozeman?”
“Let’s see. 8:30 a.m.”
That made it an eight-and-a-half hour trip. He checked his watch. She would have arrived in Salt Lake by four today. It gave her fifteen, sixteen hours to do whatever she planned to do in that amount of time. The stone in Colt’s throat made it nearly impossible to talk.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Padakis.”
“I hope everything’s all right.”
“So do I,” he whispered in shock and hung up. In the next breath he reached blindly for Matt and hugged him hard. “You weren’t wrong. She went to Salt Lake on a bus this morning.”
Matt’s head flew back. “You’re kidding.”
“I wish I were, but that gives the police something to go on.”
A dozen questions filled Colt’s mind.
The Wagners looked pained. “What can we do to help?” Wendie asked.
“Thanks for offering, but this is a matter for the police. I want them to find out how many other passengers on that bus were headed for Salt Lake. Maybe she has a boyfriend who talked her into going.”
“No.” Jen shook her head. “She would have told me.”
“I thought she told me everything, too, Jen.” Colt’s features turned grim. “The fact that none of us, including her own twin, knew her agenda, let alone that she asked you to lie for her, tells me my daughter has some deep-seated problems. Come on, Matt. Let’s go home. I’ll phone the police on the way.”
The Wagners walked them out to the truck. Colt gave Jen a hug before he drove off with Matt and made the call. He didn’t hang up with the chief detective until they’d reached the ranch.
As he shut off the motor Matt turned to him. “Are they going to look for her?”
Colt nodded. “They’ll make inquiries, but he told me not to be too worried since she bought a round-trip ticket. The Salt Lake police will be at the bus depot in the morning when she shows up, so he told me it would be a waste of my time to fly there.”
“But we’re going to go anyway, right?”
He’d never loved his son more than at this moment. “Right.” They walked around back and entered the house. “We’ll have to leave for the airport at five. That’s not very far away. I’ll wake you in time.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep.”
“Try. We’re going to need all our energy tomorrow.”
Matt paused at the foot of the stairs. “Your birthday’s a week after Thanksgiving. Maybe she went to Salt Lake to get you a special present.”
He rubbed the knot in the back of his neck. “Don’t I wish that were the reason.”
Matt’s expression closed up. “Why do you think she went?”
Since Mr. Padakis had first mentioned Salt Lake, Colt didn’t want to admit—let alone put a voice to—an uncomfortable thought working its way through his psyche. “I don’t know, Matt.”
And because he didn’t know, he wasn’t about to speculate about something that could destroy the world he’d created for his children. He’d always believed he’d raised them in a happy emotional environment.
But if Allie’s disappearance, even for a forty-eight-hour period, had anything to do with what he was thinking, then it meant he’d built his house on sand and it was too late to hold back the dreaded flood.
Matt started up the stairs. Colt watched him go. There’d be no sleep for either of them tonight.
He wandered into the living room, gravitating to a picture of his daughter on her first horse. The image blurred.
Did I fail you, Allie?
Was that what this was about?
“KATHRYN?”
“Hi, Cord. Sorry to phone you this late, but the hospital called me in on a teen runaway case. I’m going to have to cancel our ski plans for tomorrow.”
“I won’t pretend I’m not disappointed. I’d rather ski with you than anybody.”
“I feel the same way about you. But since Kit’s expecting again, she’ll be thrilled to have you all to herself. Give her my love.”
“I will. When you get a chance, I want to hear about your case.”
“Of course, but not tonight. Get a good sleep.”
Kathryn rang off, then made a call to Maggie. The moment she answered Kathryn said, “Forgive me for calling you so late. I’d like to ask a favor of you, but first I need to know your plans for tomorrow afternoon.”
“Jake and I were going to stay home and play with Robbie. Kamila might come over with Jared. Why?”
“I need to take a missing teen back to her family. She’s in the hospital getting over the flu and can probably go home tomorrow. But she lives in Bozeman, Montana, and—”
“You’d like me to fly you there?” she finished
