he pressed ahead. “A couple of friends and I had gotten off the school bus. A white van stopped and somebody pulled me inside.”
“Who?”
“I don’t remember!”
“But you got away!” she whispered, and he knew she was grasping onto that fact. He was here. Somehow he’d escaped from his captors.
“I came back three months later. I don’t have any memories of what happened to me while I was gone. The next thing I remember is wandering along the stream on the ranch.”
“You were safe!”
“Yeah. But I made the decision never to have children. Never to put a child of my own in danger. Now I know I was right.”
“Matt, what are you saying?” she gasped, obviously trying to put it all together.
“Shelley, it can’t be a coincidence that I was kidnapped, and then Trevor. It’s got to be related.”
When she stared at him, stunned, he said, “I understand your confusion. Let’s sit down where we’ll be comfortable.”
He led her down the hall to the den where they’d sat on so many evenings long ago. After seating her on the sofa, he crossed to the fireplace and removed the screen. Kneeling down, he struck a long match and lit the kindling under the dry logs in the grate, watching them flame up.
When she turned, he saw Shelley huddled on the cushions, staring at the fire as though the flames held the answer to their problems.
“I tried,” he said. “I tried to keep it from happening again.”
She nodded, and he knew he had to tell her the rest of it.
Still standing with his back to the fire, he said, “I may not remember what happened to me, but I know it changed me.”
Lifting her gaze, she asked, “How?”
He swallowed, because as bad as the first part of his revelation had been, he was just getting to the worst part.
BIG BOYS don’t cry. Trevor Young knew that, but it was hard to keep tears from leaking down his cheeks.
He was cold and hungry, and he wanted to go home. He wanted his mommy.
With a trembling hand, he swiped the tears away.
“Mommy,” he whispered so that the man named Blue wouldn’t hear him. “Mommy, please come get me out of here.” He didn’t think that she could hear him. But he couldn’t stop himself from talking to her because it made him feel a little better.
He was in a cabin in the middle of a field—with trees all around the edges, except where the road cut through. He could look out the window, but he couldn’t see any other houses. Maybe there were some behind the trees. Or maybe not.
He wanted to get away. But the window was locked. And so was the door. And sometimes Blue put a handcuff on Trevor like the police did on TV when they were taking the bad guys to the police station. The cuff was attached to a chain. And the chain was attached to the bed frame. So he couldn’t move very far.
Only it was all backward now. The bad guy had the handcuffs. Not the police.
He lay curled on the bed, hugging his knees. When he heard the doorknob turn, he burrowed under the covers, wishing he could hide.
Footsteps crossed the wooden floor, and he knew Blue was looking down at him. If he pretended to be sleeping, would the man go away?
Instead, he pulled down the blanket, and Trevor couldn’t stop himself from whimpering. “Please, let me go back to my mommy.”
“Don’t give me a hard time, kid.”
“Why are you so mean?”
“It’s my job.”
“What kind of job is that?” “Stop asking questions.”
The hard look in the man’s eyes made Trevor clamp his lips together.
Blue pulled his hand from behind his back, and Trevor saw that he was holding a hypodermic needle.
Trevor cringed away. The man had already given him some shots that hurt a lot. In his back. “Please, please don’t do that to me again.”
“Shut up. The sooner we do this, the sooner it will be over.” As the man grabbed his arm, Trevor started to cry.
SHELLEY STARED at the harsh lines of Matt’s face. The way he said that being kidnapped had changed him scared her.
“You have to tell me what you mean.”
He looked as though he didn’t want to speak.
“You’re the one who brought it up!” she threw at him.
“Yeah. Because of the reason you came here.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then said, “Shelley, I’ve never told this to anyone. Well, I mean, my mom figured it out. But I never admitted anything—even to her. Especially to her.”
She kept her gaze steady. “I’m still not following you.”
“When I was kidnapped, I was just an ordinary kid. When I came back, I was different.”
She wanted to scream at him. Whatever he was planning to say, he was dancing around it. “Spell it out,”
“Okay. I can make people do things.”
“That’s your terrible secret?” she shot back. “Well, what’s the big deal? I can make people do things, too. I can make Trevor go to bed at bedtime. I can make his nursery school teacher be more sensitive to his needs.” She bit her lip. “Well, I could do those things—before he disappeared. So what exactly do you mean?”
He thrust his hands into his pockets. “I mean that I can suggest a course of action—and the person will follow it. I don’t mean I say or do anything. I just think about it—and they do it.”
“That’s … nonsense.”
His stance turned aggressive. “Oh, yeah? So you think it was all your idea to leave me?” “Of course it was!”
“Not true. I put the idea in your mind—and you did it.” “How?”
“I don’t exactly know. I came back from those three missing months with the power to influence people.”
She stared at him, trying to take that in, and trying to figure out what it meant to him. She’d driven here through a raging storm because she needed his help. Now it seemed as though he’d come unhinged. From the news that he had a son and that Trevor was missing? Or had it started earlier—when he’d walled himself off from the world?
As she regarded him, she started putting a bunch of things together, a bunch of things that added up to very odd behavior. He’d given up raising horses. He had an alarm system to warn him
