her television, she was pulling frantically at the phone cord, trying to yank it out of the wall.
“Connie?”
“It was him,” she sobbed. “It was him!”
“Who?”
“The man who wants Sophie. He said she’s a beautiful child. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God...”
Ethan crossed the room and took her into his arms, at once confining her gently and supporting her. “Shh... Shh...”
“He called. Oh, God, he called! Sophie...” She began shoving against Ethan, trying to escape. “I have to call and see if she’s all right. Sophie... Oh, my God...”
“Shh,” he said more sharply. “I’m here, and I’ll help. Is the phone still plugged in?”
“I don’t know. Oh, God...”
He lifted the receiver and heard the dial tone. “What’s the number?”
She managed to gasp it out, then grabbed the receiver as he dialed for her.
“Hi,” said the cheerful voice of Jody’s mom, Enid.
“Enid, this is Connie. A man just called. Is Sophie okay?”
“She’s okay, Connie. My God, she’s okay. She’s right here with the other girls, eating popcorn and watching The Little Mermaid. Are you sure it was the guy?”
At that, Connie collapsed onto the edge of her bed and began sobbing. “He talked about Sophie. He said she was beautiful.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Enid said, her voice taut with concern and an echo of Connie’s fear. “I won’t let her out of my sight. John’s here, too, and he’s keeping an eye on them. And between you and me, he’s loaded for bear. But...would you feel better if you took her home?”
“No!” Somehow the idea of bringing Sophie here right after that man had called was even more terrifying. “No. She’s probably safer there. I’ll call Gage and let him know what happened. Don’t be surprised if you see a deputy out front.”
“Good. That was my next suggestion. Now, you’re sure you’re okay if she stays here?”
Connie forced herself to breathe. “I’m okay with it. He called here. Maybe he doesn’t know she’s there.”
“No reason he should, unless he has a better intelligence network than the CIA. Which probably isn’t saying much. We’re not letting the girls out of the house, and John has already said he’s staying up all night to keep an eye on them. Not that I expect either of us will sleep, anyway. The girls are having too much fun.”
“Okay,” Connie said shakily. “Okay. I just had to be sure.”
“Of course you did,” Enid said comfortingly. “My God, I’ve been scared to death ever since the guy talked to the girls. I just sound like I’m calm. Look, I’ll call you again in an hour or so if you want. I can keep you posted all night.”
“Oh, Enid, that’s too much!”
“No, it isn’t,” Enid said firmly. “I know how I’d be feeling in your shoes. I’ll give you updates. But don’t get worried if I’m a little late, because these girls are keeping me busy. Now they want brownies. Good thing I like to bake.”
Connie managed a choked little laugh. “You’re a good woman, Enid. An angel.”
“Nah. I’m just a mom. You hang in there. John and I are on guard.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“You’d do the same for me. Now relax and try not to climb the walls.”
Connie’s hand shook as she replaced the receiver. Ethan stood not a foot away, waiting. “Everything’s okay,” she said.
“Good.” He squatted to her eye level, an exotic, mysterious-looking man with eyes nearly as dark as midnight, yet strangely comforting. “Tell me everything he said.”
“That was all. He said Sophie was a beautiful child.”
“Okay, then let’s think about why he would call.”
She realized he was trying to get her to think like a police officer, instead of a mother. And he was right. She needed all her wits about her. “To scare me. To let me know the threat is still there.”
“That would be my guess. So what does that mean? It sure won’t make it any easier for him to get to Sophie, will it?”
Her eyes felt full of glue, hot and burning, as she met his gaze. “No,” she whispered. “It’ll make it harder.”
“So maybe we need to think about what that means.”
She nodded slowly. “I’ve got to call Gage.”
He waited while she did, and Gage promised to dispatch some officers to Enid and John’s house to keep an eye out. He also wanted to place one at Connie’s, but she told him no. “Just watch the kids, Gage. I’m a deputy, too, remember. I’ll take care of myself.”
When she hung up, Ethan still stood there. Then he asked, “Want to come downstairs for coffee or something? Or are you better here?”
“I need to move.”
“Let’s go, then.”
He led the way downstairs. She carried a robe with her, but it was too warm to put on. Nor did she care in the least that she was in a nightshirt. Trivialities no longer existed for her.
Surprisingly, the homey scent of coffee brewing helped pull her back from the precipice of a breakdown. Rationality began to reassert itself. Gradually her breathing slowed and her heart calmed. Ethan sat beside her, close enough to reach for her if she needed comforting, but far enough not to crowd her. No reason that should surprise her. He’d probably dealt with more terror and horror in a few years than most people did in a lifetime.
“He’s after me,” she said presently.
“In what way?” The question, however, seemed to suggest that he had an idea.
“He wants me scared. He’s trying to get to me.”
“I agree. Right now it seems that way. Can you handle it?”
“Him scaring me? Only if Sophie isn’t at risk.”
Ethan nodded “You’re a strong woman. If we could be certain he intends Sophie no harm, that would be the end of it.”
“But there’s no way to know!”
“That’s the devil of it. I won’t kid you, Connie. This is the worst-possible kind of threat.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, in Afghanistan, we might meet a group of village chieftains who claimed to be all gung-ho for getting
