“Good idea.”
Miles stripped off his jacket and washed up in the bathroom. When he emerged, Paige’s eyes were closed, although he sensed she wasn’t asleep.
He left the light on in the bathroom for the child’s sake, but closed the door so it wouldn’t disturb them. Crossing over to the desk, he booted up the computer.
The sooner he found Travis Olson, the better. The man was either part of the reason Jason had died, or he was a target, as well.
So far Miles hadn’t found much to go on, but he was determined to keep trying. He wished he’d asked Jason more about what was bothering him at work, but then again, he hadn’t counted on his friend being murdered.
Miles had barely started his search when he heard the covers rustling on the bed.
Abby? Or Paige? He turned in his seat and saw that Abby was sitting bolt upright, staring at him as if he were some sort of monster.
Then she let out a shrill scream.
“Abby, I’m right here. Mommy is right here.” Paige cradled her daughter in her arms, trying to cut through the haze of Abby’s nightmare. “It’s okay, we’re safe. Shh...everything is okay.”
“Am I scaring her?” Miles asked softly. He shut the laptop and turned on the lamp so that Abby could see him more clearly.
Paige wasn’t sure what had set her daughter off, but Abby’s screaming abruptly stopped and she turned, burrowing her face against Paige’s chest, tears soaking through her shirt.
“It’s okay,” Paige repeated, feeling helpless as she stroked her hand down the child’s back. “We’re safe here. Miles will protect us from harm.”
“Maybe the glow of the computer made me look scary,” Miles offered in an apologetic tone.
“It was more likely a nightmare,” Paige whispered with a wan smile.
Abby abruptly shook her head, causing Paige to frown and look down at her.
“No? It wasn’t a nightmare?” she asked.
Head shake. No.
“Did you think Miles was a bad guy?” Paige asked, trying to understand what was going on in her daughter’s tortured mind.
Another head shake.
“What frightened you?” Paige looked around the room in confusion. It was your average motel room, nothing unique or strange about it.
“Was it the computer?” Miles asked. “Did the computer screen frighten you, Abby?”
Head nod.
Paige blinked, and lifted her gaze to meet his. “How did you know?”
“The tablet.”
Before Paige could say anything, Abby nodded again, then turned her head so that she could see Miles. Paige had the impression her daughter wanted Miles to figure out what was bothering her, that she was looking to him for help. But why wouldn’t Abby just tell them?
“You saw something scary on the tablet, didn’t you, Abby?” Miles’s voice was gentle. “That’s why you dropped it.”
Head nod, up and down.
“Oh, no,” Paige whispered. “Was it your daddy?”
Abby nodded, her face scrunching up as if she didn’t want to remember.
Paige’s stomach clenched with fear. “Why won’t you talk to me, Abby? Will you please tell us what you saw?”
Her daughter shook her head as two fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
“It’s all right, Abby,” Miles said in a soft, reassuring voice. “You’ve been a big help already. Don’t be scared. I’ll keep you and your mom safe.”
Paige swallowed past the hard lump in her throat, trying to imagine what her daughter might have seen. Obviously something through the ChatTime link that she’d had with her father, but what?
Or who?
A shiver ran down Paige’s spine, an icy coldness pooling in the small of her back. Was it possible Abby had seen something she shouldn’t have? Was that the reason gunmen had come to the house?
No, the timing between Abby dropping the tablet and the gunfire seemed too close for that.
“Paige? Are you sure you don’t have any idea where your ex-husband is? It’s really important that I find him.”
“The only places I know that he goes to are either work or his condo.” She lifted one shoulder, feeling helpless. “Did you check?”
“I couldn’t get past the front desk at Sci-Tech, but I did go to his condo. He didn’t answer the door and the neighbors claimed they hadn’t seen him in the past day or so.” Miles glanced at her hopefully. “Do you have a key to his place?”
She grimaced. Having a key meant risking walking in on Travis with one of his lady friends. No, thank you. “Never wanted one.”
“I’ll see if we can’t get a search warrant to get inside.” Miles’s gaze was thoughtful. “Although without much to go on, I’m not sure the judge will grant it.”
Paige didn’t say anything, sensing that Abby was still listening to their conversation. The last thing she wanted to do was to scare her little girl any more than she clearly already was. Yet she didn’t think they’d find Travis in his condo. For one thing, there were people living on either side of him who would have called the police if they’d heard any kind of commotion going on.
Plus, if there was any connection between Travis being on ChatTime with Abby and the subsequent shooting, there hadn’t been enough time for anyone to get from Travis’s condo to her house. His condo was located a good thirty minutes away.
But what if Travis had been closer? Like, almost to her house when he’d connected with Abby? It didn’t seem likely that he’d bother talking with his daughter from his car, unless... A stab of fear hit hard.
Unless connecting to ChatTime had been an accident?
“There must be somewhere else that Travis might go,” Miles persisted, interrupting her thoughts. “He must have some sort of hobby.”
“Women.”
Miles blinked. “Excuse me?”
She pressed her lips together in a firm line. “The only hobby Travis has is going out with women. Fidelity isn’t his strong suit.”
Miles winced as he realized that explained their divorce. Paige deserved so much better than a man who would cheat on her. “Do you know who he’s seeing now?”
Paige let out a harsh laugh. “I caught a glimpse of a
