began to build as she glanced around the room. That was when she saw the curtains blowing from the open window. She rushed over to find the screen missing.
“No, God. No!” Her heart stopped then started racing as she frantically checked the closet, then under the bed, calling her son.
“Zack. Oh, God. Where are you? Please come out.” Even as she pleaded, something in the back of her mind told her that her worst nightmare had come true. She returned to the bed, jerked back the blankets and found the proof. A crumpled piece of paper.
A familiar feeling of helplessness hit her. Hard. Instinctively Gina knew it was a note from her ex-husband. A shiver ran through her as she picked it up and read, “I found you, babe. Now I got what you want. You’ll be hearing from me.”
Grady Fletcher parked his truck in front of Destiny’s sheriff’s office and glanced up and down First Street. Mid-morning and the main street was busy with people going about their business, paying no attention to him. Just how he liked it.
He pulled up the collar of his coat and climbed out. He checked the area once again. Although he knew he was safe, old habits died hard. “Stay,” he said to his trusted companion.
The German shepherd, Scout, sat in his spot in the backseat. The retired military working dog’s ears perked up, waiting for his command. Grady gave a hand signal and the animal lay down. “Be right back, boy.”
Grady was adjusting to his new life, too. Suddenly becoming a civilian after twenty years in the army wasn’t an easy transition, especially after his last tour of duty. So temporarily living at his grandfather’s old cabin was a good thing. It gave him time to heal physically and think about the future. He’d loved the solitude he found in the San Juan Mountains until he found there was a trespasser on his land.
He was going to let the sheriff handle it.
Grady walked through the front door and the room was a buzz of activity. He removed his cowboy hat and looked around. He could sense something was wrong. That was when he caught sight of the small dark-haired woman seated next to the desk. Worry was evident on her face, along with her tears. He decided his business could wait and started to leave when Reed Larkin came out of his office.
The woman stood and hurried to the sheriff. “Please, Reed, we need to start looking for Zack right now.”
“And we will, Gina. First, I had to issue an Amber Alert on the boy, and find a description of Eric’s last-known vehicle.” He glanced over the paper. “That was a 1998 primer-gray Ford truck, Colorado license.” He read off the numbers. “I have all the state agencies involved in the search, Gina.”
That description sparked Grady’s interest. He walked up to the twosome. “Maybe I can help.”
They both turned to him, but his attention went to the pretty brunette with the wide green eyes. Grady quickly turned to the sheriff, shielding his injured side.
“Hey, Grady, I haven’t seen you in town for a while.”
“There’s been no need, until today. You’re looking for a gray truck? I might know where you can find it.”
Gina forced herself to draw in her next breath as she looked up at the giant of a man. He had a head full of sandy-brown hair that curled in thick waves. His dark eyes were deep-set and edged with tiny lines. His chiseled jaw was firm and clean-shaved. She caught a glimpse of an angry red scar on the side of his neck.
Gina gasped. “Where?”
Suddenly the man turned his intense gaze on her. Her first instinct was to back away from the intimidating man, but she forced herself to listen to what he had to say.
She forced herself to move closer. “Did you see a little boy, Mr …?”
“It’s Fletcher, ma’am. Grady Fletcher. There’s a truck with that description on my grandfather’s property. But I haven’t seen anyone.”
The sheriff spoke up. “This is Gina Williams, Grady. Her seven-year-old son has been taken by his father. Eric Lowell was recently released from prison for drug possession and abuse. He kidnapped the boy from his home sometime during the night. We believe he’s dangerous, so any help would be appreciated. Where did you see the vehicle?”
Grady nodded. “On the northeast section of my grandfather’s property,” he told them. “The truck is partly hidden off the road just below Rocky Top Ridge.”
Reed Larkin frowned. “Where your granddad’s old mines are?”
The man nodded. “As far as I can tell the truck has been there a few days. I came in to report it. I figured they were thinking the mine is abandoned, or they’re trying to jump Fletch’s old claim.”
“Oh, God,” Gina gasped and turned to the sheriff. “Eric’s been in town that long, stalking us?”
“It’s okay, Gina. We’re going to get him.” He looked back at Grady. “When was the last time you saw the truck?”
“At dawn this morning,” the man said.
Reed nodded. “Did he see you?”
“Not unless he was out walking around early. There wasn’t anyone in the truck when I found it.”
“Good, we have a possible location,” the sheriff said. “My bet is he’s holed up in one of the old mines. Can you take us there, Grady?”
He shrugged. “It’s pretty rough terrain, but my dog might be able to pick up the trail. Are you and your men experienced hikers?”
Larkin nodded. “We’ve all had survival training. I hope the weather holds out today.”
They started to walk away. Gina went after them. “Wait,” she called. “Please, take me with you.”
Reed went to her. “Gina, no. You can’t handle the climb.”
She blinked. “You have no idea what I can handle, Reed. My son is up there with a man who swore he’d get even with me. I’m not going to stand by and wait while he takes his revenge out on Zack.”
The sheriff shook his head. “It’s not safe.”
“I can do this. And I know Eric. I know what pushes his buttons. Besides, he doesn’t want Zack, or he’d be on the road heading for parts unknown.”
She exchanged a glance with Grady Fletcher. “He wants me.” She stood straight. “And as long as my son is safe, I’m willing to make a trade.”
Minutes later, Grady stood out of the way as the sheriff made arrangements to leave. It hadn’t taken long for Reed to give in to the mother’s plea. Grady didn’t like this plan, not one bit. Take this woman with them. No way.
He shook his head. He didn’t need this problem. All he had to do was take them up to the mine, then leave the sheriff to handle the rest. Right. He wasn’t made that way. In the army he’d become a take-charge-guy as a means of survival. But that was before the explosion, before he gave up his career. He shoved the memory aside and turned his thoughts to the problem at hand.
This Lowell
