was on his third pass over the small clearing when Ace called his name.
“Caden?”
“What?”
“If there was anything to find, we’d have found it by now.”
Caden shook his head. “Keep looking.”
“For what?”
“Anything.” There had to be something here, something to show where Maddie was, but if there wasn’t, he’d simply search house by house, town by town, until he found her or someone who knew where she was. And then there’d be hell to pay.
He pictured her face with her big eyes, rosebud mouth and that smattering of freckles across her cheeks. Kisses of the fairy folk, he’d say. He looked around the little glen, the sunlight filtering through the leaves in small rays, giving it almost a magical feel, and whispered, “If she is one of you, give me a goddamn sign as to who has her.”
He waited in vain for a clap of thunder, a whisper in his mind, a touch on his shoulder. His da always said the wee folk were particular, but then, as he turned, out of the corner of his eye he saw a gleam of metal. It took him four steps to get there. Four steps in which he thought he must be losing his mind, but when he got to that spot, the shine didn’t go away. It grew stronger until he was standing on top of it, and then he couldn’t see it anymore, covered as it was by a low-growing fern. He squatted.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know yet.” He moved the fern aside, and there, camouflaged against the rock, was a button. He picked it up. He felt more than heard Ace arrive at his side. The man was as light as a cat on its feet. He held the button up.
“Hard to see as it was against the rock.”
Ace nodded.
The button had a unique design. Almost a cross but not quite.
“A button,” Ace said, his disappointment as strong as Caden’s should have been.
“Yeah.” Caden whispered a thank-you to the fate, God or whomever had brought him to that button.
Caden stood. Ace cocked his head and observed his face.
“Except you recognize it, don’t you?”
“It’s got a distinct pattern.”
He closed his fingers around it, his mind consumed with all the reasons a man’s button would pop off his shirt. None of them were good.
He ran his thumb over the raised design. “It’s the Culbart brand, a lopsided cross.”
“Culbart has her?”
“So it would seem.” Culbart was a bear of a man. Rough around the edges. Not known for his soft ways with anything, let alone women. His crew was rougher still. And he had Maddie.
“That button could have fallen off for a wide variety of reasons,” Ace pointed out with an utter lack of conviction.
That was true, but in his gut Caden knew what that button meant.
He dropped the button in his pocket and swung up into the saddle. He spun Jester in a circle and kneed him back up the trail.
“But there’s only one that matters to me.”
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