Bravo, Tango, Cowboy. Joanna WayneЧитать онлайн книгу.
She detoured to the family room for her shoes then followed the both of them outside and into the bright sunshine that characterized living in this part of Texas. It was January, and at midmorning the temperature had already climbed into the high fifties.
“It’s snowing in New York,” she said, thinking out loud.
“Do you miss that?” Hawk asked.
“Not often.”
“Broadway?”
“Sometimes,” she admitted. “And the city in general.” Her quiet life in Texas seemed a galaxy away from the life she’d once lived.
Brandon, on the other hand, knew only this life. He didn’t remember his father or his sister. He knew only what Alonsa had shared with him and what he’d seen in the many photographs scattered about the house. His father had died while being a hero. His sister was away.
Occasionally he asked questions about Lucy, but for the most part the simple explanation that she would be home soon satisfied him. At some point she’d have to tell him the truth, but not yet.
He jumped on his battery-operated tractor, turned the key and started bouncing down the blacktop driveway. “Watch me go fast, Mr. Taylor.”
“Don’t get a speeding ticket.”
Brandon laughed and aimed for a bumpy spot in the drive with Carne running in front of him, his yappy bark colliding with the caw of a belligerent crow.
“Don’t go past the curve,” Alonsa called. “Stay where I can see you.”
“Don’t you ever let him outside alone?” Hawk asked.
“In the fenced backyard, where I can watch him from the kitchen window.”
“That’s it?”
“He’s only three, Hawk. And we’re not that far off the highway. Anyone could wander up.”
“It’s half a mile to the cattle gap. Ranching kids get used to wide-open spaces early.”
“It’s not like I have him imprisoned. He has a play set with a slide, swings, a fort and a huge sandbox to play with his construction equipment.”
She walked away, heading to an old tire swing that dangled from the low branch of an oak in the side yard. She didn’t have to explain her child-rearing habits to Hawk Taylor. Besides, Brandon wasn’t a ranching kid. They didn’t have a single cow on the land.
Hawk followed her. He leaned against the trunk of the tree while she stirred the dirt beneath the swing with the toes of her shoes. Squirrels darted among the branches over her head. A light breeze crackled the dried, fallen leaves. Brandon’s tractor rumbled in the background, punctuated by Carne’s excited barks.
Life was going on as usual, only nothing felt usual today. Tension swelled between her and Hawk, not quite anger, not quite attraction, but some weird place in the middle.
He wrapped his fingers around an overhead branch. His muscles flexed and pushed at the cotton fabric of his shirt. “You’re not convinced Lucy’s abduction was random, are you?”
She exhaled slowly. “I told you that Craig Dalliers says all the evidence points to the fact that it was. The FBI has thoroughly checked out and eliminated every possibility that it was related to Todd’s work with the agency.”
“So you’ve said. That wasn’t the question.”
So he’d read the signs, picked up on the fact that if she’d been fully convinced Lucy’s kidnapping was random, she wouldn’t be so squeamish about letting Brandon out of her sight for even a second.
“I haven’t ruled out anything,” she admitted.
“And yet you’ve remained here in Dobbin, where you were living when the abduction took place, instead of losing yourself back in the crowded city you claim to miss so much. Why is that?”
He wasn’t the first to question that, though most people hadn’t put as much thought into the situation as Hawk clearly had. Usually she brushed the question off. She’d never get away with that with Hawk.
“Lucy knew her phone number and her address. If she ever remembers, if she tries to get in touch with us, I want to be here. I know it gets more doubtful that will happen after two years, but that was my reasoning in the beginning.”
“And now?”
“I like my work and the house is paid for.”
Hawk swatted absently at a horsefly that had settled on his arm. “Have you given more thought to setting up a meeting between me and Craig Dalliers?”
“I’ll give him a call later and see what I can work out.”
“What’s wrong with now? Or give me his direct number and I’ll call him.”
“I should talk to him first.”
“So that you can try to justify why I’m getting in on the case?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I don’t want him to think I doubt his abilities. He’s given the case his all. I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”
“No problem. Handle Craig any way you want,” Hawk said. “As long as you let him know I expect his full cooperation in supplying me with all the facts. Anything less will sabotage my investigation.”
“I’ll make sure he understands.”
“And then I’d like us to take a trip together to the zoo this afternoon. I want to see the exact spot where you were standing when Lucy disappeared.”
Back to the zoo. Back into the depths of the setting where the nightmare had started. A numbness settled in her mind. She got out of the swing. Her legs went weak.
Hawk wrapped his strong hands around her forearms, literally holding her up. “I know this will be hard on you, Alonsa, but it’s important. And I’ll be there with you every second.”
“I don’t see how it can help.”
“I need to see the paths in and away from the area so I’ll get a better understanding of how someone could lure a little girl from her mother in a crowd of people with no one noticing.”
New fears surfaced. “I don’t want to take Brandon there.”
“Don’t you trust me to keep him safe?”
“I don’t trust myself not to break down and I don’t want him there to witness that.”
“I thought you might feel that way. I talked to Linney this morning. She’s agreed to watch him.”
“Do you always think of everything?”
“Part of the SEAL creed.”
“Along with holding women together when they’re falling apart?”
“Only the hot ones. You qualify, but you won’t fall apart. Just hang tough.”
“Tough, that’s me.” She took a deep breath and struggled to will the strength he thought she had into her body and soul. “I guess I should go ahead and call Craig since you’re ready to start working the case.”
“Excellent idea. I’ll keep an eye on the boy for you.”
She heard Brandon calling to him to watch him ride the second she turned to walk away.
She felt as if she’d just signed on for a ride herself and her insides were rattling like the child-size tractor. The difference was the tractor was on familiar turf.
Alonsa was in the hands of a stranger, a cowboy warhero with enough self-assurance to take on the world—or one missing child. The test would be to see if Hawk Taylor was as good as he claimed. And if she could survive the Houston Zoo.
ALONSA MADE THE CALL to Craig. He was unavailable but she’d