Lawman From Her Past. Delores FossenЧитать онлайн книгу.
she’d been out here with him, but Dara, the nanny, would be getting even more worried than she already was.
“If you try anything else stupid, I will put you right back on the ground,” Cameron growled.
He finally shifted his body to the side, rolling off her. He also snatched up her gun as he stood. Lauren didn’t like not being armed, but at least when she got up, she was able to better keep an eye on the trail behind them.
“Does your nephew look like your sister?” she came out and asked.
He stopped glancing around long enough to shoot her a glare. “That proves nothing. He could have inherited genes from generations ago.”
Lauren hesitated a moment. “Does he look like me?”
His quick glare intensified, but what he didn’t do was deny it. “First, you have to convince me that a swap even took place before I’ll start speculating about who my nephew does or doesn’t resemble.”
Fair enough. Or at least it would have been fair if time was on their side. She instinctively knew it wasn’t.
“I was telling the truth when I said I can’t be sure a swap took place, but the men said once they had Patrick, they could do a DNA test and go from there. Go from there,” she emphasized. “I believe that means they’ll come here next.”
Cameron cursed, and it wasn’t tame. “That’s a big leap to assume the men were talking about Isaac.”
“A leap except that I’d already started to get suspicious. Patrick doesn’t look like me or my late husband.” She swallowed hard. “He looks like you.”
She could tell from his slight flinch that Cameron reacted to that. Maybe because he saw something of her face in Isaac’s?
“Gilly could have arranged the swap,” Lauren went on. “She was afraid of Trace, and if she knew she was dying, this might have been her way of preventing Trace from getting his hands on their child.”
Though it sickened her to think that Gilly, a woman she considered her friend, would have intentionally done something like this since it could have put Lauren’s own precious son in danger.
“Gilly wouldn’t do that,” Cameron insisted. “If she was worried about her baby’s safety, she would have gotten word to me.”
“Maybe. But Gilly was dying. Scared. And they’d had trouble getting in touch with you.”
He flinched again, and she knew why. Cameron had gotten caught up in a lockdown at the prison, where he’d gone to interview a potential witness. He’d been trapped there for hours with no way to leave and get to his sister even though she’d gone into labor.
“But Gilly might not have done this,” Lauren added a moment later.
Mercy, she wished she’d rehearsed this or something because it was hard for her to put her line of thinking into words. Equally hard for her to imagine it had happened. “My late husband was Alden Lange, and his business partner or his sister could be the one responsible. They both hate me. Or at least they hate that I have control over Alden’s estate.”
The flat look Cameron gave her told her he wasn’t buying that. And she hoped she was wrong. Because both Alden’s sister, Julia, and his partner, Duane Tulley, could be very dangerous. They might have seen this as some sick mind game to watch her suffer. Of course, her suffering could also be profitable for them if it led to one or both of them getting their hands on Alden’s money.
“How would Trace or any of these other people have gotten into the hospital nursery to switch babies?” he asked.
Lauren didn’t have the answer to that, either. “It must have been an inside job since the babies wear bracelets with security chips that would trigger an alarm if they were carried out of the hospital. I’d just started checking out the medical staff when I was attacked.”
He made a sound, a rumble deep in his throat. “And why did you do that? What made you suspicious?”
“I kept thinking it was strange that I would look at my son and see you.” She waved that off before he could say anything about it. She didn’t want to talk about why the image of Cameron’s face was still so clear in her head after all these years and after all the bad stuff that’d gone on between them.
“I had a DNA test done,” she went on. “So I could compare Patrick’s DNA to mine. I’m supposed to get the results back any day now, but I made the mistake of asking the housekeeper if there was anything still around with Alden’s DNA on it.” She’d cursed herself for doing that. “I wanted to have the complete DNA results, but I think the housekeeper told Alden’s sister what I’d asked for.”
At least Cameron hadn’t simply dismissed her. He tipped his head to the trail. “We’ll get your son and sort this out.” Lauren was about to blow out a breath of relief, but then Cameron added, “For the record, I don’t believe there was a swap. Isaac is my nephew. But if Duane and Julia are bad news like you think they are, then they could have been the ones behind your attack.”
He took her by the arm again to get her moving, but Lauren dug in her heels. “I can’t risk bringing my brothers into this yet. Those thugs who attacked me could have connections to Duane and Julia, and they could find out I’m here.”
This huff was even louder than his last one. “Look, Gabriel is the sheriff, and my boss. As well as your brother. No way would he risk putting you in danger. I’ll just go inside, call him on his personal line and have him come out here.”
“No.” She couldn’t say that fast enough. “I heard those men say if my family got in the way, they would have to kill them.”
She hated when his skeptical look returned. Because she had the same skepticism. “I know those thugs could have wanted me to hear what they were saying, that they could have been feeding me information. But why would they have done that, then shoot me and try to take Patrick?”
“That’s what we’ll find out—as soon as I call Gabriel.” He tightened his grip on her arm and managed to drag her a few steps.
“They could be watching the front of your house from the road. They could be watching Gabriel’s and Jameson’s places, too. That’s why I used the trail. Only the locals know it’s there, and it’s not easy to spot unless you’re looking for it.”
Cameron couldn’t argue with that, not the last part anyway, even though it looked as if he wanted to dispute something. Anything. “We’ll go in through the back of my house. Even hired guns won’t be suspicious if they see the sheriff dropping by to visit with one of his deputies.”
Lauren wasn’t so sure of that at all. Anything out of the ordinary might trigger those men to shoot again. And this time, Isaac and anyone else who happened to be around could get hurt. If the gunmen were truly out there, they could be looking for any sign she was there, and Gabriel’s visit might give her away.
“I shouldn’t have come here,” Lauren said under her breath. She lifted her head, making direct eye contact with Cameron. “But I just had to know if Isaac’s really my son. Don’t get me wrong. I love Patrick with all my heart, but I had to find out the truth.”
Cameron hesitated, volleying glances at the house, the woods and her. Just when she thought he was about to give in and let her go inside, she heard something. Footsteps. Cameron heard them, too, because he pushed her behind him and aimed his gun in the direction of the sound.
Someone was running toward them.
Oh, God. Had something happened to Patrick?
Nothing could have kept Lauren behind Cameron. She snatched her gun from his left hand and would have taken off toward her car, but she finally saw something.
Something that stopped her cold.
Dara. The nanny had Patrick clutched to her chest, and she was running—fast. Probably as fast as she could go.