Newborn Conspiracy. Delores Fossen
how Genevieve is connected to Brighton.”
Now, it was Mia’s turn to shake her head. “I don’t understand.”
“Genevieve could have been the one who arranged to have the semen transported from Cryogen to Brighton. That’s how she intended to get pregnant.”
“And then somehow I got the semen by mistake?” Mia shook her head. “That seems like a huge blunder for a medical center to make.”
“We’re talking about Brighton,” he reminded her. “They made a lot of mistakes. Some intentional and some because they were trying to cover up their crimes.”
He took the turn into her driveway. Her house wasn’t a typical burbs kind of place. Mia had bought the three-bedroom ranch-style house because of the privacy. The house was positioned amid several sprawling oaks, shrubs and hedges. Tonight, amid those oaks and in front of her house, she could see a woman.
Mia’s heart started to race.
“It’s all right,” Logan assured her. “That’s Collena Drake.”
Mia got a better look at the woman when they came to a stop directly in front her. The tall, too-thin blonde seemed oblivious to the winter wind. She wore a black coat, unbuttoned, and her bare hands were exposed. The wind whipped at her shoulder-length hair and her clothes. She seemed pale and frail. As if she wasn’t all there.
“Collena,” Logan greeted as he stepped from the car. “I’m glad you came.”
After checking that Tanner was still asleep in his carrier in the backseat, Mia also got out, and Logan made introductions that Collena dismissed by dropping a little bombshell.
“Ms. Crandall, I’ve been going through the Brighton files, and I don’t think the things that happened with your insemination were accidental.”
Okay. Even though Mia and Logan had just played around with that theory, it was a different thing hearing it confirmed. “So, what went wrong?” Mia asked.
Collena Drake opened her mouth to answer, but that was as far as she got. Mia saw the woman’s eyes widen, and she tried to figure out why Collena had that reaction.
Mia caught just a glimpse of the car out of the corner of her eye. A slow-moving gray car. The same vehicle from the parking lot of the pediatric clinic. This time, the passenger’s side window was lowered about halfway. Not enough, though, to see inside the darkened interior.
Everything happened fast.
Almost a blur.
Logan yelled for them to get down. But he didn’t wait for her to comply. He dived at Mia and knocked her to ground. He didn’t stay there. He came up, with his gun drawn and ready to fire.
But it was already too late.
There was a thick, heavy blast from the open window of the gray car. The brutal sound tore through the otherwise quiet community and slammed right past where Mia had just been standing.
But Mia was no longer there and the bullet hit Collena Drake instead.
And the gunman continued to fire.
Chapter Four
Logan cursed, took aim and returned fire.
He didn’t stop with one shot. He sent a barrage of bullets at the gray car, all the while kicking himself for not having done more to protect everyone.
Now, Mia and Tanner were right in the path of danger and Collena Drake was down, perhaps dying.
He could blame himself for that. And later, he would. But right now, he had a more immediate problem that required his complete concentration. The gunman, or perhaps gunmen, inside that gray car could still be trying to kill them.
Logan sent two more shots into the car. One slammed into the passenger-side door, right where a gunman would be sitting if there was indeed more than one of them. The next bullet shattered the partially lowered window. The safety glass webbed into a sheet of broken pebbles and collapsed into the interior of the car.
The gunman was wearing a black ski mask.
That was the only glimpse that Logan got of the lone person shooting at them before the driver stomped on the accelerator and the car sped away.
Logan’s instincts screamed for him to go in pursuit. Adrenaline and anger made him want to strike out, to retaliate, to get the SOB who’d put Collena, Mia and Tanner in danger.
But he couldn’t leave them.
“The baby,” Mia cried out, trying to get out from beneath him.
Logan literally had her flattened on the frozen winter ground so that she couldn’t move and she obviously wanted to get up. He understood that. The baby was in the car and they had to make sure he was okay.
“The car’s bullet resistant,” Logan assured her.
But that didn’t assure her at all. Actually, it didn’t assure him, either. Nothing would at this point except seeing for himself that his son hadn’t been harmed.
Keeping her eyes off his gun, Mia continued to struggle to get up and, once he made sure that the gunman’s vehicle was no longer in sight, Logan moved off her. She rushed to check on Tanner.
Logan kept watch for the gray car, in case the gunman decided to return for another round, and he scrambled across the ground toward Collena.
She was alive, but bleeding from the bullet she’d taken in the shoulder. Blood had already spread across her clothes and it was hard to tell the exact point of impact, but the injury looked close to her heart.
“Tanner’s okay,” Mia shouted to him.
And despite everything else going on, Logan felt immediate relief. “Stay in the car,” he ordered.
The bullet-resistant car would be safer than trying to get them into her house. Especially since he hadn’t had a chance to check her place to make sure that no one was lurking inside. The last thing they needed was to run into another murder attempt.
He took out his phone, called 911 and requested police and an ambulance. He also called for backup from two of his own men. They’d likely get there faster than the police.
“I’ll be okay,” Collena mumbled.
Logan hoped that was true. Still, he didn’t like what he saw when he pulled down the collar of her sweater and spotted the wound. The bullet had missed her heart, thank God, but her collarbone appeared to be shattered and she was bleeding out fast.
He took her neck scarf from her coat pocket and pressed it to the wound. “The ambulance will be here soon.”
“Can I do something to help?” he heard Mia ask.
The car door was open just a fraction, enough for him to see Mia cradling Tanner to her chest. The baby was fussing, probably because his nap had been disturbed, but he looked unharmed.
Logan said a quick prayer of thanks.
“I need to get Collena to the front seat,” he told Mia. He purposely kept his gun at his side so that she wouldn’t see it and have a panic attack.
Mia nodded, reached over the seat and fully opened the front passenger-side door. Logan lifted Collena as gently as he could. She moaned and grimaced from the pain.
Logan lay her inside on the leather seat while he continued to apply pressure to her wound. It wasn’t an ideal way to treat a gunshot victim, but at least the vehicle would protect them from the cold and perhaps even a subsequent attack. In the meantime, he would do what he could to keep Collena from bleeding to death.
“Are you okay?” he asked Mia.
Their eyes met. For a second. He saw the fear and concern. “I wasn’t hurt.”
Maybe not physically. But this attack was the stuff of present and future nightmares. It would