Missing. Lynette Eason
“What do we do after that?”
“Visit the police station and see what we can find out about the wreck.”
Stepping outside his home, headed for the car, Lacey did her best to shove the hurt down. Old memories threatened to overwhelm her. The fear of finding out she was pregnant. Mason’s rejection…
As Mason circled the car to open the passenger door, he paused.
The sudden tense set of his shoulders set off her internal alarms. “What is it?”
His arm reached across the windshield to pull something out from under the wiper blade. “This.” He held it by the very edge of one corner.
Stepping around him to look at the object in his hand, she gasped. “Another picture? Of us? That’s from the yearbook, too! What’s going on? How did someone know I’d be coming here?”
“Get in the car.”
Eyes peeled behind him for any movement or suspicious person, he opened the door and practically shoved her in. Then he bolted around to the driver’s side. He set the picture on the dash and got on the phone as he pulled out of the driveway.
Lacey listened to him bark orders and ask questions of an unidentified person as she watched the familiar scenery whiz by, but her brain didn’t process it. She was too busy begging God for her daughter’s life. And thanking Him that Mason had agreed to help her.
And he’d agreed before he’d found the picture on his car. Who was doing this? Was the person following them even now?
She looked in the side mirror, but saw no cars behind them. The fact didn’t comfort her. She had a feeling things had just gotten started with Bethany’s disappearance and whoever had left the pictures. The thought made her stomach roll.
He hung up and looked at her. “I’ve called Detective Catelyn Santino. She’s a homicide detective…” At her gasp, he broke off then rushed to reassure her. “No, it’s okay. She also investigates other stuff, too, depending on her caseload. She said she could help out with this one.”
He made another phone call and Lacey heard him trying to arrange with his boss to be officially on the case. Finding fugitives was only one part of a marshal’s duties. Would the powers that be let him search for a missing teen who hadn’t done anything wrong and had possibly been kidnapped? Would they let him search for the person who’d left the pictures?
He hung up.
“Well?” The word popped from her mouth. She noticed he didn’t tell his boss it was his own child he wanted to look for. Interesting. He was probably still in shock.
Frustration chiseled his features into a block of stone. “My boss won’t officially assign me the case, although he can’t dictate what I do with my time off the clock. Technically, I’m not cleared to go back to work for another couple of weeks, but that doesn’t matter. Bethany will have my full attention until we get her home. And in spite of the fact that you didn’t think the cops took you seriously, they did their job and filed her as a missing person.”
“They did?” Tears clogged her throat and she cleared it. “I really didn’t think they’d do anything. I thought they probably just stuck her information on a desk somewhere and figured she was a runaway who’d come home later.”
A grim smile crossed his lips. “They may have thought about it, but they’re taking it a little more seriously now. Especially when I explained about the two pictures. We’ll turn them over to the investigating detectives as soon as we get there.”
“How did you get them to do that? To listen to you?”
He slanted her a glance. “I’m a marshal, Lacey, I do have some pull in law enforcement, you know.” He sighed.
“Catelyn’s going to ask to be assigned to Bethany’s disappearance and doesn’t think it’ll be a problem. Her husband, Joseph, is FBI and an expert in finding missing people. She’s contacting him, too. Before we go to the high school, she wants to talk to you.”
He paused and Lacey looked at him suspiciously. “That’s great. Finally, we’re getting some attention. So, what’s wrong?”
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “Catelyn has a new partner.”
At the brooding look on his face, she knew. Swallowing the sudden surge of nausea, she asked, “Daniel Ackerman?”
“Yes,” he clipped out, then blurted, “Is Bethany why you left town?”
She froze. Did she want to get into this now?
“Lacey?”
His tight tone warned her this wasn’t going to be easy. She sighed and looked at him. At his strong hands curled around the steering wheel. What was easy was remembering how much she’d loved him.
How it felt to have those fingers curled around hers, pulling her along behind him down by the lake where they used to sneak off to trade sweet kisses.
How cherished she felt when he cupped her chin to bring her lips to his….
She blinked against the rush of tears. “Yes. Mostly.” But also because she’d been forced into it by parents who were ashamed their only child had gotten pregnant, that she had become a statistic her father preached against with alarming regularity.
So, yes, she’d left because of Bethany and Daniel and what Mason had believed her capable of. She’d also been devastated, crushed.
And so lonely, she’d wanted to die. She’d missed him so much, especially in the first few years of Bethany’s life. But the fact that he’d dismissed her love so easily, had believed lies about her so readily, had nearly destroyed her.
She clamped her lips together and looked out the window. Since being back in town, she’d managed to avoid running into Daniel. She’d had a couple of close calls, but each time had spotted him before he’d spotted her and she’d escaped undetected.
Now, none of that mattered. None of it. Bethany was all that mattered and finding her was where she’d keep her focus.
He simply grunted and much to her relief said nothing more.
The drive to the station ended a tense silence. Lacey looked up at the building and prayed the people inside had the ability to find Bethany…alive.
As she walked into the building, Lacey felt hope tremble inside her. Please, God, she silently prayed. Please use these people to lead us to Bethany.
The air-conditioning was a blessed relief from the June heat, and she relished the coolness blowing across her skin.
Then she felt guilty. Was Bethany hot? Sweating and dreaming of a glass of water? Was she in pain? Did she need a doctor?
Was she even alive?
Once again tears sprang to the surface and she quickly shoved those thoughts aside.
“Come in here. It’s an interrogation room, but we can use it,” Mason said as he motioned her in. “Catelyn said she and Joseph would meet us here.”
“So they’re officially investigating everything, right?”
“Yes. And so is Daniel, of course.”
“Of course,” she murmured. She prayed she could keep her cool when Daniel appeared in front of her. Prayed she wouldn’t say anything she shouldn’t.
Mason pulled out the chair for her and she slid into it. The spicy scent of his aftershave tugged at her. Just breathing it in brought back memories that caused both joy and pain.
A light tingling at the nape of her neck caused her to turn and look up at him. The flush on his cheeks gave him away. He’d reverted to an old gesture he’d had when they were dating. Pulling her hair up from her collar, brushing his fingers against her neck.
Her