Under Duress. Meghan Carver
He pointed a stare at her. “What about your family? Parents? Siblings?”
He had dodged her questions to some extent so far. After all, who wanted to lay out all their sordid past for someone else’s evaluation? He had worked with the officers at HHPD for several years, and they didn’t even know the reason he rarely saw his father or how his mother had died. But with what he remembered and what he had seen tonight of the tenacious Samantha Callahan, he could be sure that if he spent much more time with her, there would be further interrogation.
She tore at a fingernail. “Out of town. Or unavailable.”
He clicked his seat belt into place, the clacking of metal in the catch echoing throughout the silence of the Jeep. Whoever had come up with the statistic that women said twelve thousand words a day compared to men’s five thousand obviously hadn’t met Samantha. Her quietness should have been comfortable for him, yet it was oddly unnerving. He shifted in his seat, seeking a comfortable position. None was to be found.
Perhaps another tactic would elicit some helpful information. “We ought, also, to be thinking of who might be trying to kidnap you and Lily. That could help us put an end to being on the run. Does he want just Lily or both of you?”
“From what I saw at the church and the way he looked at me, I would guess he wants us both. If he wanted just Lily, couldn’t he have grabbed her and stashed her away before I got there?”
“Sounds logical. But that doesn’t necessarily make the situation any better.”
Samantha turned in her seat, a softening shadowing her eyes. “Lily, honey, how’s your arm? Where that guy grabbed you?”
Lily slurped on the shake, drawing out the last few drops. “It’s all right, I guess. No biggie. But I sure don’t want that to happen again.”
“We’re going to do our best to keep it from happening again.”
We? Did that mean Samantha was going to stick around and let him help her? “It seems clear that whoever this is doesn’t want you dead. You said he shot out your back windshield. If he’s any good with a weapon, and we should assume that he is for our own safety, he could have hit either of you. But he didn’t.”
“That was my conclusion, as well.” She paused. “Of course, now we’re here with you, and he may not care about killing you.”
“Yes.” That disturbing thought had worried its way into the forefront of his thinking, and he didn’t care to dwell on that probability.
“Kill you?” Lily asked from the backseat. “Seriously?”
Reid pivoted to meet her wide eyes. “We just need to be careful.” No sense in getting the girl more scared that she probably already was. “Careful is always good.”
“You never did tell me if you had a gun.” That girl was a smarty-pants who didn’t miss a thing.
“Well—” he aimed his attention back to Samantha “—any ideas who could be behind this? You don’t recognize the guy who tried to grab you, so it’s possible he’s a hired thug. Is there any event or relationship from your past or present that could drive someone to this kind of action?”
Samantha pinched her lips, deep in thought. Several moments later, she shook her head. “No idea whatsoever.”
“What about ransom?”
Lily poked her face in between the front seats. “What’s ransom?”
“It means that someone could want to hold you or Samantha as their captive until you or someone pays them a certain amount of money. Usually a large, almost exorbitant, amount.”
“Exorbitant? I like that word, Mr. Palmer. Does it mean an amount that’s really, really big?”
This girl just got better and better. He hadn’t gone through law school learning to question and defend and write briefs without acquiring some appreciation for word choice. “You got it.”
Samantha pointed a stare at him that nearly pushed him out the door. Okay, he got the message. Apparently he wasn’t supposed to get friendly with the kid. “As interesting as your ransom idea is, Reid—” she could have stabbed him with the force of her enunciation “—I just can’t see it. Lily has a trust from her father’s death, but it’s not a large amount by any stretch of the imagination. I have some savings, but nothing significant. There are certainly bigger and wealthier targets. In fact, I shouldn’t even use the word wealthier in that sentence. That implies that I or Lily have some wealth to begin with. It’s funny how so many people think that lawyers are rich. But not all of us are.”
Reid calculated what was in his checking and savings as well as what was in his wallet, and he had to agree. “What about family members who could be forced to pay a ransom amount?”
“My sister and I share the practice, so I know she wouldn’t have much more than me. When my father left my mother, he nearly left her destitute. She wouldn’t have anything to pay.”
Reid swiped his hand through his hair. He could almost hear the ding in his mind as long-forgotten pieces came together. “Wait a minute. What’s your father’s name?”
Samantha narrowed her gaze at him. She had probably figured out where his question was leading. “Thomas Callahan.”
“You mean the Thomas Callahan, one of the most well-known and well-paid divorce attorneys in the Indianapolis area?”
“Unfortunately, yes. It’s not a pretty thing when a prestigious divorce lawyer leaves his own wife.” She pressed her hand to her chest as if the heart palpitations caused by the betrayal were still fresh.
Her expression was so pitiful Reid wanted to slide to the edge of his seat and take her in his arms, and whisper sweet comfort to her. But there was nothing worse he could do at this juncture, for her safety or his. In fact, the sooner this whole situation was resolved and he was removed from Samantha’s presence, the better. He couldn’t risk attachment, not with his history and the statistics to prove his genetic tendencies toward anger.
Before he could respond, Samantha killed that idea. “If these bad guys have done their research, they should know that my father would most likely not pay a ransom. We haven’t spoken much over the years. When we do, it’s rather curt. And we haven’t been in contact at all in over a year.”
“What about Lily? Who in her past would have money to pay a ransom?” Reid glanced at the backseat. Lily wore her spy sunglasses and was stroking her long ponytail, pulling it off to the side as if trying to see it in the mirror in the glasses.
Samantha picked at an invisible piece of lint on her skirt. “When she was only three, her mother died. So it’s been just her and her dad for several years. I got to know her at church and became a sort of substitute mother for her. Her father was killed in a hit-and-run not long ago, but at least he had set up a will that appointed me as her guardian.” She squinted at the dark sky and the clouds hovering outside her window. “Can we talk about this on the way to my condo? Surely we can at least pick up some clothes and necessary items before the rain starts.”
Reid sagged in his seat, his ankle holster pressed into his leg. Perhaps just a few moments to run into her place would be all right. He turned the key in the ignition and checked his rearview mirror.
Lily sat in the middle of the backseat, clutching the purple backpack, a tear escaping from underneath her sunglasses.
* * *
Finally, Samantha was making some progress in her reasoning with Reid. Maybe once they got to her condo and all was well, he would see that she could stay there without problem.
Maybe she would be convinced of that, as well...especially since there was no place else to run.
At her instruction, Reid pulled out of the parking lot and turned right.
“Are you familiar with the Maple Grove Condominiums on the east side of town?”
Reid