Anything that could get her into trouble. Because he loved her that much.
And he was right about the lies. People believed Kyle. Including Kelly. Which meant Kelly didnât think Mac loved Maggie. She thought Maggieâs Mac was that Abrams creep. She believed Kyle, so she didnât understand.
And because of that, Maggie couldnât see Mac right now. Because he was older and could go to jail for loving Maggie. If they so much as smiled at each other he could be in big trouble. Which meant she had to be without the one person who loved her more than anyone else at the absolute hardest time of her life.
And it was all Kyleâs fault.
âYou want me to go back there with you?â Kyle spoke for only the third time during the whole trip as they pulled into the prison drive. The first time had been to ask her if she wanted to talk. Sheâd politely declined. And the second time had been to ask if she wanted to stop for something to eat or drink or to use the restroom. Like she was a little kid. Like she couldnât make it less than an hour without eating, drinking or peeing.
âNo, I know the way,â Maggie said. And then, remembering last Thursday, added, âbut you have to sign me in, and if you want to wait in the hall, that would be okay.â
She didnât want to be in that place alone. Even if it was just Kyle waiting for her.
She didnât want to be pregnant at fourteen, either. She wasnât ruining her life like Mom had. She was going to college. To be someone, like Kelly was. But still, sheâd cried so much when sheâd had her period and knew she wasnât having Macâs child.
If she was pregnant with his baby, sheâd have someone of her own to loveâand to love her. And sheâd have part of Mac with her always. Their love would be alive and the baby would keep them together forever.
Kyle signed Maggie in and then stepped back. âIâll be right here,â he said, looking her straight in the eye.
The way Kelly did.
She liked that, when someone looked at her as if she was a real person, not just a kid.
Nodding, Maggie followed the guard through the series of doors that led to the dungeon where Mom lived now.
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Heâd driven fifteen minutes to the local downtown FBI office for a phone. Glancing at the cheap-looking cell, Clay drove to a nearby park and, moving at all times as heâd been instructed, he headed toward a large deserted grassy area and dialed the number heâd been given. It wasnât like he had to worry about other park-goers this morning. It was December and barely fifty degrees outside.
âAgent Thatcher? Rick Thomas here.â The voice that picked up on the first ring didnât completely surprise Clay. It did relieve him, though. âSorry about all the paranoia here, the scrambled phone, but I canât afford to take chances. We were hoping my past was over, that I was free, but with Kelly Chapman missing we canât be sure. Consequently, my fiancée and brother and I are leaving this morning for a new life under government protection. After this conversation, we wonât be speaking again.â
Goddamn. What kind of vicious case was he into?
âWhoâs after you?â
âIâve made a lot of potential enemies within the worldâs crime populationâdrugs and illegal arms, mostlyâbut my fifteen years of staying alive in that world tells me that if Dr. Chapmanâs disappearance has anything to do with me, youâre either looking for a man named Hernandez Segura or for a mole in the United States Department of Defense.â
Holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, Clay walked and wrote in his pocket notebook at the same time.
âIn either case, if they have her, chances are they arenâtgoing to kill her right away. If someone from my world is behind this, that means they think Iâve told her something that can put them at