risk.â
âWhat could you have told her?â
âNothing. Iâve already given up everything I have, which is why I thought the past was behind me. But if theyâve determined that she could have information that puts them at risk, then theyâre going to do whatever it takes to get it out of her.â
âAnd if she tells them she knows nothing?â
âThey arenât even going to ask her at first. You donât get your best answers when someone is fully cognitive and functioning at their best. Even when theyâre initially scared. Theyâll weaken her, physically and mentally, and then theyâll start to question her.â
Clay got the picture, but asked, anyway. âAnd ifâwhenâshe has nothing to give them?â
âTheyâll keep her alive a little longer. But theyâll step up their attempts to get her to talk. When theyâre convinced she knows nothing, sheâll be killed.â
âWeâve had a ransom call.â Didnât sound like the people Rick Thomas had dealt with would need extra cash.
âCould be to throw you off track. Or it could be that your kidnappers have nothing to do with me. Iâll pray for the latter.â
Clay would, too. Meanwhile⦠âTell me about this Segura guy.â
âHeâs into illegal arms. He runs things from an island off Costa Rica. Heâs got at least eight men that I know of who could get Kelly Chapman out of the country without a trace.â
Thomas named the men. Clay wrote.
âSeguraâs business was brought down by my team, but he walked away because he had a government contact. Since then, heâs built the business back up bigger thanever. The guy we know he was working with is dead, but we could never be sure if there was only one government man involved. We are certain there was a mole in the DOD. Whether itâs the man who died or not is anybodyâs guess. All intelligence has gone dark on this one.â
Scribbling the name of the dead manâa U.S. career military officialâClay rapidly wrote down other details from Rick Thomasâs covert life as the man dictated them and then, thanking Thomas, Clay destroyed the phone as heâd been instructed and tossed the remains in a trash bin on the way back to his car.
He had more leads than he had time to follow.
And only one question at the moment.
How the hell was he going to bring one woman out of this clusterfuck alive?
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âYou look good, Mags. Nice. No makeup. Your hair in a ponytail. I like the sweater. It matches your jeans. Are they new?â
âThe sweater is,â Maggie said, ashamed. Mom would feel bad that someone else was buying Maggie nice things when she couldnât ever have. Maggieâd thought about not wearing the soft pink pullover. But Kelly said the new sweater brought out the light streaks in Maggieâs hair and complemented the deep brown of her eyes. Besides, it was Kellyâs favorite and right now, with Kelly missing, Maggie just had to wear the sweater.
The jeans were new, too. Just not as new. And Maggie had paid for them with money sheâd saved from the paper route sheâd had over the summer. Money sheâd saved in the account Mom had helped her open.
âThey said you asked to see me,â Mom told her now, her eyes all warm and soft-looking, like she got when Maggie had a bad dream or had cramps or was puking or something. It was the Mom she loved more than anything. And missed so much she hurt thinking about it.
Which was why she tried not to think about Mom too much. Or about what Mom had done.
Some days it all still seemed like a huge mistake. Someone was wrong. Except that Mom had written it all down. Sheâd pled guilty so there wasnât even a trial.
And she was in here, sitting at the stupid, old, scarred, dirty table wearing an orange suit thing that didnât look good on her at all.
âMags?