Free Rescue Me by Allie Adams

shrugged when she shot him a look.
    The back passenger's side door opened.
Spencer moved away from the table and approached the window. “Who
do we have here?”
    Out stepped a tall man dressed in all black
with slicked back hair that matched his clothing and receded into a
widow's peak, paired with a pointed goatee covering his chin. He
had on dark sunglasses and curled his lip in obvious disapproval of
the entire scene as he slowly took in his surroundings.
    Kathryn joined Spencer. “He looks like he
realized he just stepped in something.”
    The man removed his sunglasses and rested
black-as-coal eyes on the window. He didn't meet Spencer's gaze,
which told him he had to be looking at Kathryn. Spencer
stiffened.
    “Showtime. Stay here.” Spencer stepped out of
the Com Van and approached their guests. He stretched out his hand
to Martin Miller first. “Sir. We have the wall tent set up for you
and your…” he paused and let that hang, knowing Miller would
finish.
    “My daughter. Martha, this is Spencer.”
    Spencer picked up the fact that Miller didn't
use his title and ran with it. “Spencer Allen, ma'am.” He took her
hand. He then turned to the other male when Miller didn't introduce
him. Hell, he didn't even acknowledge him. “And you are?”
    “Damon Salazar. I'm Martha's boyfriend.”
    Spencer kept his attention on Salazar but in
his peripheral he didn't miss the way Miller thrust out his chin at
Salazar's announcement. Daddy didn't care much for the boyfriend.
Good to know.
    “If you all will follow me to the tent, we
can get you settled in.”
    Miller glanced at the smoke lazily rising out
of the tent's chimney. He then gave Spencer a nod and the family
followed him inside.
    Holy shit. The team definitely did a great
job at building up the fire in the portable wood stove. It had to
be eighty degrees in this thing. He was about to offer to unzip one
of the flaps covering a screen when Martha spoke in a quiet voice.
“It feels nice in here.”
    “Can I get anyone some coffee?”
    “Enough playing host,” Miller barked.
“Where's my grandson?”
    “We're doing everything we can, sir.”
    Martha's chin quivered as she melted into one
of the chairs at the round table in the center of the tent. “I just
don't understand why he was even up here.”
    Interesting. So Miller didn't tell his
daughter the real reason behind Tommy's disappearance. Spencer
stole a quick glance at Salazar. He looked bored. All heart, that
one.
    “Have you checked the cabin again?” Miller
asked.
    “Yes, sir.”
    Miller thinned his lips and practically
growled. “Maybe you missed something.”
    And maybe you should let me do my job .
“We have a team on the cabin in case Tommy returns.”
    “Where are the Robinsons?”
    Spencer kept his expression still as he
studied Miller, waiting for clarification.
    Miller added, “The Swiss family Tommy was up
here with.”
    Ah. Those Robinsons. He'd been forced to read Swiss Family Robinson in high school and knew all about the
Robinson family that had been abandoned by the crew when the ship
ran aground. They were survivalists. Resourceful. And pretty damn
lucky.
    At least the kidnappers had two out of three
going for them.
    “They are up here as well.” He gave Miller a
look before immediately stealing another glance Salazar's way. Was
he checking his nails? Why in the hell wasn't he comforting his
girlfriend?
    Spencer's suspicion mounted. Salazar had his
sunglasses on inside the tent. He stood a good two feet from his
girlfriend. When he caught Spencer studying him, he stepped forward
and rested his hands on Martha's petite shoulders.
    Miller noticed the gesture as well and
clearly didn't appreciate it. “Spencer, why don't you and I see to
that coffee?”
    As soon as they exited the tent, Miller
started in, his voice barely audible. “What the fuck is going on,
Allen? Where's my grandson?”
    Spencer hated having to cater to Miller,
simply because he was on the board. This man