Free Forever Eva [Sequel to When Kat's Away] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Missy Martine

can somehow prove everything you’ve told us.”
    Eva stood and began pacing back and forth in the bright room, her lips pressed tight together, her hands clasped tight enough to turn her knuckles white. There was a strain in her voice when she turned to Tony. “Do you think Timothy is somewhere trying to figure out things on his own here?”
    Tony rubbed the slight stubble on his chin and sat down on the couch. “How long were you in the basement before you heard our voices?”
    “I don’t know exactly, but it wasn’t very long. Maybe five or ten minutes at the most.”
    “Then I don’t see how he could be here. Zach and I were talking in front of the building for that long, before we came inside. Only the front door is accessible, so we would have seen him if he came through with you. Assuming you did come from the past, it’s possible the time portal returned him to your time, or sent him to a different time altogether. Remember how long it took Kat to make it through. If it makes you feel any safer, I can get a description from you and have some of my police friends be on the lookout for him.”
    A small smiled graced her face as the edges of her mouth tilted up. She walked over and threw her slender arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, oh, thank you so much. I’ve been worried he’d show up at any time and start making demands again. He had a gun pressed against my side when we came through the portal, so I guess he’d still have it now.”
    Tony breathed in deeply, taking in her gardenia scent. He cleared his throat again. “What kind of gun did he have?”
    She pulled back far enough to gaze into his eyes. “A Colt 45.”
    He gently pushed her back, got up, and walked over to the table beside the couch and picked up a small notebook and pen. “Okay, give me a description of Timothy. What’s his full name?”
    She leaned back on the couch. “His name is Timothy Canders, and he’s around thirty-five years old.” She grimaced. “At least he was when we left. He’s a little taller than you, but not quite as tall as Zach, with short brown hair and brown eyes.”
    “Does he have any scars or tattoos, any distinguishing marks?”
    She shook her head. “Not that I know of, certainly none you can see just by looking at his face.”
    “All right, I’ll put out an unofficial BOLO on him and see if anybody spots anything.”
    “What’s a BOLO?”
    “It’s a police term for be on the lookout for someone. If he’s spotted, they’ll get word to me.”
    “What do we do if they find him?”
    Tony shrugged. “I have no idea. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
    Eva smiled. “That’s another of Mama’s favorite sayings. It’s strange to hear…”
    The front door opened, and Zach walked in. He looked toward the living room and grinned. “Sorry, since you’re letting me stay here, I didn’t think I had to knock.” He stopped and stared at Eva for a moment. “Well, don’t you look pretty all dressed up in my sister’s clothes. But I’ll bet you look even prettier when we get you some clothes that fit you. She’s quite a bit taller than you.”
    Tony glanced at her feet and bit back a laugh. She’d rolled up the long legs until they rested right at the top of her ankle. Turning back to Zach, he raised his brows. “Any luck with your errand?”
    Zach glanced at Eva and hesitated.
    “Go ahead,” Tony said. “Tell us what you found out. She knows that we’re looking for a way to prove her story.”
    Zach winced, sent an apologetic look toward Eva, and then turned back to Tony. “I went to the county courthouse where the records are kept. The woman there did a quick search on their computerized data but could not find a record of birth for Evalina Katarina Bennington-Martinson.”
    “What does that mean?” asked Eva.
    Zach moved to stand next to Zach. “It just means that if there is a birth certificate somewhere, it never got scanned into the county’s