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“How long did she live with him?”

“Only a couple of months. I can’t imagine why she stayed even that long.”

“He isn’t some kind of pervert? Some guy on the sex offender’s list?”

“The police checked. They said he wasn’t on the list. At least not under that name. The few times I talked to him, he never seemed inclined in that direction.”

“But you don’t know for sure.”

He didn’t miss the guilt that moved across her features. “No, I don’t know for sure. But my guess is his motive was more about revenge against Laura.”

“And you.”

The guilty look returned. “That’s right.”

“Because she dumped him and he blames you.”

“Yes. And Troy has this men-are-superior thing. He doesn’t value women very highly, and Sam’s a boy. He would go on and on about boys becoming men...real men. As if he could make it happen for Sam.”

Ben’s insides were churning. How could Laura have brought this kind of loser into her house? But he hadn’t seen Laura in years, and if she had been drinking the way Claire said... “How long have you known I was Sam’s father?”

“Laura told me two years ago. She wasn’t drinking then. She begged me not to tell you unless there was no other choice. She said you lived a life of adventure, that it was the life you wanted. She said you wouldn’t want to be tied down with a kid.”

He felt like punching something. The woman across from him was his closest target. Too bad he had a rule against hitting women.

She was watching him, sizing him up. Did she really think he would shirk his duties as a father? Did Laura really think that? “Just proves how little she knew me.”

He took a drink of his coffee, but his adrenaline was pumping and he no longer needed the caffeine. “Los Angeles was the last place Sam was seen?”

“That’s right.”

“You headed back there?”

“So you’ve decided to help me?”

“I’m going to find my son. It doesn’t matter if he’s run away or if this guy Bridger took him. The minute I saw that picture, I had no other choice.”

Two

C
laire felt those pale eyes boring into her like twin laser beams. When she had come to Houston, she hadn’t been sure Ben Slocum would help her. But then she saw his face as he looked at his son for the very first time, and she had believed nothing would stop him from finding the boy.

“What other information can you give me?” Ben asked, shifting restlessly in his chair.

“I left my briefcase in the car. I have copies of Laura’s file. She wouldn’t want me to show it to you, but—”

“I don’t give a fuck what Laura would want. She kept my son from me. She should have come to me years ago. Now her silence has put him in danger. I need to know every damn thing the woman did since the day Sam was born.”

Claire’s fingers tightened around the coffee mug. She wasn’t afraid of him—well, not exactly—but she didn’t doubt he was a dangerous man.

“I don’t know everything. Just what’s gone on since she filed for financial assistance and I was assigned her case three years ago. And what I know as her friend.”

“What about Bridger?”

“I was able to get a copy of the police report. They looked into finding him. Came up with nothing.”

“Why not?”

“The police think the name Troy Bridger is an alias.”

Ben leaned back in his chair. “You’re kidding me, right? You’re telling me the cops don’t have a damned thing on the guy who may have abducted my son?”

“They don’t know who he really is, and they don’t know where he’s gone. They know his address before he left town because Laura knew where he moved after they broke up. I was able to give them the information. Laura also told me he worked as a crane operator for a big construction company, but the police talked to his supervisor and he said Troy quit a couple of weeks ago.”

“What about fingerprints? There had to be some in his apartment.”

“They didn’t find a match. I’m sorry. I wish I knew more, but I don’t.”

“Why are you so sure Bridger has Sam?”

“Troy drove a beat-up Chevy pickup. Sam’s foster parents said he came to the house to see Sam a couple of times. I talked to the neighbors. One of them saw his truck in the area the day Sam went missing.”

“You got a plate number?”

“No.”

“Have the cops got a BOLO out on the guy?”

“Yes. They’re looking for him as a person of interest, but so far they haven’t found any trace or him or Sam.”

Tension rippled across those wide shoulders. “So there’s nothing under Bridger’s name, no driver’s license, no registration, no plate number. Nothing.”

“The police say his driver’s license was a forgery. There’s no real proof Troy Bridger ever existed.”

Ben raked a hand through his thick black hair. His now-cold coffee sat nearly untouched in front of him. “You think this guy Bridger took him, but the police and Sam’s foster parents think he ran away. Why would he do that?”

She wished she didn’t have to tell him. She wished it weren’t true. “Sam was wildly unhappy in the Roberson house. I promised him he wouldn’t have to stay there forever. I tried very hard to get custody myself, but the judge thought Sam would be better off with a couple. I told Sam I was going to keep trying. If that didn’t work, I’d make sure he got moved to a family he liked.”

“But Sam didn’t want to wait,” Ben guessed.

“That’s right.” Just thinking about the betrayal she had seen in Sam’s eyes made her heart hurt. “He threatened to run away a couple of times, but I don’t think he really would have. He was just so impatient. You know how kids can be—or maybe you don’t remember.”

He cast her a glance. “You don’t think I can remember that far back?”

She smiled. “I know you’re only thirty-three. I just meant some people kind of block out their childhood.”

“Well, I remember mine way too well.”

She mulled that over, knew from Laura that he’d had a tough, lonely childhood. “Sam was unhappy. I think that’s the reason he left with Troy. Troy had known his mother. That was the connection. And Troy has this dog. Pepper. A black Labrador retriever. Sam’s crazy about that dog.”

“I want to see those files, but we need to get on the road. In a missing-child case, time is crucial. You should have called me the day he disappeared. Hell, you should have called me two years ago when Laura told you my name.”

Her chin inched up. She didn’t know Ben Slocum, only what Laura had told her about him and what she’d been able to dig up on the internet. “Maybe I should have. I guess that remains to be seen.”

His jaw went hard. He looked as though he was fighting to stay in control. He released a slow breath. “I keep a bag packed. Old habit. I’ll grab it and we’re out of here. It’ll take a little longer to get through airport security, since I’m traveling with a weapon.”

“A weapon? You’re taking a gun?”

“We don’t know what we’re dealing with here. I’m not going empty-handed.”

She didn’t know how she felt about that. He was ex-military, though. If anyone ought to know how to use a weapon, she supposed it would be Ben.

He wasn’t gone five minutes, returning with a black canvas duffel slung over a heavily muscled shoulder. Ben put out a new batch of dry food for the cat, who had his own high-tech security cat door into the backyard, checked the auto-watering bowl, then went outside and drove his Denali into the garage. Then they headed out to her rental car for the trip to the airport.

“You drive. On the way, I’ll go through the files.”

She didn’t argue. She didn’t like his high-handedness, but she liked his take-action attitude. So far the police had come up with nothing. They believed the Robersons, believed Sam had run away.

Claire didn’t believe it for a minute.

As she drove toward the airport, Ben sat in the passenger seat poring over the files she had brought in the hope that if he decided to help her the information might be useful.

“Laura Maryann Thompson,” he read. “Born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, December fourteenth, nineteen eighty. It lists the schools she attended. Pittsburgh Community College is where we met.”

“She was your same age, right? You were both sophomores? You were putting yourself through school, planning to join the navy when you graduated.”

“That’s right.”

As the car rolled along, Claire flicked him a sideways glance, saw him studying her face.

“So she talked about me,” he said. “What else did she tell you?”

“She said your father was a steelworker. That you worked with him at the mill part-time to put yourself through school. She said your mother left when you were nine years old.”

“That’s right. The same age as Sam. She tell you my dad worked like a dog just to put food on the table? He was a good man but he was a lousy father. Mostly I had to fend for myself. It wasn’t the kind of life I’d want for a kid of mine.”

Claire made no reply. Laura had told her Ben had been pretty much on his own since grade school, since the day his mother walked out of the house. She’d said she admired what he had made of himself.

“What happened to Laura’s parents?” Ben asked as she merged onto the 59 Freeway heading north. “They were nice people. Samuel was her father’s name.”

“They died in a car wreck six months after Sam was born. I think that was part of the reason she started drinking. She wasn’t good at handling responsibility.”

Ben’s jaw looked tight. “I would have helped with the boy. All she had to do was ask.”

Claire didn’t tell him that Laura hadn’t asked him for help because she didn’t want to burden him. The reckless, devil-may-care boy she had loved in college wanted excitement and adventure. He hadn’t been ready for marriage or fatherhood. Even years later when he had come to L.A., he wasn’t ready to settle down.

Or at least that was what Laura believed.

Ben looked down at the file. “Says she married a guy named Tom Schofield in 2001. Divorced a year later. No kids. Why not?”

“Laura said she didn’t love him. She said she tried to, but it just wouldn’t work.”

He looked up as they took the turnoff to the airport. “That night in L.A....she told me she was on the pill.”

Claire could feel those icy eyes on her. He was waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t want to betray Laura’s trust.

“Tell me the truth,” he pressed. “Did she get pregnant on purpose?”

A shaft of weariness slid through her. “Laura wasn’t on the pill, if that’s what you’re asking. She wanted your baby. There was no way to be sure she’d get pregnant that night, but she was happy when she found out.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“As it turned out, she wasn’t well suited to be a mother. She loved Sam, but the responsibilities of raising a child were just too much for her to handle.”

Ben fell silent, but she could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. Laura had borne him a son. She had needed his help, but she had refused to ask.

Neither had Claire. And some of his anger was definitely aimed at her.

* * *

They missed the 11:10 flight out of Bush International, but got tickets for the 2:20. Ben had wanted to stop by the Atlas Security office, where he worked as a freelance P.I., and put the company computer whiz, Sol Greenway, to work digging up something—anything—on Troy Bridger. But it was Sunday, and after Alex and Sabrina’s wedding and late-night reception, everyone was sleeping in. No one would be at work till Monday morning.

If he found anything that would give Sol a place to start, he’d call him at home. The kid was always willing to help.

While they waited in the busy terminal for the later flight, Ben went through Claire’s files a second time. The information on Sam tugged at a place in his heart he didn’t know he still had. His son was a straight-A student. He played baseball and soccer. His teachers liked him and he had lots of friends.

Clearly Sam was a lot more outgoing than Ben ever had been.

A document he had missed the first time slid out from behind another piece of paper. Sam’s birth certificate. The father was listed as Benjamin Slocum. It made him mad all over again.

“Why didn’t the welfare department call me? I thought they went after deadbeat dads for child support.”

Claire’s gaze swung to his. She had big green eyes, he noticed, though it was hard to tell with a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose as she read the paper.

“You weren’t a deadbeat dad. You didn’t even know you had a son. And they didn’t go after you because Laura stopped taking assistance after just a few months. She thought it was demeaning.”

“I’m not surprised. Her mother was a member of the DAR.”

“Daughters of the American Revolution.”

“That’s right. She was always proud of her family heritage. She had a lot of self-esteem—at least back then.”

The terminal buzzed with noise around them, making it a little hard to talk. “So if she wasn’t getting assistance, why were you still involved?”

“I told you, because we were friends. Better than friends, if you want the truth. I can’t explain it. I was a couple of years younger. At first I felt sorry for her, raising a kid by herself. As I got to know her, something just clicked between us. And I admired her for trying to make it on her own.”

“Did she?”

“She worked as a secretary in an insurance company. She drank too much, but she managed to control it enough to keep her job.” Those big green eyes zeroed in on him. “And there was Sam. He’s really special. Smart. Tough. Yet amazingly loving. He took care of Laura more than she took care of him. You can be proud of him, Ben.”

His throat felt tight. He had a kid named Sam. A son he could be proud of. He was out there somewhere and he was in trouble.

“I’m going to find him. I won’t stop until I do.” He felt Claire’s hand on his arm, looked down to see long, slim fingers, no wedding ring.


We’re
going to find him, Ben. I promised Laura I’d make sure Sam got a good home. I intend to keep my word.”

* * *

With the time change, the plane landed at 6:00 p.m. The October weather wasn’t much different in L.A. than in Houston, eighty degrees, clear skies and sunshine.

“There’s no reason for you to stay in a hotel,” Claire said to Ben as she wheeled her carry-on along the crowded corridors then took the escalator to the ground-floor exit. “I’ve got an apartment in Santa Monica. You’d have your own room. We can brainstorm, work the leads you come up with.”

She shoved through the terminal doors and stepped out on the sidewalk, where a heavy gust of wind hit her, plastering the narrow skirt of her conservative yellow suit to her legs. A few feet away, buses and taxis rushed past. Cars crawled along and limousines darted in and out, picking up the rich and famous who frequented the L.A. airport.

Ben shook his head. “Look, Claire, I’m a private investigator. Finding people is one of the things I do. The information you’ve given me is going to help. If I need something else, I’ll call you. Just give me your cell phone number, and—”

“No. That isn’t going to happen, Ben. You don’t seem to understand. I promised Laura
on her deathbed
that I’d take care of her son. I failed to do that. Now I have to make this right. I promised Laura—and not you or anyone else is going to stop me.”

Something shifted across his features. Might have been a hint of approval, but probably just a trick of the light.

His voice softened. “Look, I get it. You’re trying to do the right thing. But I’m a professional, Claire. Aside from that, I’m the boy’s father.”

“You’re his father in name only. Sam doesn’t even know you exist. He isn’t going to just fall into your arms. Dammit, he might not even go with you if you find him.”

“What about your job? Don’t you have to work?”

“I...umm...took a leave of absence. I have a small inheritance from my grandfather. I can afford to take some time off.”

Those icy eyes were filled with turbulence, his features hard.

“I need to be there,” she pressed, “to make sure he understands what’s happening to him. For God’s sake, Ben, he’s just a little boy!”

Ben tipped his head back and stared up at the cement overhang above them. He seemed to be trying to pull himself together. “All right. We’ll try it your way. But I’m not letting you slow me down. If I need to move fast, I will.”

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