Love Inspired Suspense June 2015 - Box Set 2 of 2: Exit Strategy\Payback\Covert Justice (40 page)

FOUR

W
hen he walked back into the waiting room, he tried not to stare in Heidi's direction. She was sitting in a corner. He assumed it was because that position gave her a good view of everyone entering and leaving and kept anyone from sneaking up on her from behind. She was holding something in her hands and as he got closer he realized what it was.

She was knitting.

Knitting?

Her fingers continued wrapping and circling and twisting yarn and she didn't appear to have noticed his arrival.

“You ready?” Caroline put the magazine she'd been skimming back on the stack and stretched a few times in her seat before standing.

“I guess.” He looked back toward the ICU. “Seems wrong to leave, though.”

Caroline laced her arm through his. “She'll need us to be able to relieve her tomorrow.”

Blake stifled a yawn. He couldn't deny that his body craved sleep the way it craved Mountain Dew in the morning. But he couldn't shake the idea that this stroke might not have been a natural event. Someone might have done something to cause this. What if his dad was in great danger?

Who was he kidding? What could he do about it if he was? Sure, he could protect himself if someone got close enough to throw a punch, but running him off the road? His dad having a stroke at dinner?

How could he protect his family from an enemy he couldn't see, couldn't touch and didn't understand?

For one brief moment he caught Heidi's eye. She nodded toward the elevator and her look conveyed the message that she thought he should leave. He found himself compelled to trust her and that frightened him almost as much as the mysterious Kovac family.

He knew better than to trust a stranger too soon.

Still...

Caroline propelled him toward the elevator. As they waited, he noticed Heidi had stopped knitting. With a few practiced moves, she rolled up the object she'd been working on, popped it into her bag and stood.

He didn't make eye contact as she walked to the elevators and stood to one side. She nodded at them when the doors opened and they entered first. She stepped in and leaned against the side closest to the controls.

“I'm starving.” Caroline rummaged through her purse. “I was in the middle of dinner with Stephanie when Mom called.”

“Stephanie?”

Caroline flushed.

“You said you had a date.”

“I did...sort of.”

“With Stephanie?” Caroline and Stephanie had been inseparable friends since preschool.

“She's due any day. We wanted to get in one girls' night before the baby.”

Blake shook his head. “I get that. What I don't get is why you told me you had a date.”

Caroline pulled a half-eaten granola bar from her bag. “Yes! Now I won't pass out before I get back to Stephanie's.”

“You're spending the night?”

Caroline shrugged. “You know, in case she goes into labor or something.”

“You still haven't answered my question.”

Caroline took a huge bite and chewed. She pointed to her mouth, as if she planned to answer his question after she swallowed. He didn't buy it.

“You aren't getting out of this, Care Bear,” he said. “I don't care if you date or not. I do care about you lying to me.”

He glanced at Heidi. She was watching Caroline, her eyes narrowed in clear concern. Maybe he should save the brotherly lecture for later. Someplace private. Someplace where he could give his little sister a real piece of his mind. He rested his head against the wall and stared at the ceiling. Had he put so much pressure on her that she'd rather lie to him than admit she hadn't had a date in a year? Maybe he owed her an apology.

“Blake!” Heidi's voice cut through his thoughts. Why was she yelling at him? Caroline would—

“It's okay. We'll get you some help.” Heidi had her arms around Caroline, supporting her. His sister looked like she was barely holding on to consciousness. “I've got you,” Heidi said. “Peanut allergy, right?”

How did she know? He put his arm around Caroline and together they eased her into a sitting position on the elevator floor. “Yes. Peanuts. Caroline? Care Bear, can you hear me?”

Caroline's eyes were open, but she didn't seem to be able to speak. Her face was red and her lips had a slight purplish cast.

“Does she carry an EpiPen?” Heidi rummaged through Caroline's purse.

“She should. She always has it.”

Heidi flipped the purse over and shook everything out. “It's not here!” She shoved the contents back into the purse, then jumped to her feet and pressed the emergency button as the doors opened into the lobby of the hospital.

“How do we get to the emergency room?” Heidi shouted at the startled volunteer sitting at the reception desk.

The woman pointed to her right. Blake spotted a wheelchair and didn't bother asking if he could take it. As soon as Caroline was seated he took off down the hall.

“Call somebody and tell them we're coming,” Heidi ordered the receptionist as they raced past her. “Tell them it's anaphylaxis and we'll need some epinephrine.”

The next few minutes passed in a blur of yelling and questions he had no answers to. What had she eaten? How had she been exposed?

The ER staff was amazing and it wasn't long before Caroline sat up on a bed taking deep breaths through the oxygen mask she pressed to her face. Tears streaked her ashen cheeks.

“My EpiPen?” she asked, her voice rough.

“It wasn't in your purse,” he said.

“I know it was,” she said, confusion and fear thickening her words.

“Heidi dumped everything out, Caroline. It wasn't there.”

Caroline glanced around the room. “Who's Heidi?”

Uh-oh. What should he say? Once they'd stabilized Caroline, Heidi had slipped from the room. He couldn't tell Caroline he suspected she'd gone to do some sort of special agent undercover something or other.

“The lady in the elevator.”

“Oh,” Caroline said. “Do you know her?”

Did he? Not really. “We just met.” He needed to change the subject. “Why don't you rest. Don't try to talk. Focus on breathing.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. “That's not going to be too difficult.”

Within minutes, her soft snores blended with the beeping from the monitors. She'd never had much tolerance for Benadryl, and he had a feeling they'd pumped her full of it. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he was surprised to see the initials
HZ
pop up.

He stepped from the room and caught the call. “Hello?”

“How's Caroline?” Heidi's words came out clipped.

“Stable. They want to watch her, but she should be able to go home in a few hours.”

“Okay. Good.” The relief in her words surprised him. During the entire chaotic episode she'd been calm and composed. Even as she yelled for assistance, the words came out with authority, not panic.

Had she been more worried than he'd realized?

“I need to talk to her.”

“What? Why?”

“Because,” she said, and her voice dropped to a whisper. “Three members of your family have experienced life-threatening catastrophes in the past thirty-six hours. Do you not think that's a problem?”

“Of course it's a problem, but shouldn't we call the police?”

“My boss already has. They've turned it over to us.”

That was fast. “Who is ‘us'?”

“The FBI in general, my team in specific. My partner is on his way from DC, along with several other agents who are coming to provide round-the-clock protection for your family.”

This could not be happening. It had to be a dream. He would wake up and his biggest problem would be a malfunctioning blower at the factory.

“Do you think she's up to talking to me?”

“She's asleep, and with the amount of Benadryl they gave her, I doubt that status will change anytime soon.” He pressed his head against the wall as another thought raced through his mind. “Oh, man. I need to tell Mom and Dad. And I need to call Caroline's friend Stephanie to let her know what's going on.”

Then another, far greater fear threatened to choke him. “Maggie.”

“I'm sorry? What?”

“Maggie. I need to get her. She's not safe. She's—”

“Blake.” A hand closed over his arm and it took him a second to realize that her voice hadn't come through the phone. How had she snuck up on him?

* * *

Heidi squeezed Blake's arm. Poor guy. He was handling this far better than she'd anticipated, but he looked like he was about to drop.

“Maggie is fine.” She released his arm. “Two of the best agents I know are currently posing as repairmen. They are watching the front and back of your in-laws' home. The windows and blinds are open enough for them to see Maggie and your in-laws. No one will get in there without going through my agents.”

No need to tell him that if anything happened to a child, none of them would ever forgive themselves.

“Why is this happening?”

She didn't think he'd meant to say that aloud, but it was a valid question. “I don't know, but I will find out. It would help me if you could tell me everything you know about Caroline's allergy. It looked like she reacted to something in her purse. Could she have purchased something with peanuts in it by accident?”

“No. Caroline is supercautious. She special-orders those bars by the case. They are crazy expensive, made in a guaranteed nut-free production facility. She has one every day. She eats half in the morning and the other half in the afternoon.”

“No allergies other than peanuts, right?”

“No. She eats dairy, eggs, shellfish...no problem. She can even eat almonds or cashews. Wait a minute. How do you know that?”

Oops. “It's in her file.”

Blake rubbed his eyes. “Awesome.”

He needed sleep, but she couldn't do anything about that. A small arrangement of chairs sat in a quiet corner and she nodded in their direction. “Let's sit.”

He didn't argue. He collapsed into a chair and put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. “I can't believe she didn't have her EpiPen.”

“Is she good about keeping it with her?”

“Fanatical. She had a severe reaction when she was twelve. The pen was at the house and we were up at the waterfall behind the plant. Big company-wide fun day. She bit into a dessert and her throat closed up. We've always been thankful for the presence and quick thinking of one of our operators with a serious bee allergy. He had his pen in his pocket. I've never seen anyone move the way he did. Saved her life.”

He blew out a breath and looked at her, frustration and confusion evident on his face. “Since then, she doesn't go anywhere without it. She keeps one in her purse at all times, we have two in the plant medical supplies, and she carries one around in her pocket when she's at home. You saw how fast it happened. If she had a serious reaction when she was alone...”

Heidi could imagine. And the more Blake talked, the more certain she'd become that this had not been an accident.

“Do people at the plant know about the allergy?”

“Yeah. We don't prohibit people from eating peanuts, but we do have a peanut-free break room and general allergy awareness as part of our new employee orientation. We have two people with peanut allergies, one with a bee allergy and another with an egg allergy.”

He fiddled with his watch band. “Do you think it was Mark?”

Oh, yeah. But she couldn't prove it. “He's at the top of my suspect list. Her allergy is well-known. Is it safe to assume her ‘half a bar at a time' habit is common knowledge, as well?”

“The guys tease her about it. Tell her it wouldn't hurt her to finish the whole bar in one sitting.”

“Who are these guys? Are you talking about people who work for you?”

“You have to understand. There are two guys who have worked for HPI since before we were born and about fifteen of our employees have been with us since I was in elementary school. They've watched us grow up and they don't have a problem telling Caroline she needs to eat more, or get a boyfriend, or take a vacation.”

“Do they treat you the same way?”

He laughed. “They tell me I need to lay off the Mountain Dew. And get remarried.”

Remarried? Interesting.

“Neither of those things are going to happen.”

Even more interesting. Pro–Mountain Dew, antimarriage? Or just antimarriage for himself?

“You take your Mountain Dew that seriously?”

“Yep.”

He didn't elaborate, and Heidi pulled the conversation back to Caroline. “I'm going to have the wrapper and the remainder of the bar analyzed, but the circumstantial evidence indicates someone contaminated it with peanuts. If we go with that theory, would it be safe to assume they would have expected her to finish it yesterday while she was still at the plant?”

“I guess—” His brow furrowed.

“What?”

“She always finishes it. Every day. And she seemed surprised to find a half in her purse.”

Heidi didn't like where this was going. “Do people know what brand or what flavor she likes? And would it be possible for someone to get access to her purse?”

Blake groaned. “Two weeks ago.”

“What happened two weeks ago?”

“One of the guys has a granddaughter with a peanut allergy and he asked Caroline about her granola bars during a shift-change meeting. I only remember it because she borrowed my phone and pulled up the website she orders from to show him. They were talking about the brand, which flavors she likes, stuff like that.”

His Adam's apple bobbed. “Mark was there.”

Heidi closed her eyes and tried to pull the events of the past thirty-six hours together. “Pure speculation here, but let's run with it. Markos buys one of Caroline's favorite flavors, opens the package, breaks off half and then, what? Puts peanuts in it? Wouldn't she have noticed?”