Silence in the Dark (39 page)

The lock in the joining door clicked. “Dad!” Bailey hissed.

Nodding, he pulled the flimsy drape back in place and walked away from the window.

The door swung open, and Whiskers entered the room with a package. “Something for the fever. And chicken noodle soup.”

“Thank you.” Bailey chewed her lip. Whiskers seemed almost human. Perhaps if she could make a connection with him, she could reason with him. “You’ve been kind.”

His gaze bore through her. “No, I have not been kind. You are a commodity, and I must keep you in good shape. Don’t read more into my actions than what they are.” Without another word, he turned and returned to the other room.

Her hopes deflated. He was as cold and heartless as the other one.

She turned to awaken Maria. Where was Danny? He was coming. She knew he was. God would not abandon them.

Joel wiggled his hands, trying to work feeling back into them. He didn’t know how long he’d been in the straight-back chair, blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back. Long enough for them to be numb. “Hey! Can’t you at least take the blindfold
off? I already know what you look like, so what’s the point? Is it the money? I gave you Maria and the Adams woman. And you already have a hundred grand. We’re even.”

“Our orders said blindfold, so that’s the way it’ll be.” The voice came from behind him.

“Who’s giving the orders?”

“That does not concern you.”

“Is he coming here?”

Silence answered. They didn’t know. They were simply waiting for more orders. “How about the kid? When are you going to turn her loose? She needs to see a doctor.”

“We gave her medicine for the fever.”

Joel strained against the plastic zip tie that bound his hands. It didn’t give at all. “Come on, guys. I helped you. You can at least loosen my hands. I don’t have any feeling in them anymore.”

A slight movement on his left. Someone was beside him, kneeling. Breathing garlic breath on him.

“Do you know what this is?”

Something flat and cold lay against his neck. Adrenaline pumped into his body.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I know what it is. A knife.”

“If you don’t quit talking, I’m going to use it to shut you up.”

30

W
here are you going?” Ben stood at the foot of the stairs, his arms crossed.

“To look for Charlie. Kate’s worried about him. We won’t be gone long.” Danny forced himself to not look away from the sheriff’s curious gaze.

Finally, he nodded. “Any idea where to look?”

“We thought we’d check out some of the places he hangs out. We’ll call if we find him.”

“Good deal.”

Danny let out a slow breath as Ben let him pass. Angel met him at the SUV.

“Did Ben ask where you were going?” Danny asked.

Angel nodded. “Told him we needed to get out of the house.”

At least they hadn’t contradicted each other.

“What’s the plan?” Angel asked.

“I have a 270 rifle at the office. Thought we’d swing by there, pick it up, and then go out to the motel. I know a place we can leave the SUV about a mile from it. Check and see if my binoculars are in the console.”

“Yep,” Angel said, holding them up.

Danny hoped to get into the plant and out without seeing anyone, but Ian caught him before he reached his office.

“What are you doing here? With Bailey, you know . . . I thought you’d be at the house where the action is.”

“Yeah. We were getting claustrophobic.” Danny tilted his head toward Angel. “This is Edward’s nephew, Angel. My cousin Ian.”

Ian held out his hand. “You’ve got a great uncle. Excellent businessman.”

“Thank you.” Angel shook Ian’s hand.

Yeah, Ian would appreciate Edward’s attention to detail, but Danny knew Angel’s reply cost him something.

“You never said why you’re here.”

“I wanted to show Angel the Maxwell 270. He’s never seen one of our guns.”

“You’ll like the 270,” Ian said to Angel. “It’s the company’s flagship model. You won’t find a better hunting rifle anywhere.”

Danny nodded at Ian’s long overcoat. “You look like you’re on your way out, so we won’t hinder you.”

“I was leaving, but I’m glad I got to meet Edward’s nephew. Are you returning to Mexico with your uncle and Joel?”

“No.”

The terse answer subdued Ian, and after another long look at Angel, he nodded. “Well, I won’t keep you boys. Good night.”

When Ian was out of sight, Angel turned to Danny. “Your cousin, does he usually work on weekends?”

“My cousin works all the time. He likes money more than I do.” Danny unlocked his office and flipped on the light switch. The rifle was mounted on the wall behind his desk, and he took it down.

Angel weighed it in his hands, then handed it back. “Good feel. Do you have another one?”

“Dad has one in his office. I’ll be right back.” He ran up the stairs to his dad’s office and unlocked it, then took one of the 270s from the gun case in the corner. When he returned, he handed Angel the rifle.

Again, he weighed it then lifted it up in a firing position. “Nice balance. Is that the gun that Franks was selling to the cartel?”

“No. That was an AR15 type gun. Just as nice, though.” He handed Angel a box of shells, then squared his shoulders. “Are you ready?”

Angel stood straighter. “Let’s do it.”

“If, ah, this doesn’t turn out like we hope . . .”

“It will.”

Danny walked to the door. “Then let’s go.”

Half an hour later, Danny parked his SUV on a dirt road near the lake. A cold-looking moon gave just enough light to shadow the trees in ghostly light. “We’ll have to walk through the woods to another road, but I don’t want to take a chance on them seeing our vehicle.”

After ten minutes of tramping through the woods as quietly as they could, they found the other dirt road.

After another five minutes of walking, Angel pointed to a dark object off the road. “What’s that?”

Danny pointed the flashlight on his phone at it. “Charlie’s pickup.”

“Do you think he’s in it?”

Danny hoped not—the only way he’d be there was if he was dead. He shined the light inside. No Charlie. “Stuck way off the main road like this, it’s no wonder none of Ben’s deputies found his truck.”

“You think they have him?”

“Yep.” Danny pressed his lips in a grim line. Why hadn’t Charlie told someone what he was thinking?

Angel glanced down the road. “Maybe it’s time to call the sheriff.”

“Not yet. Let’s check out the motel first.”

After a half mile down the dirt road, Danny veered off into the woods. “The motel is over this ridge. Once we get there, we can see the back side.”

Hiking with the rifle was harder than he’d expected, and the thick undergrowth and briers snagging his clothes didn’t help mat
ters. Behind him, Angel pulled off his coat, and Danny did the same as sweat rolled off his face. At least the bare limbs allowed in enough of the light of the moon to see where they were going. At the top of the ridge, the motel came into view.

Danny counted the vehicles, most of them work trucks. An asphalt roller sat near the entrance to the motel—most of the men staying there were probably part of the highway paving crew that had been repaving the bypass around town. “If you were using that motel for a hideout, where would you be?” he asked.

“On the end,” Angel answered.

He trained the binoculars on the last room. No vehicle in front of it, but maybe that was because a blue van sat parked in the middle of the last space and the next one. “Didn’t Joel say the men were in a van?”

“Yeah.”

Then he handed the glasses to Angel. “Tell me what else you see.”

Angel scanned the lot. “Why are the windows all dark?”

“Shades, maybe?”

“No, I see light under a door or two, but absolutely nothing from the windows.”

“Let me look.” He peered down at the windows. Angel was right. Every window was dark. “Maybe they have them painted black?” He studied the end window. “There’s a thin light coming from the last room. Looks like . . . it couldn’t be writing, could it?” He handed the glasses to Angel once more.

“I think it is. Maybe an
H
. . . and an
E
.” Excitement crept into his voice.

“Help,” Danny said. He exchanged glances with Angel. “I think it’s time to call in Ben.”

“So do I.” As he took out his phone, the second door from the end opened and a man stepped out.

“Do you see him?” Angel asked. “It looks like he’s talking on a phone.”

“Let me have the binoculars.” He lifted them to his eyes in time to catch a glimpse of him before he ducked back into the room. “I’ve never seen him before. Did he look Hispanic?”

“Could’ve been. Do you think he’s getting orders to do something—like kill them?”

Danny couldn’t find Ben’s number fast enough.

A phone rang, then a door opened, and cold air hit the right side of Joel’s face before it shut. He wasn’t that far from the door. The feeling had returned to his hands, and he’d been working to loosen the zip ties that bound them on a nail that protruded from one of the spindles in the back of the chair.

No more than a minute later whoever left returned. So far he’d only heard two voices—presumably the two men who’d taken Maria and Bailey.

He strained to hear the low words being spoken between the two men.

“Kill them all.”
His blood chilled. He’d tried to convince himself he would make it out of this alive. He didn’t have much time. There had to be something he could do. Bargain, maybe?

Danny gripped the phone, waiting for Ben to answer.

“Where are you, Danny?”

“Who’s there at the house?”

“What?”

Danny repeated his question. “Someone is leaking information to the kidnappers, and while it could have been Joel, I don’t trust Edward or Chavez, either. Are they there?”

“As far as I know. At least they were fifteen minutes ago when I left. Now, what are you talking about?”

“You’re not at the house?”

“No.”

“We’ve found where they’re keeping Bailey and Maria. We think Charlie’s with them.”

“What!”

“They’re at the Eagle’s Nest Motel. Bailey’s clue refers to the twenty-seventh verse in that chapter of Job—it mentions eagles and nests. Then we found Charlie’s pickup parked nearby. We think they’re holding them in the end room.”

“Why do you think they’re at the end?”

“There’s a blue van parked in front of it, and all the windows are blacked out. Looks like with paint, but someone has scratched a big
H
and an
E
on the end window.”

“How do you know that hasn’t been there for weeks?”

“The blue van is enough, Ben.”

“You’re right. Hold on a minute while I call Maggie and have her contact each deputy,” Ben said. “I don’t want this to go over the scanner.”

Angel nudged him. “They’re preparing to leave.”

Danny lifted the binoculars to his eyes. Angel was right. The man who had come out earlier loaded two suitcases into the back of a blue Buick parked two spaces away from the van.