Silence in the Dark (41 page)

His blue eyes bored through her, and she mentally pictured a soothing beach and held his gaze. One wrong move on her part, and he’d pull out the gun that was more than likely in his pocket.
Keep it together.

What seemed like an hour passed, then a subtle relaxing of his shoulders, and he slipped his empty hand from his pocket and clasped hers. “It was the least I could do for my Maria.”

“She’s a sweetheart, but I’m sure she’s starving.” Bailey reached for Maria, feeling the .38 again. She stilled, hoping he didn’t notice the bulge in Danny’s jacket that she wore. But could she use it?
Breathe.
If Edward sensed her fear . . .

“Can you smell the brownies, Maria?” She willed the girl to come to her. “Don’t you want one?” For half a second Bailey wasn’t sure he’d release her, then Maria wiggled loose and went into Bailey’s waiting arms.

“I want a brownie.”

“Angel, why don’t you take her to the kitchen?” She handed Maria to him.

Maria looked over her daddy’s shoulder. “Tio, come with me?”

Her nerves screamed
Run
, but instead, she turned back to Edward.
Normal. Keep it normal.
“Yes, why don’t you? My mother makes great brownies.”

Bailey didn’t know what she’d do if he agreed. She couldn’t say or do anything to alert Ben that Edward was a murderer with Maria around him.

“No, I think I’ll return to the hotel now that everyone is safe.”

“Okay.” The child slid out of Angel’s arms and ran out the door.

Bailey waited until Maria’s footsteps reached the kitchen before she slipped her hand in the coat pocket. Her insides still screamed for her to run and not stop.
Please give me courage.

“I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere, Mr. Montoya,” she said, pulling the gun out.

His eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned.

The gun wavered, and she forced it to be still.

“Bailey, what are you doing?” Ben cried.

“You won’t use that.” Edward rammed his hand in his pocket.

Her hand froze on the gun. This wasn’t target practice. She couldn’t shoot him.

His hand came out of his pocket, the gun aimed at her.

Everything in the room faded except the gun
. He’ll kill everyone here.
A dose of adrenaline shot through her veins.

“He has a gun!” she yelled and pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang in her ears as blood spurted from above his knee.

Danny dove toward him.

Too late.

He fired just as Danny kicked the gun out of his hands. The bullet whizzed by her ear and embedded in the wall.

Eric and Ben grabbed Edward and handcuffed him. Then Ben
stood and looked at Bailey. “I don’t suppose you want to tell me what’s going on, do you?”

“I—ah—man. Poppy field . . .” The room swam, and her knees buckled.

When Bailey came to, her mother held a cold cloth to her head. “What happened?”

“I’m afraid you fainted,” her mom said.

Fainted?
She wasn’t the fainting kind. She raised slowly—no need to faint again. Someone had carried her to the library.

“That was a good knee shot.” Her dad’s smile stretched across his leathery face.

“Thanks to you.” She swallowed. “Where’s Edward? I didn’t kill him, did I?”

“They’re working on him, trying to staunch the blood. The bullet severed the artery above the knee.”

“Is . . . is he going to make it?”

Her mother avoided her gaze. “Like I said, they’re working on him. But if he doesn’t, don’t blame yourself. He would have killed you . . . and no telling who else.”

Bailey leaned her head back on the couch. “He was the man in the poppy field.”

“Yeah,” Danny said. “Ben figured out that’s what you were trying to say when you fainted.”

Bailey turned as Danny sat beside her. Angel and a pale Solana came in behind him. “Where’s Maria?” She didn’t want the girl to see her tio on the floor, bleeding.

Angel helped Solana to a chair. “We took her to your sister’s house.”

“Good. I still don’t understand why he wanted to kill me.”

Danny put his arm around her. “Angel thinks he’s El Jefe.”

Angel nodded. “There’s never been any indication my uncle was involved in the Calatrava drug cartel—he hid it well.”

“Until I saw him in that poppy field. He knew if I identified him, the game was over.” She shook her head. Edward Montoya was the head of the Calatrava drug cartel? She rubbed her forehead. “What about Joel? What’s his part in it?”

“We don’t know yet,” Angel said.

“Do you think Edward ever loved Maria? Or was it all an act?” Danny asked.

“My uncle is not capable of loving anyone,” Angel said.

Danny squeezed her hand. “How did you know Edward had a gun?”

“The way he first looked at me. He had his hand in his pocket, and it was like he was waiting for something. When I realized who he was, I was afraid he’d use Maria as a hostage, so I pretended I didn’t know him.”

“I doubt he would ever have felt safe as long as you were alive and might eventually remember who he was.”

“Poor Elena.” Tears scalded her eyes as a siren wailed from the road. Would it have made a difference if she’d reported seeing the poppy field? With the Calatrava in so many pockets, probably not. But it was something she’d have to live with.

Ben appeared at the doorway, and from the look on his face, she knew Edward was dead before he spoke.

33

A
mockingbird trilled his song as Bailey and Danny walked toward the barn. Bailey inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of fresh-turned dirt from where her dad had used his tractor to break up the garden. What a difference a week made. It was still windy, but the cold weather had receded northward.

Once Joel was able to talk, he confessed his part in the kidnapping, confirming that the two men captured were the masterminds. Ben was able to pit the two against each other, and the facts began to emerge. Edward was indeed El Jefe and had told the one named Enrico where to find Danny’s gun. According to the other man, Enrico killed Franks, and it had been Enrico who coerced Joel into helping them.

Danny took her hand, sending a delicious shiver up her arm. She was going to miss him when she returned to Mexico. But return she must. Besides the contract with the school, there were things she’d left undone. “I love spring in Mississippi,” she said. “I’ll miss our walks when I leave.”

“Stay here, then.”

“You know I can’t.”

He stopped and she stopped with him and turned so she could see his face.

Danny’s face was impassive, and he’d folded his arms across his chest. “I wish you would reconsider going back to Mexico.”

Bailey ignored the shiver of anxiety that crawled down her back. “I have a contract to fulfill. Besides, we need time to sort out our feelings.”

“I don’t. I want you to marry me.” He took a small box from his pocket and opened it. “I want us to live the rest of our lives together.”

Bailey pressed her lips together as she stared at the square-cut diamond. It wasn’t the same ring he’d given her before. She lifted her gaze to Danny. Hope, love, fear—all were reflected in his eyes.

“It was my mother’s.”

Four simple words. But she knew what they cost him. He’d come to terms with his mother’s death. She loved him. More than anything on this earth, she loved him. Bailey struggled to find words.

“Don’t give me an answer yet,” Danny said before she could speak. “Take this ring to Mexico with you. It will remind you how much I love you.” He held the box out to her.

She swallowed. He knew it would be harder for her to give the ring back than to simply tell him no, she couldn’t marry him. In spite of that, she took it from his hand. “I’m not making any promises, but I’ll think about it.”

His grin lit up his face.

Bailey held up her hand. “There’s something you have to think about as well. What if God wants me to stay in Mexico? Will you still want to marry me?”

He started to speak, and she shook her head. “I’m coming back to Logan Point for a couple of weeks at the end of the school year. Let’s take these next two months to think about it—and pray about it.”

Slowly he nodded. “Deal.”

“Come on, Daddy!” Maria yelled over her shoulder.

“We have to wait on Solana,” he called back. He turned to the dark-haired woman beside him. It had been a week since she and Maria had food poisoning, and while his daughter had bounced back, Solana was just recovering her strength. “You sure you feel up to walking to the swings? You can stay at the picnic table.”

“It’s too beautiful and warm to just sit.”

He admired her spirit and laughed, agreeing. The weather was strange in Mississippi. Freezing cold one week and 75 degrees the next, although the March wind still blew.

When they reached the swings, Maria had already climbed in one. “Push me, Daddy!”

He would never get tired of hearing her call him Daddy. He pulled her back and let go.

“Higher!”

“You sure?”

For an answer, she pumped her legs, trying to get the swing higher.

He glanced at Solana, and his heart thudded in his chest as he caught her watching them, yearning blazing in her dark eyes. Her beauty radiated from the inside out, and like a thunderbolt, the desire to know this woman who had hidden his daughter from the drug cartel almost knocked him to the ground. He held his hand out to her. “Want me to help you into the swing?”

Color tinged her cheeks. She nodded, shyness suddenly evident in her eyes.

Their hands touched, sending an electric shock up his arm, and he held her gaze. “I never thanked you properly for what you did for Maria.”

She shook her head, her black hair shining in the sunlight. “I didn’t do anything special.”

“But you did. It took a brave person to hide Bailey and Maria.”

Sadness flashed in her eyes, and she turned away from him to sit in the swing.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked as he bent to put his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t answer, only shook her head.

“Push me again, Daddy.”

“Okay, baby.” He gave her a gentle shove and then turned his attention back to Solana. She’d stopped the swing, and when she turned around, her cheeks were wet.

“What’s the matter?”

Solana ducked her head. “Nothing. I will wait for you at the bench.” She hurried to the wooden bench behind them.

He slowed the swing. “Maria, I’m going to sit with Solana for a few minutes. Okay?”

Maria nodded solemnly. “She’s been sad today. Make her laugh, Daddy.”

“I’ll try.” Not quite sure how he’d accomplish that, Angel walked to the bench and sat down.

“I’m okay,” Solana told him. “You didn’t have to come babysit me.”

“
Babysit you? I’m not that much older than you.”

“What?”

“To babysit implies one person is much older than the other, like a father to a child. You do not look at me like a father, do you?”

A tiny smile tugged at her lips. She ducked her head. “No.”

“Good. Now, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

She traced an outline in the dirt with her foot. “Thinking of that day when I hid them reminds me of Juan. And the restaurant.”

“Oh.” Everything had changed for her, plus she’d lost a good friend. “You have had a lot of casualties lately.”

“I think I must decide if I will stay in Chihuahua or go live with my sister in Arizona.”

His heart sank. He had no idea she was considering leaving Mexico for good.

“I don’t want to leave, but I have no job now.”

“I’ll give you a job.” The words jumped out of his mouth.

She shook her head and lifted her tennis-shoe-clad feet. “You have already done too much for me.”

“A pair of shoes and some clothes are nothing.” He lifted her chin. “Would you consider being Maria’s nanny?”

A mixture of emotions crossed her face. Hope, questioning, and briefly something else. Disappointment? He swallowed. “Solana, I don’t know what the future holds right now. I don’t know how you feel about me, but I want you to know I care very much for you.”

She started to speak, but he placed his finger on her lips. “Hear me out. The past few days have been very intense, and we both need time to sort out what we feel. In the meantime, I will be going back to Chihuahua. Do you want to come with us?”