Silence in the Dark (9 page)

He stood outside the doorway, trying to get in. She faltered. His face looked as though it had been used as a punching bag, and both of his eyes were swollen and bruised. In her peripheral vision, she glimpsed a man running toward her.

Angel grabbed Maria from her arms. “Follow me!”

She half turned. “Where’s Danny?”

“Behind you. He’ll make it. You help Solana.” Angel shot out the exit door, and she grabbed Solana’s hand and together they ran after Angel.

Once outside, Angel raced toward a dark blue SUV. “You two, get in the backseat.” He handed a wide-eyed Maria to Bailey before he hopped into the driver’s seat and started the motor. She barely had her seat belt fastened before he shot forward.

“We can’t leave Danny!”

“There he is.” Angel pointed toward the door they’d exited.

Danny ran toward them, and as the car slowed to a stop, he hopped in. “Go!” he shouted. “He has friends.”

“Where’s your plane?”

“At Chico’s Airfield outside of Chihuahua.”

“I know where it is.” Angel made a hard right turn.

Bailey held Maria tight as they barreled out of the hotel parking lot.

“Joel must have brought the Calatrava to the hotel, but how did he find us?” Danny turned to look at her. “Did you tell him?”

The accusation in his voice burned her, and she gritted her teeth. “I told you I didn’t. I don’t know how he knew.”

“You have to know.”

In her lap, Maria started to cry, and Bailey narrowed her eyes at Danny. “This is not the time to discuss the matter.”

His gaze skittered to Maria. “But we will discuss it later.”

“Fine.” With the lump in her throat threatening to choke her, she sank against the seat beside Solana. Tears stung her eyes, but she would not cry. Danny acted like she’d brought the men after them.

Maria burrowed against her chest. “Is Mr. Danny mad at me?”

“No, honey.”

“Why are the bad men chasing us again?”

“I don’t know, Maria.” Bailey stared out the window as Angel made another turn. How did Joel know where they were? Did he lead those men to her? She couldn’t believe he would do something like that, and if he had, she was the worst judge of men ever.

Her cell phone dinged, and she slid it from her pocket. “It’s Joel. He wants to know where we are.”

Angel looked in the rearview mirror, his eyes wide. “Do not answer him. He’ll lead the cartel to us again.”

Danny reached from the front seat for her phone. She moved it out of his reach. “I’m not totally stupid. I didn’t text him back.”

Her phone chimed again, and she read the text, then hugged Maria. “And he said to tell you he loves you.”

“Will we see him again?” Tears rimmed Maria’s eyes.

“I’m sure we will.” Bailey shifted her gaze to the front and caught Angel staring at her from the mirror with a cell phone pressed to his ear. Why was he helping them? She tilted her head. “Who are the Calatrava? Who runs the cartel?”

Angel glanced in the mirror again. “No one knows,” he replied. “The only name I’ve heard on the streets is El Jefe.”

“The Boss,” Danny said. “Somebody has to know his real name.”

“No. He is like a ghost, and no one breathes it. Some say there is more than one in control.”

“Like a governing board?” Danny asked.

“I’ve never heard of it in Mexico before, but maybe.”

“But even a board usually has one person with more power.”

“El Jefe.” Angel shrugged. “I’m just repeating what I’ve heard.”

“Why do you think they want . . .” She let her gaze drop to the top of Maria’s head.

“Ransom,” the Mexican replied.

“But Joel doesn’t have the kind of money the drug cartels demand when they snatch someone.”

“I’m sure he carries kidnap and ransom insurance.” Bitterness laced Angel’s voice. “It’s also possible they want her in order to have control over someone.”

That someone could only be Joel. But what did he have that the cartel wanted? He was a purchasing agent for a ceramics company. An image of his battered face popped into her mind, and she winced. He’d really taken a beating. She would like to know how he escaped from the men who took him.

The SUV turned, then a couple of blocks later turned again. Bailey raised up and looked out the back window. Did Angel think someone was following them? They had left Chihuahua and were headed south into the countryside. “Where are we?”

“Near my plane,” Danny said.

“I don’t feel good,” Maria said, her fingers rubbing the necklace. “My head hurts.”

Bailey felt the child’s head. No fever.

Danny leaned over the backseat. “What’s wrong?”

“Her headache is worse. Where’s her medicine?” Danny had said Angel had it. “She hasn’t had any since early this morning, and that may be what’s wrong.”

“Look on the floorboard,” Angel said.

She pinched her brows together. “What?”

“Her medicine bag is on the floor.”

Relief washed over her when she saw the small bag she’d left in the chair at the restaurant. She pulled it on the seat next to her and sorted through it for the bottle of Depakote. “I guess it’s too much to hope there’s bottled water in the car.”

Angel glanced at her from the rearview mirror again. “Look in the area behind your seat. Should be water and even food.”

The look on her face must have shown surprise because Angel laughed. “I always make sure there is food and water stashed in my car. Never know when you might have to go on the run.”

As Solana looked for the water, Bailey stared at Angel. “Who are you?”

He grinned. “You Americans ask so many questions, and we are at the airport now. Maybe there will be time later for answers.”

Solana handed her a bottle of water, and Bailey quickly uncapped it and gave Maria a pill. Water dribbled from her lips as the SUV made a sharp turn, jostling them. Bailey braced against the door and wiped Maria’s mouth. “Did you take it?”

The child nodded as the car made another sharp turn and they swayed against the door. Bailey glanced through the window and saw a white single-prop plane. Cars in the distance caught her eye, and in the front seat, alarm flashed across Danny’s face.

“They found us!”

Bailey’s heart crashed against her ribs. There were two more cars behind the first one. Her phone dinged again. She glanced down and caught her breath.

“What is it?” Danny asked.

“Could Joel have put a way to track me on my phone?”

“Of course. No wonder he knew where we were. Give me your phone!” Danny held out his hand.

A lightbulb clicked on in her head. The men probably had Joel’s phone and were using the app to locate them. She handed him the phone, and he threw it on the floor and stomped it. “Wait! All you had to do was take the SIM card out.”

Danny lowered his window and tossed her shattered phone through it. “Not taking any chances. I’ll buy you a new one when we get home.”

Home.
Bailey glanced out the window at his plane. She feared they would never get off the ground.

Joel drove aimlessly through the streets of Chihuahua. No one seemed to be following him. The kidnappers were probably hot on Bailey and Maria’s trail. There’d been no answer to his last text. He tried to access her location only to receive a message telling him it was unavailable.

If he could have gotten in the side door at the hotel, they would be with him instead of Danny Maxwell. Joel had only seen the back of the man with Danny, but something about him seemed very familiar.

He stared at his cell phone on the console. If the Calatrava weren’t following him, there was a reason for that. Of course. While they had his phone, they must’ve installed a tracking program on it. They knew where he was every second.

He pulled into the parking area of a small mom-and-pop grocery and grabbed the phone. A quick scan of the programs found
nothing unusual, then he checked for hidden programs running in the background. TrackGenie.
His stomach soured. He’d read about this particular spying software a month ago in a trade magazine. It would not only track the phone it was programmed on but also the point of origin of arriving messages. The men who kidnapped him must have put it on his phone. Or Chavez.

If it was the cartel, it meant they knew where Bailey was when she answered his text. He closed his eyes. Not good. Could he ping her phone now and get a reading on her location? He wasn’t sure how the software worked, but before he removed it, tracking her current location was worth a try.

He opened the app, and her message appeared with a location. When he’d texted her, it had gone to a location near the outskirts of Chihuahua. He tapped the location, then tapped it again. A spinning wheel appeared, and he waited.
Location unavailable.
Either she’d turned off her phone or . . . A number of possibilities crossed his mind. She’d lost the phone or she’d discovered the program or the cartel had them . . . That option wasn’t one he wanted to consider. He had to believe Danny Maxwell had outsmarted the cartel and that Bailey and Maria were safe.

So where would he take them? No-brainer—the States. Joel disabled the app rather than deleting it—it might come in handy later. Then he clicked the internet search engine on his phone to find the next flight to Memphis, Tennessee. His heart sank. No, he wouldn’t. He no longer had a passport—his had been in the safe.

He leaned his head against the seat and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. It might take weeks to get a passport. Abruptly, Joel sat up straight. Edward Montoya. His boss should have been his first thought, not his last. The man could get anything done. Joel dialed his number.

“Did you send my girl off safely?” While there was no hint of a Spanish accent in Edward’s voice, he spoke more precisely than most Americans.

Joel hesitated. Since before Claire’s death, his boss had taken a special interest in his great-niece. He would not be happy about today’s events. “Not exactly. I have to see you. I need a passport.”

“What do you mean, not exactly?”

“I don’t want to get into it on the phone. I’d rather talk to you in person.”

“I was just going back to the office, but I’ll wait for you here at the house. Why do you need a passport? What happened to yours?”

“I lost it, and I need to go to the States.”

“I suppose that’s something else you want to wait until you arrive to explain.”

“Yes.”

Twenty minutes later, the security gates swung open, and he drove to the front of the two-story mansion that once belonged to Edward’s brother. Joel’s hand froze on the steering wheel. The man who had seemed vaguely familiar.
Angel Montoya.
No. Joel’s brother-in-law was dead, had been for two years.

But what if he was alive? Joel’s breath came in short bursts. He didn’t know which would be worse—if the cartel had Maria or if Angel was alive and had his daughter.

Danny judged the distance of the cars following them. It’d take five minutes at least to get his plane down the runway. It would be close. At least he’d refueled when he landed, and the plane was ready to take off.

“Do you have a gun?”

Danny stared at the Glock in Angel’s hand. He wished he hadn’t left his automatic in the plane. “Not on me. It’s in the cockpit.”

“I’ll cover you.” Angel jerked his head toward Bailey and Maria. “Get them on board and get that plane in the air.”

“I don’t want to leave you behind.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Angel barreled through the gate and skidded to a stop. “Go!”

“Come on!” Danny flung open his door and jumped out. He motioned to Solana and Bailey to get out.

Solana scrambled out the backseat first, followed by Bailey with Maria in her arms. Danny grabbed the girl and sprinted for the plane. Tires screeched behind him. He shot a glance over his shoulder. Angel had wheeled the SUV around, blocking the entrance to the runway. He caught sight of someone in his peripheral vision. The airport manager.

“Hey! You can’t do that!”

Danny didn’t break stride. “Calatrava men,” he shouted over his shoulder.

The man turned and ran back into the terminal. Danny didn’t blame him. At the plane, he hopped up on the wing and unlocked the door. “Get in,” he said, handing Maria to Bailey. “Buckle up.”