Fatal Charm

Tony sat down in one of the chairs. “I’ve dealt with this kind of animal before. Bringing the FBI or the police in officially is what will blow it. Believe me, that’s what happened before.” He remained silent, his bitterness hanging between them. Finally he continued. “After my daughter’s disappearance, the kidnappers contacted me within a day. The woman asked me for quite a bit of money. I didn’t have it, but I knew I could raise it one way or the other.

“While I was getting the money together, I continued to go after them through official channels. I was one hundred percent certain that I would succeed in getting my daughter back. I was well trained, with all the Bureau’s resources at my disposal. But something must have scared them away. They never called me back with instructions for the drop-off, and this is the first time I’ve heard from the woman since.”

“Did you ever find out why?”

“I always suspected a leak at the Bureau, though I never did find evidence to support it.” Tony shook his head, then met her gaze. “All I know for sure is that my daughter and my wife, everything that really mattered in my life, vanished. Carmen was only a baby, and it was snowing and very cold that March. I have no idea if Carmen is even alive. There’s no evidence one way or another. This is the chance I’ve been waiting for, and I won’t blow it this time.”

“I’m fighting for everything I value, too, Tony. If this situation became public knowledge, people would start wondering why the kidnappers chose me as go-between. You certainly did. I’m blameless, but the implications alone would ruin me. Without my income from the day care, I’d have nothing except debts. How could I support my daughter? We need trained people on this job, people who can be trusted and who can find answers fast. We can’t cover all the possibilities alone.”

“I understand you’re trying to safeguard your livelihood. But what about your husband, if you don’t mind me asking? Wouldn’t he take care of his own daughter?” As he watched Amanda, Tony sensed a battle going on inside her. She wasn’t just afraid of bad publicity.

“I don’t need Ron, and it’s a good thing. He never comes to see Hope, and he pays only minimal child support. He’s barely spoken to me since the divorce. You see, he didn’t want us to split up. It wasn’t because he loved me or Hope, or even because he wanted us to stay together as a family. It was just that he couldn’t stand the thought of publicly failing at anything. I was the well-dressed, attractive woman he kept on his arm to show off. Not having me there like a trophy hurt his pride.”

Tony watched her speculatively. She wasn’t asking for his sympathy, despite her bitterness. She was a strong woman. It would take one heck of a man to claim her heart now—she’d encased it so protectively in steel. Yet something told him that she’d be worth the effort. But he had other priorities now. He had to make sure he remained focused on finding the kidnappers. He needed all the information Amanda had, not just what she chose to give him.

Amanda stood and paced restlessly around the room. Finally she turned around and looked at him directly. “You frighten me, Tony. You want to find your daughter so badly, you’re not going to allow anything to get in your way. I won’t let everything I value become a casualty.”

Tony nodded. She was right to protect herself. The more he got to know her, the more he liked her. Under different circumstances, they might have been one helluva team. But he couldn’t afford to be a team player. “I will get them, Amanda. I won’t rest until I do.”

“How about this old partner of yours? How much can he help us now?”

“He’s going to be involved soon enough, one way or another. I can’t get the file they asked for without his help.”

Amanda walked to the portable phone on the wall and handed it to Tony. “Call him right now. Ask him to meet you here. If he’s going to get involved, I want to meet him. While you’re doing that, I’ll go check on Hope.”

Tony dialed Raymond’s number as Amanda walked out of the room. The die had been cast. There was no turning back now.

* * *

AFTER AN HOUR OF PLAYING with Hope and putting the whole kidnapping mess out of her mind, Amanda left Hope with her favorite video, a hot dog and fruit salad. This was usually their time together, and she hated leaving her daughter to her own devices. Yet, although she felt guilty, she knew this was the best way to handle the situation. After meeting both men, Amanda had decided she didn’t want Hope to spend much time around either of them. There was a darkness about them that spoke of a side of life where despair and sorrow were always the victor. She was determined to shield her daughter from people who might give her a glimpse into a world no child should know.

“Sorry to keep running out on you,” she said, returning to the kitchen. Tony’s ex-partner, Raymond Atcitty, a Navaho, appeared almost cherubic, with his round face and slightly protruding belly, but his eyes were hard and cold.

“There’s a state-of-the-art voice-activated tape recorder attached to your phone now,” Raymond said. “All you have to do is pick up the phone, and it will start recording. We’ll do the same for the one in your office. I’ll also get hold of one of those caller ID machines. Once we find the woman who’s contacting you, your part in this will be over. We’ll take it from there.”

Tony studied the recording device, then stepped over to join them. “We have your word that you’ll keep this out of official channels?”

Raymond met his gaze and hesitantly nodded. “For now, I’ll let you call the shots. That’s all I can promise.”

Tony shot him an icy glare. “For as long as it takes.”

Raymond didn’t answer.

Amanda watched the Navaho. She had a feeling Raymond would blow the whistle if he felt that either Hope or she was threatened. She took comfort in that thought. Where Tony had an edge that came from his lawlessness, Raymond was methodical and, from all appearances, a careful man who did not believe in taking unnecessary chances. Protecting and serving the public seemed to be far more than mere words to him.

“We’ll be leaving now, Amanda, but don’t worry,” Tony said, “I’ve left a card on your counter with my home number and address, my pager number and my cellular. If you need to talk, just pick up the phone.”

Raymond walked back into the room. “Let me show you one more thing. You need to know where I placed extra tapes in case you need them.” He glanced back at Tony. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” Raymond reached into the drawer beneath the phone and showed her the tapes. “You’re all set. Just remember one thing,” he said, dropping his voice. “Be careful how you play things out. My old partner has had to contend with more pain than most of us. He’s on the edge. He’s been there for a long time. Just make sure he doesn’t get pushed out of control.”

As Amanda walked with Tony and Raymond to the door a car pulled up. Bernice quickly opened the rear door and Winston catapulted out. The bullmastiff bounded to the front door and stopped less than three feet in front of Tony.

Tony froze. Raymond backed up a step, but hearing the ominous throaty growl that came from the dog, stopped dead in his tracks.

“He doesn’t like either of you,” Bernice said pleasantly, walking up to the porch. “He always blocks the path of people he takes a dislike to. I wouldn’t do anything too quickly right now, gentlemen,” she added pleasantly. “And for your sakes, please don’t even think of sneezing. He might not understand.”

“It’s all right, Bernice,” Amanda said quickly, trying not to laugh. Both men appeared to have stopped breathing. She crouched and called Winston, but the animal continued to stare at Tony.

“Winston, heel!” Bernice said. The dog went to Bernice’s side, but his gaze stayed fixed on Tony. “I’m sorry, but as I said before, he doesn’t like you.”

“Occupational hazard,” Tony muttered, then edged around the dog, never turning his back. Raymond followed. “See you later,” Tony said.

Bernice waved at them sweetly. “Goodbye, gentlemen.” As the men drove off, she quickly turned to Amanda. “I came by to make sure you were okay, but I didn’t expect to find Ramos here with a friend. What the heck was that all about?”

As they stepped inside the house Winston loped past them running straight to Hope’s bedroom. The little girl squealed with delight. Used to this routine, and certain the child and dog would be safely occupied for some time, Amanda and Bernice went into the kitchen.

Amanda gave Bernice the latest news as she brewed a fresh pot of coffee and made a bedtime snack for Hope. “I’m terrified of going up against these people, but I can’t just sit tight and do nothing. If they make good on their threat I have no doubt I’ll have to fight Tony. If that happens, the more I know about him, the better off I’ll be.”

Bernice shook her head. “Amanda, listen to me. Ramos is nobody’s fool. The kidnappers wouldn’t be able to trick him into believing Hope was his for long. A simple blood test would establish the truth.”

Amanda placed two cups brimming with hot coffee on the table, then sat down. “The problem is, he would want to believe them. Given the lack of documentation at the state level, thanks to the kidnappers, he might not even stop to question it. At that point, he could do anything. He might even take off with my child. He’s already proven that the law is something he’s willing to bend to suit his own purposes.”

“But surely that’s a bit drastic, even for him,” Bernice said.

“Maybe, maybe not. He’s desperate to find his child. Who knows? And if he makes the authorities suspect I obtained Hope illegally, even if he didn’t take her, it might take months of legal action and cost me everything to get her back. And if word leaked out to the press, the publicity could damage my credibility as the owner of a day-care center. Even if that didn’t happen, there could still be a problem. When Ron and I took custody of Hope, we promised never to reveal that she was really his sister’s child. There could be problems in the family, especially since Louise’s husband knows nothing about the baby. And even though Ron told me his sister hasn’t heard from the father for quite a while, he could turn up and claim he wants her back, if only as a way to extort money from me.” Amanda shook her head. “I won’t risk it. I’ve got to stay one step ahead of everyone else.”

The quiet that descended over them was interrupted only by enthusiastic squeals from Hope, who was still happily playing in her room with Winston. Amanda rose to take her empty coffee cup to the sink, when suddenly a monstrous crash erupted from the front of the house. As a gust of wind blew through the kitchen doorway, Amanda heard Hope scream. Spikes of fear pounding through her, Amanda raced to her daughter.

Chapter Three

Tony sat sipping a cup of black coffee in the corner booth of the small café. Though most other people couldn’t read Raymond, years of practice had made Tony proficient at it. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Raymond was really ticked off. “Buddy, I wouldn’t have asked if there was any other way, but I really need that file. It’s payback time.”

“Don’t pull that crap on me. You and I have been through a lot of close calls. I think the score’s about even,” Raymond answered through a clenched jaw.

“That’s true while we were both agents. But I wasn’t an agent last year, and if it hadn’t been for me, the perps you ran across in the parking lot of Santiago’s would have killed you.”

“Do you really think I’d be doing you a favor by loaning you that file? Think about it,” Raymond snapped back. “You, of all people, should know that it doesn’t pay to negotiate with kidnappers.”

The words hit him as hard as Raymond meant them to. Tony swallowed, but maintained his confrontational gaze. “Don’t become my enemy on this.”

“I’m not your enemy, you jackass.” Raymond leaned over and lowered his voice to a growl. “I’m only telling you what you already know. You need a few cards up your sleeve, and the only way you’ll get them is if we talk to the S.A.C.”

“The special agent in charge?” Tony looked at Raymond as if he’d lost his mind. “No way. After that fight we had right before I quit, he wouldn’t give me a glass of water if I were dying of thirst.” He leaned back. “You’re either with me or against me, buddy. That’s the way it’s got to be. I’ve never been convinced that it wasn’t a leak somewhere within the Bureau that made the kidnappers bolt.”

“I looked into that. You’re way off base there.” Raymond stared at him for several long moments. “I’ll get you something that looks real, but not the genuine thing. The substitute will have to be altered. Deal?”

“Okay, but I’ll have to see the original file.”

“I can arrange that, but you’ll have to come to my office tomorrow morning at six before anyone else gets there. The S.A.C. is at the Albuquerque office, but I still don’t want you to show up while the support staff is present.”