“Yes. Yes.” But something in her couldn’t quite believe that. The unthinkable had happened. And it had happened to her daughter.
She stayed outside in the gathering dusk while Gage retrieved Jody and put her in his car. Only then did she go back inside the brightly lit kitchen, where her daughter, mother and Deputy Sarah Ironheart were sitting.
She tried to smile brightly for Sophie’s sake. “I was going to grill burgers again tonight,” she said, “but I don’t feel like it anymore. How about we try ordering from that new Italian place? They deliver.”
Sophie was over her fear now, and the idea of pizza thrilled her. So easy, sometimes, to be a child.
Not so easy to be a mother. Connie didn’t sleep a wink that night.
Chapter 5 (#ulink_214838dd-7e45-57e0-a1d7-381cd45e0169)
Everyone in the county knew about Sophie’s encounter by morning. Even Ethan could tell something was going on as he walked into town from the motel to get breakfast at Maude’s. He noted that he was getting a lot of suspicious looks he hadn’t received even the day before, and by the time he sat down at a table in the diner, he knew he was under surveillance.
His skin crawled with it. He waited for Maude to come to his table, pretending not to notice, but every nerve ending in his body was wound tighter than a spring. Hyper-alert, on guard, half expecting a bomb or a gunshot.
What he got, instead, was a menu, and a few minutes later Gage Dalton entered the restaurant. Gage stood looking around the room and announced easily, “This man is not the man who approached Sophie Halloran yesterday. Leave him alone.”
The eyes shifted away, conversation resumed, and in seconds Ethan had heard enough to understand the basics of what had the whole town acting as if it was under attack.
Gage joined him at the table, and Maude returned for their orders.
“Steak and eggs, over easy,” Gage said to Maude.
She snorted. “Like you have to tell me that.” Then she looked at Ethan.
“Same here,” he said.
“So what’s your name?” Maude demanded. “I don’t like to call people ‘hey, you.’”
He rustled up a smile. “Ethan.”
Maude nodded. “You want coffee with that?”
“Always.”
Another nod, then she grabbed the menu and stomped away.
“Our Maude,” said Gage, “has great charm. It does take some getting used to.”
“She’s harmless enough,” Ethan said.
“Depends on your point of comparison.”
“So what exactly happened yesterday? I was half-sure I’d get shot while I was walking into town this morning.”
“Remember the deputy who gave you a ride the other day? Connie Halloran?”
“Yeah.”
“Some stranger approached her daughter in a car and called her over by name.”
“I gathered that somebody had tried to abduct a kid, but I didn’t know it was her kid.”
Gage shook his head. “The rumor mill is in high gear. No abduction attempt, though. At least, not overtly. The guy wanted to talk to the girl.”
“That’s creepy enough.”
Gage leaned forward, lowering his voice. “When Micah came in this morning, he suggested I take you on.”
Ethan was startled. “Take me on?”
“As a deputy. At least temporarily.”
“But why?”
“He seems to feel you’re fresher at dealing with threats than the rest of us.” Gage grinned. “He’s right, you know. Whatever we used to be, we’re all small-town cops now.”
Ethan nodded slowly, turning the idea over in his head. He, too, kept his voice low. “You want me to protect the girl?”
“Sort of.”
Ethan waited patiently. He was good at that from years of sitting in out-of-the-way places waiting, waiting, waiting for his target. For information. For whatever.
“The thing is, what if this guy isn’t really a stranger?”
Ethan’s brow creased. “What do you mean?”
“Sophie didn’t recognize the guy, but she’s only seven. Anyway, everyone has it fixed in their heads that this guy is someone from outside the county. What if he’s not? They’ll dismiss anyone they know, even if he does something suspicious.”
“I see what you mean.”
“Now maybe Sophie’s his target. Or maybe he just happens to like little blonde girls and goes for another one. Whichever way, if Farmer Sam sees Rancher Jesse talking to a little girl, he’s not going to get suspicious. Because they’re neighbors.”
“I read you.”
Gage smiled. “Micah said you’d help.”
“He did, did he?”
Gage’s smile broadened. “I always wanted another Micah Parish on my staff.” He laughed and leaned back to let Maude pour their coffee, then put their plates in front of them. After she moved away, he leaned in again, keeping his voice well below the level of surrounding conversation. “We’ll go over to the office after breakfast. It’s time to plan.”
“I didn’t say I’d do it.”
Gage’s smile faded as he studied the younger man. After a bit he said, “You’ll do it. You’re not the kind to walk away.”
* * *
Ethan walked back to the sheriff’s office with Gage. Throughout breakfast, only a few more words had passed between them, either because neither man was much of a talker or because too many ears were listening.