Safe At Hawk's Landing

He hadn’t known her but her young life had been snuffed out way too soon.

* * *

CHARLOTTE’S EYES FELT heavy again. “Thank you for coming, Honey,” Charlotte said. “I have no idea what time it is, but if you need to go home, please go. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not leaving until I hear from the guys.” She patted Charlotte’s hand again. “But you need to rest, so sleep, Charlotte. I’ll wake you when I hear from them.”

The need to close her eyes tugged at Charlotte, although even when she did, the darkness grew blacker. She couldn’t erase the images of what had happened earlier or the sounds of her students’ cries. “Why did they target me and my students?” she asked, thinking out loud.

“I don’t know,” Honey said. “Harrison said that they’re part of a larger group so it was probably random. They probably scope out local businesses or areas where they can find female groups.” She brushed Charlotte’s hair away from her forehead again. “But this wasn’t your fault. No one could have known what they were planning or where they were going to hit. And you certainly couldn’t have stopped them.”

Funny how Honey could read her mind. When she’d heard Honey’s story of growing up in Tumbleweed, Charlotte had instantly been drawn to her. Honey reminded her of herself.

She was a survivor.

Sweet Evie’s face flashed in her mind, along with her other students. Those girls were survivors, too.

The throbbing in her head intensified, and she lifted her hand and touched the bandage. The movement caused her shoulder to ache where she’d been shot.

“Do you need more pain meds?” Honey asked.

An image of herself as a child with that port-wine birthmark returned to haunt her. She wasn’t a little kid anymore, but she knew her forehead had taken a bashing. “No, I’m okay.” She refused to complain and wanted to clear her head. “Can I ask you something, Honey?”

Honey stroked her arm. “Of course, Charlotte. What is it?”

She felt silly for asking, but she had to face the truth. “Is my face, my eyes, am I...going to be scarred?”

Honey sighed softly. “According to your doctor, you have a half-dozen stitches, but they’re in your hairline, and the wound should heal.” She paused. “I know you’ve lost your vision for now, but your eyes look normal, Charlotte.”

Charlotte blinked back more tears. “That sounded vain, and it’s really not important, especially considering my students are in danger—”

“It doesn’t sound vain,” Honey assured her. “It’s only human to wonder. Besides, you and I are alike, Charlotte. We both have to know what we’re dealing with, then we face it head-on.”

Charlotte’s throat closed. Honey was right.

When she’d first heard how awful some of the locals had treated her friend, she wasn’t sure she wanted to settle in Tumbleweed. But Honey’s giving spirit had made her want to call this place home.

Only now, her studio had been trashed, her future ripped apart and the kids she devoted her heart and time to help were missing.

* * *

LUCAS’S PHONE BUZZED as Harrison drove away from the ranch. Thankfully, his mother had been thrilled to have the kitten. He’d known she was lonely and should have thought of getting her a pet sooner.

Harrison veered onto the road leading to the hospital.

Lucas connected the call. Keenan Hart from the Bureau.

“I’ve been researching those tattoos,” Keenan said. “Snakes are common, and I’ve found several lightning bolts. I need more details. It would help if Charlotte would look at photos—”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Lucas said grimly. “She lost her sight. The doctor doesn’t know if it’s temporary or permanent.”

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. I’ll send you the photos of the ones I found and you can describe them to her.”

“Good idea.” Lucas explained about the body they’d discovered at the warehouse and the charred van. “Also, run background checks on the victims’ foster families. Check their financials for trouble.”

“You think one of them is involved?” Keenan asked.

“I’m just covering the bases,” Lucas said. If a foster parent had been bribed or paid off, he could use that as leverage to push him—or her—for more information about the kidnappers.

Before he hung up, his phone buzzed again.

“Keep me posted,” he told Keenan, and then clicked to answer. “Brayden?”

“Yeah, I’m here with Mom. She was upset about what happened in town today.”

Everybody in town was probably upset. Missing children had a way of inciting panic and fear.

“Reassure her that we’re doing everything we can to find the missing teens,” Lucas said.

“I have, but that’s not the reason I called. We were watching TV, Lucas, and the story is plastered all over the place. It made national news.”

Lucas scrubbed a hand through his hair. Of course it had.

“Some reporter named Gerald Ingram showed a picture of Charlotte in the hospital.”

“What the hell?”

“He announced that she was the only surviving witness.”

A litany of curse words spewed from Lucas’s tongue. “That idiot bastard. He might as well have put a bullet in her head.”

“I know. I’m sorry, man. Is there anything I can do?”

“Just stay with Mom for a while.”

They said goodbye just as Harrison pulled into the hospital parking lot.

“What happened?” his brother asked as they parked and walked toward the entrance.

Lucas relayed the news about the reporter. “I should have posted security at Charlotte’s door,” Harrison said.

“I should have thought of it, too.” But they’d both been too anxious to track down that van and look for the kidnapped victims. “I’ll stay with her tonight,” Lucas offered. “Tomorrow we’ll assign a detail.”

Harrison nodded, and they went inside and rode the elevator to the second floor. With that damn news report on his mind, Lucas scanned the halls and corridors in case one of the kidnappers returned to try and take out Charlotte.

* * *

CHARLOTTE WAS ROUSED from sleep again as footsteps echoed in the room. Then voices.