Fatal Disclosure by Sandra Robbins Page B

to tell someone else what to do.
    Betsy’s face burned at the memory of how scared she’d been when her abductors had attacked Mark. She put her palms to her cheeks and wondered if her face betrayed how she felt. She only hoped Mark hadn’t gotten the same impression Mona obviously had.
    The chime of her cell phone interrupted her thoughts, and she pulled it from her pocket. Scott’s number flashed on the caller ID. She jammed the phone to her ear. “Did you catch the creeps who tried to abduct me?”
    Her brother’s low chuckle vibrated in her ear. “And hello to you, too.”
    She propped her free hand on her hip and gripped the phone tighter. “I’m sorry, Scott, but this is no time for polite conversation. I want to know what’s going on.”
    “Whoa, Betsy. Are you all right? You don’t sound like yourself.”
    Betsy took a deep breath. There was no need to take out her frustrations on her brother. “I’m sorry. It’s not every day I witness a robbery and have a gun held to my head.”
    “I know, but thanks to Mark you’re okay now. And to answer your question, we haven’t found the robbers yet, but we did find their car in the parking lot at the lighthouse. No sign of them, though. We talked to the ranger on duty and the tourists there. Nobody remembers seeing anyone near the car.” He sighed with frustration. “It’s like they vanished into thin air. They’ve got to be on this island somewhere, but it could be anywhere.”
    Betsy sank back down on the couch. “Are you going to check the cars at the ferry in case they try to leave the island?”
    “We will, but we don’t have a description. They wore masks, and the only thing we know is one is nursing a broken arm. That may prove helpful. But Brock and I are on this. We won’t give up.”
    “Thanks, Scott. There’s one more thing I think I should tell you. It may be nothing, but it concerns me.”
    “What is it?”
    “When the man was pulling me toward the car, he mentioned my brother wouldn’t be able to save me. If I was a random hostage, how did he know my brother was a deputy?”
    “This doesn’t sound good,” he agreed tersely. “I think Mark is right about somebody being after you. What did he say about this?”
    “I haven’t told him, but I will when I see him again. Doc should be coming out anytime now.”
    “Tell Mark we’ll run by and check on him if we get a chance, but it looks like we’ll be tied up for a while.”
    “That’s all right. I’ll stay here and see what Doc has to say.” The door to the hallway opened, and Doc Hunter motioned for her to follow him. “Here’s Doc now, Scott. I’ll call you back and let you know what he says.”
    “Good. And stay close to Mark.”
    Betsy shoved the cell phone in her pocket and headed down the hallway behind Doc. “How is he?”
    He stopped outside the same exam room Betsy had been in the day before and pushed his glasses up on his nose. “He says he’s fine, but I’d like to check him out more. I want to airlift him to the mainland and do a CAT scan at the hospital, but he says no. He’s determined to go back to Treasury’s. Do you think you can convince him to go to the hospital?”
    Betsy frowned and shook her head. “I doubt it. He probably thinks he’s indestructible. But let me see what I can do.”
    “I’ve been arguing with him for thirty minutes and haven’t done any good. If you can’t convince him, then he’s free to go. I’ll be in my office. Let me know what he decides.”
    Betsy pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Mark’s long legs dangled over the edge of the exam table, and her heart constricted at the thought of how scared she’d been when he’d been unconscious earlier. “How are you feeling?”
    Grinning, he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll be okay. I’ve had worse happen to me.”
    “I suspect you have, but I’ve never been around to see it happen before.” She regarded him through narrowed eyes. “I was