all was well. By the time she left, she’d be in his company and they could both breathe a sigh of relief.
Mia passed the receptionist desk and headed to the elevator, stabbing the button. The lab was her home. It was where she spent most of her time. The atmosphere was laid-back but professional. Everyone did their own thing, unless they were working in teams. Their sole focus at the Island lab was research, and that was where she excelled. She’d just put her purse away when her desk phone rang.
She hit the speaker button. “Mia Stewart.”
“Ms. Stewart, your brother is here with your car.”
Mia clasped her hands together. “Great. Tell him I’ll be right down.”
Mia hung up the phone and headed back down on the elevator. She stepped out into an empty lobby. “Where did he go?”
“He’s waiting outside.”
“Thanks, Tammy.”
Mia hurried across the lobby, excited to see her brother and finally have her car back. She stepped outside into the sun and glanced around the parking lot. She’d taken another step out when she felt fingers digging into her arm and saw a gun pointed at her. She came face to face with her brother, only it was the wrong damn one. “What are you doing here?” she asked and tried to wiggle her arm free.
“Saving you,” he answered and pulled her around to the side of the building. “We have to go.”
Fear clung to Mia like the heated sun. She dug her feet in and pulled against Garth. He wasn’t dealing with the same little girl as before. She remembered the pepper spray in her pocket, but it was on the wrong damn side. “I’m not going anywhere. Just tell me what you want.”
His hold tightened. “Stop fighting me. I’m not going to hurt you. This isn’t like last time. I’m not on drugs.”
She peeled at his fingers until he loosened them. “You could have fooled me. Sane men don’t kidnap women.”
“I’m not kidnapping you, I’m saving you. You’re in danger, and we have to leave. Now!” His eyes narrowed as they darted around their surroundings.
“You’re the only one I’m in danger from. Let me go,” she pleaded.
Chapter 12
Declan was going through the file he’d compiled on Mia and found it incomplete.
“Did we get the prints on that boat yet?” Declan hollered from his office.
“We just got a hit.” One of the deputies leaned into the room. “Garth Miller.”
Declan’s jaw ticced, and he flipped to the back of her file where Garth’s paperwork was supposed to be and found it still hadn’t arrived. Stan had promised to send the information on her estranged brother, Garth, from Fuller Psychiatric Hospital. He got on the computer and found the contact information for Fuller, only to be told they couldn’t discuss Garth and to talk to his case worker in charge. He was given the number.
Declan hung up and called the officer.
“Swanson.”
“Hi, this is Sherriff Declan Love from Love Island. I need to ask you about one of your case files, Garth Miller?”
“Yes. Why? Don’t tell me he’s slipped up. He’d straightened out his life, was doing well.”
The hair on Declan’s arms rose. There was something wrong here. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. “Do you know his whereabouts? His name came up in one of my investigations.”
“You’d have to talk to Stan Richards. Garth was signed out under Stan’s care about a month ago, and to be honest, I don’t know what Stan was thinking he could do. Garth may have had a bad childhood, but he’s really straightened up his act.” Swanson paused. “Unless he’s relapsed and Stan hasn’t informed me.”
“You’re telling me that Garth has been with Stan Richards for over a month?”
“Yeah, why? Are they both in trouble? I had heard that Stan was a bit of a hothead, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“I’ll call you back.” Declan hung up the phone and rose from his desk. Pulling out his phone, he called Flynn only to have the call
Mia passed the receptionist desk and headed to the elevator, stabbing the button. The lab was her home. It was where she spent most of her time. The atmosphere was laid-back but professional. Everyone did their own thing, unless they were working in teams. Their sole focus at the Island lab was research, and that was where she excelled. She’d just put her purse away when her desk phone rang.
She hit the speaker button. “Mia Stewart.”
“Ms. Stewart, your brother is here with your car.”
Mia clasped her hands together. “Great. Tell him I’ll be right down.”
Mia hung up the phone and headed back down on the elevator. She stepped out into an empty lobby. “Where did he go?”
“He’s waiting outside.”
“Thanks, Tammy.”
Mia hurried across the lobby, excited to see her brother and finally have her car back. She stepped outside into the sun and glanced around the parking lot. She’d taken another step out when she felt fingers digging into her arm and saw a gun pointed at her. She came face to face with her brother, only it was the wrong damn one. “What are you doing here?” she asked and tried to wiggle her arm free.
“Saving you,” he answered and pulled her around to the side of the building. “We have to go.”
Fear clung to Mia like the heated sun. She dug her feet in and pulled against Garth. He wasn’t dealing with the same little girl as before. She remembered the pepper spray in her pocket, but it was on the wrong damn side. “I’m not going anywhere. Just tell me what you want.”
His hold tightened. “Stop fighting me. I’m not going to hurt you. This isn’t like last time. I’m not on drugs.”
She peeled at his fingers until he loosened them. “You could have fooled me. Sane men don’t kidnap women.”
“I’m not kidnapping you, I’m saving you. You’re in danger, and we have to leave. Now!” His eyes narrowed as they darted around their surroundings.
“You’re the only one I’m in danger from. Let me go,” she pleaded.
Chapter 12
Declan was going through the file he’d compiled on Mia and found it incomplete.
“Did we get the prints on that boat yet?” Declan hollered from his office.
“We just got a hit.” One of the deputies leaned into the room. “Garth Miller.”
Declan’s jaw ticced, and he flipped to the back of her file where Garth’s paperwork was supposed to be and found it still hadn’t arrived. Stan had promised to send the information on her estranged brother, Garth, from Fuller Psychiatric Hospital. He got on the computer and found the contact information for Fuller, only to be told they couldn’t discuss Garth and to talk to his case worker in charge. He was given the number.
Declan hung up and called the officer.
“Swanson.”
“Hi, this is Sherriff Declan Love from Love Island. I need to ask you about one of your case files, Garth Miller?”
“Yes. Why? Don’t tell me he’s slipped up. He’d straightened out his life, was doing well.”
The hair on Declan’s arms rose. There was something wrong here. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. “Do you know his whereabouts? His name came up in one of my investigations.”
“You’d have to talk to Stan Richards. Garth was signed out under Stan’s care about a month ago, and to be honest, I don’t know what Stan was thinking he could do. Garth may have had a bad childhood, but he’s really straightened up his act.” Swanson paused. “Unless he’s relapsed and Stan hasn’t informed me.”
“You’re telling me that Garth has been with Stan Richards for over a month?”
“Yeah, why? Are they both in trouble? I had heard that Stan was a bit of a hothead, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“I’ll call you back.” Declan hung up the phone and rose from his desk. Pulling out his phone, he called Flynn only to have the call
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