the side and rearview mirrors. Maya did the same, but she didn’t see anyone, only the empty country road. She hoped it stayed that way.
“Any chance someone could have broken into your car and planted a tracking device on Evan’s car seat?” Slade asked.
That sent yet another slam of fear through her, and Maya’s first reaction was to say no, that there wasn’t a chance of something like that happening in Spring Hill. But the first kidnapping attempt had happened there, so she couldn’t be sure.
“Where would someone put a device like that?” Maya frantically ran her hands around the seat, lifted it a fraction and felt there, too.
Nothing.
Evan was awake, his eyes trained on Slade again, but she lifted the baby as much as the straps would allow and felt around the padding beneath him.
“Some are as small as a box of matches.” Slade glanced over at her search just as Maya looked at him to say she hadn’t found anything.
She saw the worry that was no doubt mirrored in her own eyes. But she saw something else. For just a second or two, Slade’s expression changed when his gaze landed on Evan. Of course, Maya had already known that he looked at her son with affection, but this was different.
He was looking at Evan as if the baby were his.
That didn’t help with the adrenaline that was spiking through her. Didn’t help with the memories of that kiss that she was trying to forget. That look only made things much, much worse. Because she might be saving Evan only to lose him to the very man who could keep him safe.
“What’s wrong?” Slade asked. “Did you find something?”
Maya realized she was staring at him, and she shook her head to answer his question. No, she hadn’t found a tracking device, but that look had drilled home something she was terrified to accept.
Slade huffed. Maybe because he was frustrated from the attack. Or from everything else about their situation.
“Don’t borrow more trouble,” he mumbled.
He didn’t add more, because he took the turn off the rural road and onto the one that led to the interstate. At the same time, his phone rang, and he pulled it out and put it on speaker.
“Are you out of the house?” Declan asked the moment Slade answered.
“Yeah. Any idea who just fired shots at us?”
“Not yet, but someone should be out there in the next twenty minutes. If there’s anything left to find, we’ll find it.”
Good. Maya held on to the hope that something would link this to the person behind the attacks and kidnappings.
“What’s your situation now?” Declan asked. “Anyone in pursuit?”
Slade checked the mirrors again. “Not that I can tell. But there might be a tracker on one of the items we brought with us. Unless you have some other idea as to how this SOB found us.”
“None, but we’ll search for the tracker. Where are you now?”
Slade pushed some buttons on the GPS and turned on the ramp to the interstate. Instant traffic. Maya wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Obviously, the shooter knew which vehicle they were in, so even if he wasn’t personally in pursuit, that didn’t mean he hadn’t phoned for help.
“We’re about twenty minutes from Maverick Springs,” Slade told his brother. “I’m heading to the marshals’ office, but I’ll need to have someone pick up some supplies for the baby.”
Maya blinked. “Aren’t the suspects there?”
“They are,” Declan confirmed. “Well, Andrea, Nadine and Chase are anyway. Still no sign of Morgan Gambill, the guy who escaped during the bomb scare.”
Too bad he was still missing, because Maya figured he had important info. Judging from Slade’s scowl, he believed it, too.
“But I do have some news on Randall Martin’s missing green SUV,” Declan added. “The San Antonio police found it in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse.”
Maya held her breath, hoping this would be the break in the case they needed. But obviously Slade wasn’t so hopeful. He looked on
“Any chance someone could have broken into your car and planted a tracking device on Evan’s car seat?” Slade asked.
That sent yet another slam of fear through her, and Maya’s first reaction was to say no, that there wasn’t a chance of something like that happening in Spring Hill. But the first kidnapping attempt had happened there, so she couldn’t be sure.
“Where would someone put a device like that?” Maya frantically ran her hands around the seat, lifted it a fraction and felt there, too.
Nothing.
Evan was awake, his eyes trained on Slade again, but she lifted the baby as much as the straps would allow and felt around the padding beneath him.
“Some are as small as a box of matches.” Slade glanced over at her search just as Maya looked at him to say she hadn’t found anything.
She saw the worry that was no doubt mirrored in her own eyes. But she saw something else. For just a second or two, Slade’s expression changed when his gaze landed on Evan. Of course, Maya had already known that he looked at her son with affection, but this was different.
He was looking at Evan as if the baby were his.
That didn’t help with the adrenaline that was spiking through her. Didn’t help with the memories of that kiss that she was trying to forget. That look only made things much, much worse. Because she might be saving Evan only to lose him to the very man who could keep him safe.
“What’s wrong?” Slade asked. “Did you find something?”
Maya realized she was staring at him, and she shook her head to answer his question. No, she hadn’t found a tracking device, but that look had drilled home something she was terrified to accept.
Slade huffed. Maybe because he was frustrated from the attack. Or from everything else about their situation.
“Don’t borrow more trouble,” he mumbled.
He didn’t add more, because he took the turn off the rural road and onto the one that led to the interstate. At the same time, his phone rang, and he pulled it out and put it on speaker.
“Are you out of the house?” Declan asked the moment Slade answered.
“Yeah. Any idea who just fired shots at us?”
“Not yet, but someone should be out there in the next twenty minutes. If there’s anything left to find, we’ll find it.”
Good. Maya held on to the hope that something would link this to the person behind the attacks and kidnappings.
“What’s your situation now?” Declan asked. “Anyone in pursuit?”
Slade checked the mirrors again. “Not that I can tell. But there might be a tracker on one of the items we brought with us. Unless you have some other idea as to how this SOB found us.”
“None, but we’ll search for the tracker. Where are you now?”
Slade pushed some buttons on the GPS and turned on the ramp to the interstate. Instant traffic. Maya wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Obviously, the shooter knew which vehicle they were in, so even if he wasn’t personally in pursuit, that didn’t mean he hadn’t phoned for help.
“We’re about twenty minutes from Maverick Springs,” Slade told his brother. “I’m heading to the marshals’ office, but I’ll need to have someone pick up some supplies for the baby.”
Maya blinked. “Aren’t the suspects there?”
“They are,” Declan confirmed. “Well, Andrea, Nadine and Chase are anyway. Still no sign of Morgan Gambill, the guy who escaped during the bomb scare.”
Too bad he was still missing, because Maya figured he had important info. Judging from Slade’s scowl, he believed it, too.
“But I do have some news on Randall Martin’s missing green SUV,” Declan added. “The San Antonio police found it in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse.”
Maya held her breath, hoping this would be the break in the case they needed. But obviously Slade wasn’t so hopeful. He looked on
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