Sawyer by Delores Fossen Page B

have to do with that night we spent together.” At least she hoped it didn’t. “But you saved my life and Emma’s today.”
    Sawyer stared at her. Cursed. “That is not going to happen between us again.”
    She nodded. “I know.”
    But Cassidy figured just saying it wouldn’t stop her from wanting it to happen.
    “The cops just finished going through April’s apartment,” Grayson said the moment he ended the call.
    Good. With everything else going on, Cassidy had forgotten all about the search warrant. Now she braced herself for whatever had put that scowl on Grayson’s face.
    “They found April’s diary taped behind her headboard,” Grayson explained. “It’s over a hundred pages, so it’ll take them a while to go through it all, but my brother Nate spotted something right away.”
    Cassidy prayed that Grayson wasn’t about to say it was an incriminating entry regarding her brother.
    “It’s about Dr. Diane Blackwell,” Grayson continued.
    Not her brother. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t something else about Bennie in there.
    “If the diary is really April’s, then Willy didn’t lie about April being afraid of the shrink.” Grayson looked down at his notes. “The last entry that April made said ‘I think Dr. Blackwell is playing with my mind somehow. Maybe even slipping me drugs during our sessions. I think she might be trying to kill me or something,’” he finished.
    Cassidy replayed all of that in her mind and then shook her head. “Maybe April was just being paranoid. Because what motive would Dr. Blackwell have for doing that?”
    Now it was Grayson’s turn to shake his head. “I don’t know, but it’s definitely something we need to check out. We also need to make sure the diary is real and wasn’t planted by one of the kidnappers.”
    True, she wouldn’t put it past Willy to do something like that.
    Sawyer took out his phone. “I’ll get Dr. Blackwell out here.”
    “You can’t,” Grayson said. “Well, not right away. Nate made some calls, and according to her coworkers, Dr. Blackwell’s missing.”

Chapter Ten
    Sawyer went through his security checklist one more time.
    There was a fellow agent in the living room watching the front of the house. Another one was in his car parked at the back of the house. The nanny, Elaine Wilkins, was from a P.I. agency that specialized in providing bodyguard services to infants at risk. She would spend the night in Emma’s room in case something went wrong.
    He hoped like the devil that it didn’t.
    Both Emma and Cassidy had already been through enough.
    He checked the security system again to make sure it was armed. It was. All the blinds were down, and once it got dark, they’d use minimal lighting so they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves. Not that there would be a lot of opportunities for them to draw attention. The house was out in the middle of nowhere, centered on about fifty acres. It had once been a ranch, but now it would hopefully be a safe haven until the second kidnapper was caught. Then Cassidy and Emma could go home.
    Wherever home was in Emma’s case.
    Sawyer had already called about the DNA results, only to be told they weren’t ready. Nothing unusual about that, but he had asked that the test be expedited. If he wasn’t Emma’s father, then he needed to look for her parents.
    Just the thought of that twisted his stomach, but it had to be done. If she were his, he certainly wouldn’t want anyone keeping her from him.
    He heard the footsteps and saw Cassidy making her way into the kitchen and toward him. “Emma’s okay,” she relayed.
    Like Sawyer, Cassidy had obviously been going through her own mental list, and that included frequent checks to the makeshift nursery to ensure that Emma was still safe. Sawyer had made a few of those trips himself, and with each one he’d studied that tiny, precious face to see if he could pick out any resemblance to himself.
    He couldn’t.
    But that didn’t mean