“That may be the reason for the earlier fire—to get rid of the records.”
“Why?”
“It sounds like he was doing more than fertility treatments.” She looked from the computer screen to Craig. “We should go there.”
“Not until our skills are more solid.”
“Why?”
“I’m thinking we’re going to need them to defend ourselves.”
Stephanie shuddered, and she knew Craig had picked up on her thoughts as she felt him stroke his hand down her arm.
We just found each other; why can’t whoever it is just leave us alone?
Because there’s something important about the children from the clinic. And someone’s interested in what it is.
When Stephanie jolted, Craig didn’t have to ask what had leaped into her mind.
We both forgot we got that phone number.
You want to call it?he asked.
She considered the question.I don’t think that’s going to get us any information. And we’d just be revealing something about us.
Yeah. Forget calling.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Harold Goddard slapped his right fist against his left palm, but the physical gesture did nothing to relieve his anger.
He was used to working with professionals, and now he was finding out the pitfalls of relying on local talent.
The men he’d hired had had Stephanie Swift and Craig Branson in custody—and the incompetent asses had let the pair get away.
They’d compounded the mistake by waiting a couple of hours before reporting their failure.
“Tell me again what happened,” he said to Wayne Channing, the curly-haired man who had been recommended to him as the best there was if you needed an undercover job done in the Big Easy.
“Like you said, we looked for them at her father’s place and found them there. They were climbing out an upstairs window, and they dropped right into our laps. We took them to the van, with our holding her at gunpoint and his cooperating so she wouldn’t get hurt. We loaded them in the van and taped their hands and feet.”
“And then what?”
“Something happened. We was in the middle of traffic, and they got loose and got out the back door.”
“How did they get loose?”
“We don’t know.”
“Didn’t you restrain them securely?”
“We thought we did.”
“You thought?” Harold said in a calm voice when he wanted to scream.
“Somehow they got away.”
“Did you look at the tapes?”
