I’ll have a view of the whole place.”
He frowned. “Bad idea.”
“I’ll be careful. It will only take a minute.” She saw his jaw tighten.
“Really bad idea.”
“I’m familiar with the outdoors, Booker,” she snapped. “I don’t need your permission. As a matter of fact, why don’t you head back to the truck and I’ll meet you there?” She didn’t wait for his answer, instead spinning on her heel and charging down the path that spiraled toward the ridge. Keeping up a brisk pace, she covered a half mile of twisting path before she ventured a look back. Booker was nowhere in sight.
The rock walls rose up around her, muffling the sound of any approaching feet. It was indeed growing darker by the minute, she thought ruefully. Resolutely, she continued on one of two paths that now snaked downward into a shadowed canyon. She made another half mile before the trail widened into a sort of cathedral-like cave, ribboned with veins of color and illuminated only by the faint light that still shone through a crack of rock above her.
It was the kind of scene Drew would wait hours to shoot, until the light was perfect. Fear shook through her again. There was no sign of her brother here, just as there had been none at the crash site. If he was alive, why hadn’t he contacted her? Or the police?
The cave grew suddenly dark. Anita knew she had stayed too long. Skin prickled in goose bumps, she realized there was still no sound of Booker’s approach. He must have taken her at her word and returned to the truck.
Fine. I can make it back there by myself. She was so intent on picking her way across the floor of the rubble-strewn cavern, she did not hear someone fall in behind her.
A hand, hard and calloused, grabbed her and she was jerked backward off her feet. In a moment she was sitting on a patch of loose gravel, looking into the dark face of a man who held her mouth closed with one hand and kept an arm pressed firmly across her throat, pinning her to the rocky wall.
He slowly moved his arm away from her throat and a knife materialized in his hand. Her blood froze as he held it in front of her eyes. His voice was softly tinged with a Spanish accent. “If you scream, you die.”
Fighting to keep the panic from totally overwhelming her senses, she managed a slight nod. He slowly withdrew the hand from her mouth, knife still hovering close to her face.
He was short, dressed in jeans and a vest that bulged with pockets. A radio clipped to his belt made soft static noises as he stepped back slightly to examine her. “Who are you?”
“My name is Anita Teel.” She was surprised her voice worked at all over the fear that seemed to infest every nerve. “Who are you?”
A tiny smile curved his lips and he pushed back the black hair from his face. “It does not seem to me you are in a position to ask questions.” He turned the knife so it caught the last remaining light. “Why are you here?”
She forced herself to sit up straight. “Why is that your business?”
He did not smile this time. “Everything that happens in this part of the desert is my business. I ask merely for curiosity’s sake. It would be much easier to kill you and be done with it.”
She gasped. “I’m looking for my brother. He’s a photographer. He was working in the area and he’s disappeared.” Her phone beeped, but she didn’t dare answer.
He ignored the ringing, cocked his head slightly, black eyes studying hers. “I have seen you before, further south. You were here, taking pictures, in the spring. Yes?”
“Yes, I was. But I didn’t ever meet you.”
“As I said, it’s my business to know what goes on here.”
The thought of him watching her from a distance all those hours she’d spent without the slightest idea she was under surveillance made her shiver. “Look, I don’t care what your business is, and I don’t care who you are. I just want to find my brother. Have you seen him?”
“Not…recently.”
She leaned forward. “When?”
“He was photographing the cliffs. Perhaps I have seen him since, perhaps not.”
The coldness of the rock seeped into her body as she considered. This man might be telling her the truth. Then again, he might be responsible for her brother’s disappearance. A distant sound startled them both. The man tensed, listening.
Anita sucked in a breath. It was Booker, and he’d walk unawares into the situation. She opened her mouth to scream to him, when her captor fastened a piece of duct tape over her lips. Frantically, she tried to peel it away but he deftly secured her hands behind her, tying them with a section of nylon rope from one of his many pockets.
He leaned close. “If you will not stay quiet, things will go badly for the person who approaches. And for you.”
Eyes round with terror, Anita watched the mouth of the cave, praying that Booker would somehow hear her thoughts.
After Anita’s abrupt departure, Booker took a few moments to calm himself down. It wasn’t easy. The bullheaded woman was going to get herself killed. Figuring he’d have to sling her over his shoulder and force her back to the truck, he’d headed down the trail until he was stopped by a phone call.
“It’s Sergeant Williams. We’re going to call off the search for the night. Still nothing to report. Search and Rescue will be back before sunrise to start again.”
Booker thanked her and continued on his way to find Anita. After another fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of her. He retraced his steps and took the second trail.
On the way he alternately berated himself for getting involved and worried that she might have slipped and fallen down the steep cliff side. He tried dialing her phone without success. Calling her name again and again, he hurried his pace.
Something about the cavern entrance ahead made his body tense. If she’d taken the lower path he’d have been able to spot her. That left the cavern ahead, but she should have heard his calls by now. Why hadn’t she answered him? His pulse quickened.
Lord, please let her be okay. He took a breath and plunged into the dim cavern.
He saw Feria instantly, standing ready with his knife and poised to strike.
Booker froze, his hands away from his body. He frantically shot a glance around the space for Anita and saw her, gagged, staring at him with pleading eyes. “She’s no concern to you, Feria.”
Feria did not lower the knife. “Maybe no. Maybe yes. She does not belong here.”
Booker nodded. “That’s what I tried to tell her.”
The gleam from Feria’s toothy grin shone in the darkness. “She should have listened. You are connected with this lady, then?”
“Just helping her out.”
“I see. I do not like intruders.”
Booker didn’t move. “Neither do I, but that hasn’t stopped you from trespassing on my property.”
“You will be compensated.”
“So you say.”
Feria considered. “Most men, I would not let walk out of here. But since we may have business in the future, I will allow you to go.”
“And the girl.”
He shook his head. “No. She stays.”
Booker took a step closer. “She comes with me. She’s got no interest in your life, only her brother. She won’t make trouble for you. You have my word.”
“I am not sure what your word is worth yet, Mr. Scott, but if I find out it’s only talk, you will pay the price.”
Booker’s