on that case, but I can pass you to—”
“That’s not what I’m calling about. I have a local citizen, a single mother, who appears to have someone doing high-tech surveillance in her house.”
“Any idea why?”
“None. She used to be a defense attorney in Denver, but she’s been down here for a little while doing the stay-at-home mom thing with her toddler. There’s an ex-husband, but the divorce and settlement are finalized.”
“Have you examined the cameras?” Roberts asked quickly.
“No. I haven’t acknowledged that I spotted them, and the homeowner didn’t stay in her house last night. Her child is sick, and they stayed at the hospital.”
“Sorry to hear that, sir. Well, we’ve got a tech specialist I can hook you up with. He could take a look at what’s installed. But you’ll need a warrant to get into the house to look at the surveillance equipment.”
“I have permission to enter the premises.”
“That’s handy. Let me give you our tech guy’s number...”
In short order, Liam spoke with a man named Rahm Zogby, who agreed to drive down to Roaring Springs and take a look at what was going on in Sloane’s house. But he wouldn’t arrive until after lunch, so Liam had some time to kill.
An internet search of Ivan Durant proved educational. The guy was the only son of a wealthy couple and had grown up with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth. Fancy private schools, fancier private university and law school, hired by a top law firm, fast-tracked to partner. No doubt, daddy bringing his considerable legal business to the firm hadn’t hurt Ivan’s career.
The guy was handsome in a squared-jawed, Nordic way. But Liam found his eyes a little too cold, the set of his shoulders a little too arrogant, the pout of his mouth a little too spoiled.
Durant had better not cause Sloane any more pain, or ol’ Ivan and he were going to have a problem.
Liam used police sources to dig into Ivan’s financials and discovered the guy was teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The gambling Sloane had mentioned must be a serious problem. That, or the dude’s lavish lifestyle was draining his finances. Or maybe both.
Liam did stumble across a magazine interview where Ivan railed against prenups. Durant hinted that paying his off had wiped him out financially.
Good for Sloane. At least she’d walked away from the jerk with financial security. However, it also made for a pretty decent revenge motive.
Still. She was the mother of the man’s child. Surely Ivan wouldn’t mess with Sloane if it meant hurting his own daughter. Or was the guy that big an ass?
“Hey, Liam!”
He glanced up at his boss, Police Chief Tegan Howard. “Yes, ma’am?” She hated being ma’amed by anyone other than very contrite teenagers, who’d better ma’am her or get a lecture on manners.
She rolled her eyes. “You busy?”
“Not especially.”
“Any chance you could pick up that prisoner you dropped off at the hospital last night and bring him back here? He’s got an arraignment this afternoon, assuming he can stand and speak coherently.”
“I’m on it.” Perfect. He could stop by and check in on Sloane and Chloe while he was there. Liam grabbed his coat and headed for the hospital.
The elevator door opened to the third floor of the hospital, and Liam stared at a block party in progress. Or at least, that was what it looked like. The hallway was crowded with people talking and milling around. He recognized Russ Colton with a start, then Wyatt and his fiancée, and then he spied Fox.
Aww, hell. The Colton clan had found out Chloe was here and had converged on Sloane. He waded through the crowd to his best friend. “Hey, Fox. How’s Chloe doing?”
“No idea. Can’t get a straight answer out of anyone around this place. What are you doing here?”
“I came to pick up a prisoner. Is Sloane around? I’d like to say hi. Give her my best.”
“Yeah. She’s in with Chloe. Chased everyone out of her daughter’s room a few minutes ago so the kid can rest.”
“With this mob out here? A dead man couldn’t rest.”
Fox grimaced at his family. “Yeah, you’re right. Help me get rid of them?”
“Sure.”
Liam strolled over to Mara Colton, whom he’d long ago identified as the real power in the family, while Fox headed for their father, Russ. “Howdy, Mrs. C. I’m sorry to hear your granddaughter is sick.”
“Why, thank you, Liam. That’s kind of you.”
“I don’t know much about these things, but do you think all this commotion is good for Chloe? Maybe a little more...quiet...might help her rest and recover?”
Mara glanced around in fond exasperation at the crowd. “I do believe you’re right. I’ll go have a word with my husband.”
Mission accomplished. Between the two of them, Russ and Mara would clear the place fast. Sure enough, it took about three minutes flat for the ward to go silent and deserted.
Ahh. Better.
Liam poked his head inside Chloe’s room. The little girl was fiddling with the elephant he’d brought her last night, and a cartoon was playing on her television, but she looked listless.
“I hope you don’t mind that I chased your family off,” he murmured.
“You’re why they left? Thank you from the bottom of my heart,” Sloane said sincerely. She stepped away from Chloe’s bed to come over to him.
“How’s she doing?”
“Fever’s down, but she’s been throwing up, and she’s starting to cough. Doc says the respiratory infection is the rough part of this virus. So we’re not out of the woods yet.”
“She’s getting constant care and the best support available. She’ll be fine,” he murmured.
“From your mouth to God’s ear.”
“How are you holding up?” he asked softly.
“Fine.”
“No. Seriously. How are you doing?”
She looked up at him candidly, and for an instant, naked fear shone in her hazel eyes.
“That’s what I thought,” he muttered as he gathered her into his arms for a hug.
She shuddered against him, a long, full-body shiver of terror. “I—”
Her phone buzzed, interrupting whatever she was about to say.
Frowning, she stepped out of his arms and pulled out the device. She swore quietly and moved out into the hallway, away from Chloe.
Liam followed her. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s Ivan. I don’t want to talk to him, but I suppose I’ll have to tell him Chloe is sick.”
“Why? You don’t owe him anything. He doesn’t have custody of her.”
Sloane stared up at him as the call went to voicemail. “You sound like you don’t like him.”
“I don’t.”
“But you’ve never met him.”
“He hurt you.”
Sloane’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to speak, but her phone started to ring again. “Crud. It’s Ivan. He’ll keep calling until I answer. Can I ask a favor of you...as a police officer?”
Startled,