Ainsley, his oldest. He would tell her about the engagement, ask her opinion. He depended on her for advice. Her phone went straight to voice mail.
He started to call Olivia, but knew she was busy with the baby. Bo was pregnant with twins and hadn’t been feeling well. Harper had gone out of town with Brody. Kat might be around. But she wasn’t a good one to ask advice from. She didn’t have her sister Ainsley’s diplomacy. And right now he didn’t need an analytical discussion of the pros and cons.
All of his girls were busy living their own lives. He thought of Cassidy and had a strange feeling of foreboding as he tapped in her cell phone number. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to her. Worse, he had no idea even where she was.
The foreboding feeling was so strong that it scared him. He just needed to hear her voice, make sure she was all right. Her phone rang three times before her voice-mail message answered.
* * *
“YOUR NEW FRIEND AGAIN?” Jack asked as he drove and watched Cassidy check her phone out of the corner of his eye.
She shook her head. “It’s my father.”
Earlier the new friend who’d betrayed her had called. Jack had been right. Cassidy had been on her way to meet said new friend when she was almost abducted.
The friend had left a message. “Hey, where are you? We’re waiting, but getting really worried. Call me.”
“Do you think it’s possible she and her boyfriend weren’t in on it?” Cassidy had asked hopefully. “She says they’re worried. Maybe I should—”
“No, they want you to call because they need to know where you are,” he said. “Believe me, your friend and her boyfriend were in on it. Sorry.”
She nodded. “I guess I was just hoping it wasn’t true, you know?”
He did know. Just as he was hoping that his father wasn’t in on this either.
“You might want to turn your phone off or at least put it on vibrate.” He didn’t think anyone was tracking her via her cell phone. Not yet anyway.
She complied, her expression puzzled.
“Is it unusual for your father to call you?” he asked, guessing at what might be bothering her.
“I can’t remember the last time he called before today.” She looked up at him. “Odd, don’t you think that he should pick now to call?”
Jack did. He wondered if whoever was behind her abduction had jumped the gun and sent the candidate a kidnapping demand. Until that moment, he hadn’t really considered that this might be about money.
But it had to be about money. He couldn’t imagine what other demand his father might make, but then again, if Tom Durand was behind this, he never really knew his father.
Ahead, he could see T.D. Enterprises Inc.’s main building. He pulled the pickup over to the curb.
Cassidy sat looking out into the darkness of the warehouse district. “This is where we’re going?”
Jack felt jumpy, nerves like live wires under his skin. He feared what they were going to find. Worse, he felt as if he were getting Cassidy even deeper into this mess. Not to mention the lies he was telling by omission. When she found out... He couldn’t worry about that now. “The office is on the top floor. Are you sure you’re up for this?”
She nodded, her voice breaking when she spoke. “I’m good.” She wiped her hands on her skirt as if like his, they were sweating. That she was trying to act unafraid made him like her even more.
But as he climbed out, he couldn’t help but worry. This could go so badly. As they walked through the dark toward the hulking building, though, he wondered if this wasn’t merely a wild-goose chase. His father was too smart to leave anything for him to find. But then again, if his father really was on Catalina Island in the Pacific, he might not know that things had gone wrong yet. Ed might have put off calling him.
Also, if his father really was miles away, he hadn’t been able to come back here and hide anything he might have forgotten. There was a chance that Tom Durand thought he had nothing to worry about when he’d left for LA.
All it required at the back door of the facility was a sleight of hand in the dark. Cassidy hadn’t seemed to be paying that much attention anyway as he palmed his key and pretended to pick it up from a ledge near the door.
She was looking up at the fifth floor. He followed her gaze. A light was on—one they hadn’t been able to see from the street.
Was it possible his father had lied about being on a boat on his way to Catalina Island? He didn’t know why that surprised him—if true—since being a liar could be the least of his father’s deceit.
CASSIDY FOLLOWED JACK into the huge old building. For a while, this had seemed a game. The new haircut, the clothes, the disguise, being with this Texas cowboy. Now, though, it felt way too real. She’d done her best to forget about what had almost happened to her earlier on the street.
But the memory was still there, ambushing her when she least expected it. Like right now. She suddenly felt vulnerable. What was she doing here with a man whom, until a few hours ago, she’d never laid eyes on before?
She couldn’t help questioning herself as their footfalls echoed through the emptiness of what appeared to be a warehouse. She’d always been too trusting. She hugged herself as their footfalls echoed through the hulking building.
There were huge containers and wooden crates everywhere. Only dim after-hours lights lit their way. They wound through them to a door marked STAIRS. The stairwell had even less light and a funky old-building smell.
“You’re sure there’s no one here?” she asked in a whisper as she heard something clank overhead.
“We’re about to find out. But I think it’s probably just old plumbing.”
Old plumbing? Wondering what she’d gotten herself into, she followed him up the stairs to the fifth floor, where he pushed open the door cautiously and peered around it. Her heart in her throat, she listened and heard nothing.
“Come on.” Jack stepped into the empty hallway and she followed. All the doors were closed except for one at the far end of the hall where the light was on. That door was partially open, a few inches of light spilling out into the hallway.
Cassidy grabbed Jack’s hand, stopping him. “There’s someone in there.”
He shook his head and motioned for her to follow quietly.
She hadn’t realized that she’d been holding her breath until they reached the office to find it empty. The light apparently had been left on by accident. Either that or the person was in the building and would be returning soon.
* * *
JACK MOVED QUICKLY to his father’s desk. He was about to open one of the drawers when he spotted the plaque sitting on the desk with his father’s name printed on it. There was also a photo of him and his father from a fishing trip they’d taken years ago.
He glanced at Cassidy. She’d come part way into the room and now stood looking around nervously. He quickly turned the plaque and photo facedown and began opening the drawers.
The top drawer had nothing interesting in it. Nor did several of the other drawers. His father fortunately was very organized, so it made the search easier. When he got to the bottom drawer, he found it locked—just as he remembered.
“How did you know there wasn’t anyone here?” Cassidy asked. She’d moved over to a wall of photographs. He felt his pulse jump in concern until he realized they were all snapshots of his father with dignitaries, politicians and even one with the latest president.