there was no place for emotion during an investigation. The mother’s naked fear and silent plea for him to accomplish a miracle was bad enough. But the sight of the beautiful child in the photo was the ultimate test of his ability to stay objective and professional. She was a real cutie, with a dimpled smile, laughing hazel eyes and curly red-gold hair the same shade as her mother’s.
Although he fought them, he couldn’t stop the memories as the image of another beautiful little girl assaulted him. Pain, as fresh as if the death of his beloved daughter had taken place yesterday instead of nine years ago, punched him in the gut.
For a moment, he stood paralyzed. Then from somewhere he found the strength to push those agonizing memories away so he could concentrate all of his attention and skill on finding this child.
“May I keep this picture?” His voice was more brusque than he’d intended. Softening it, he added, “In case we need it.”
“Y-yes, of course.”
“I just have a few more questions.”
“All right.”
“Is there any chance someone you know could be behind this abduction?”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Someone I know? No one I know would ever do anything like this.”
“There’s no ex-husband? Nobody who might wish you harm?”
Her look of outrage faded. She shook her head. “No. I—I’m a…widow.”
“I’m sorry. Look, finding your daughter might take a while. Is there anyone you can call to come and be here with you?”
“I…yes. My brother.” The relief on her face was palpable. She dug a cell phone out of her handbag.
While she placed her phone call, Dan walked over to see how Romeo and the security guard had fared.
“Elena rounded up all ten patrolmen,” Romeo said, “as well as DeChurch, Nichols, Richardson and Cavelli.” The last four were the other detectives in the department.
“And I’ve called in as many of our security guards as I could find,” the guard said.
“Which is how many?” Dan asked.
“Six.”
Dan thought fast. “Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll divide up the anchor stores first. All customers and clerks will be asked to leave by one of the outside doors where one patrolman and one guard will be stationed. Everyone’s ID will be checked before they’re allowed to leave, and everyone will be quizzed about whether they might have seen the woman and child. Anyone with a small child will get extra attention. While this is proceeding, a team will start on the second floor of each store and systematically search each area. After each area is searched, we’ll cordon if off and put a security guard there to make sure no one tries to go back into that particular area to hide.”
“This might take more manpower than we’ve got,” Romeo said in an aside.
Ignoring the remark—which was true, but unproductive—Dan went on to say that all the people in the other stores or in the public areas would be asked to leave from the north entrance, where two police officers would check each person’s identification.
“Sergeant Navarro will be in charge of the north entrance, which is also where we’ll admit anyone who’s coming to help.” Turning to the mall manager, Dan said, “Can we use your office as our command post?”
“Of course.”
“Okay. Romeo, send all additional help there.”
“What do you want me to do?” This question came from Harold Fury.
“Mr. Fury, you round up all your security guards and bring them to the management office, too. I’ll brief them and give them their individual assignments.”
Once Romeo and Fury were dispatched, he looked over at the mother. She was no longer on the phone. “Is someone coming?” he asked her.
She nodded. “My best friend. I—I couldn’t find my brother.”
“Okay, good. I’m glad you’ll have someone to stay with you.” He tried to make his smile reassuring. “I want you to stay here for the time being, okay?”
“All right. You…” She took a deep breath. “You’re going to find her, aren’t you?”
He hesitated, torn between the brutal truth and something else, something that would give this woman the strength to endure. He nodded grimly. “Yes. We’re going to find her.”
Seeing the blind trust in her eyes, he vowed he would keep his promise if it was the last thing he ever did.
Chapter Two
Glynnis sat in stunned silence.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since that detective left, but it seemed like hours. She couldn’t remember his name, either. All she knew was that he had kind eyes, and they made her want to believe him when he said they’d find Olivia.
Please, God, she prayed over and over again. Please let them find her, and let her be okay. Please.
She kept seeing the way Livvy’s face had looked in the video, all crumpled and scared. By now, she must be terrified. Glynnis bit her lip and clenched her hands to keep them from shaking uncontrollably.
My baby.
How could she have put Livvy down without grabbing on to her hand? Making sure something like this couldn’t happen? What kind of mother was she, anyway? All my life I’ve been making terrible choices. What is wrong with me?
Although she knew it did no good to dwell on the past, she couldn’t seem to stop herself today. Was God punishing her for her bad judgment? For all the mistakes she’d made, especially the worst one nineteen years ago? Was he telling her to be more careful in the future?
Glynnis jumped up and began to pace around the store.
Gregg, where are you? I need you…
In all of her life, her brother was the only one she’d ever been able to depend upon. Everyone else had let her down, but Gregg never had.
They’d always been close, and after their parents died when they were sixteen, they’d become even closer.
But she hadn’t been able to find Gregg today. There was no answer at the house, he wasn’t at the restaurant and when she tried his cell phone, she got his voice mail. She’d left a message, then another with Janine, the hostess at Antonelli’s, the restaurant Gregg had owned for the past six years.
Poor Janine. She’d been so upset. She’d kept apologizing and saying she wasn’t sure where Gregg had gone, only that he’d left at noon and said he wouldn’t be back today.
“If he calls, I’ll be sure and tell him what happened. Do you have your cell phone with you? Is there anything anyone else can do? Do you want Steve to come?”
Steve was Glynnis’s and Gregg’s cousin, and for nearly two years he’d been Gregg’s right-hand man at the restaurant.
“No,” Glynnis said, “that’s okay. You need him there.”
“What about Kat? I could call her for you.”
Kat Sherman was Glynnis’s best friend, and everyone at the restaurant knew her.
“Thanks. I—I’ll call her myself.”
Kat hadn’t let her down. “You just hold on,” she said when Glynnis told her what had happened. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
That had been twenty-five minutes ago, so Kat should arrive at any time.
“Mommy?”
Startled, Glynnis blinked.
“Mommy,