her and threw her into the backseat of the car. She got in one swift knee to the crotch that narrowly missed its target.
The taller guy was waiting for her in the car. He reached over and she felt a sharp prick in her forearm. A needle.
“Handle her, Rio,” the needle wielder barked as he climbed out of the backseat.
The hunky thug slid in beside her.
Not about to give in without a fight, she sank her teeth into his shoulder and bit down as hard as she could. He barely winced, but he quickly closed his hand over her mouth and gripped it so firmly she couldn’t even part her lips.
Her vision had begun to blur—no doubt from whatever was in that syringe—but she caught a glimpse of Buerto as they sped away. He was groveling on the ground in obvious pain. He hadn’t died trying to defend her. At least there was that.
The man beside her looked her in the eye, and the intensity of his gaze seemed to crawl inside her. He put his mouth to her ear. “Trust me, and you’ll get out of this alive.”
She’d sooner trust a viper. Her eyes grew heavy and her head begin to spin. This could not be happening to her.
Except that it was.
Chapter Two
Zach Collingsworth pushed through the front door of the big house carrying four cold beers. He handed one to each of his three brothers and then took a big gulp of the last one before propping his backside against the porch railing. God, it felt good to be home after three weeks combing dusty Texas border towns.
“So what’s up with your new task force assignment?” his brother Langston asked. “Are you getting a handle on curbing the violence?”
“It’s hard to say,” Zach admitted. “A week ago two border patrol agents were killed, assassination style, in the driveways of their own homes. The week before that, an innocent kid was killed in a drive-by. This week, nothing.”
“Any arrests?” his brother Matt asked.
“No. That’s the worst part. There were witnesses to the kid getting killed but no one’s willing to talk for fear of retribution. And there’s no evidence as to who took out the border patrol officers other than it looks like the work of the drug cartels.”
“So we’re still losing the war on domestic terrorism right here in our own state,” Bart said. “This is not the world I want my infant son to grow up in.”
“We’ll stop it,” Zach said. “Texans always come out on top. You know that. I’m just worried about how many innocent people will die before we do.”
Langston took a swig of beer and then caught hold of one of the chains that held the porch swing, giving it a rattling shake. “Make sure you’re not one of those victims, Zach. You’ve got a lot to live for.”
“So did the agents who went down. But believe me I’m not planning on making my beautiful wife a widow anytime soon. So how’s the oil business?” he asked Langston, ready to change the subject. He’d shared about all he could anyway. The operations of the newly formed task force were mostly confidential.
“We’re feeling the financial pinch like everyone else, but we’re still economically sound.”
“And the cattle business?” Zach asked, turning his attention to Matt and Bart, who co-managed Jack’s Bluff Ranch.
Before they could answer, the hum of a motor sounded in the distance. All their gazes immediately redirected to the curving dirt ranch road leading to the house.
Zach pushed up the sleeve of the pale shirt Kali had bought for him in the new western shop in Colts Run Cross last week. “Nearly midnight. Awful late for company.”
“Sign of trouble,” Bart said. “Probably one of the neighbors needing help bringing a troublesome calf into the world.”
Tension settled in the pit of Zach’s stomach. Over the last few weeks the word trouble had taken on much darker connotations for him. He checked his cell phone. No new messages from Kali since she’d called to tell him that she’d made it back to their neighboring ranch and that her pregnant mare showed no sign of foaling before morning.
Kali had left him at Jack’s Bluff to bond with his brothers over beer and conversation. She knew he needed that. Kali had a way of always knowing what he needed. More often than not what he needed was her.
He didn’t recognize the low-slung silver sports car that came into view and then slowed as it approached the house. “Not a neighbor,” he said, “unless one of them just bought a new Porsche.”
“Ten bucks says the driver’s lost,” Matt said.
Bart stretched and stood from his perch on the porch railing. “Lost or looking for Jaime. There’s a full moon tonight and that seems to bring out all her jilted Texas exes.”
“Poor suckers,” Zach said. His twin sister did have a habit of leaving a string of broken hearts in her wake.
A lean, slightly muscled man jumped from the car when it stopped and strode toward them. When he stepped into the circle of light from the porch, it was clear he’d been in a fight and probably not come out the winner.
Langston walked down the steps to meet him. “Can we help you?”
“I’m here about Jaime.”
Zach’s stomach clenched as he stepped to Langston’s side. There was no way this could be good. “What about her?”
“She’s been kidnapped.”
An ominous, choking silence hovered just long enough for them to get their minds around the pronouncement. Then the questions started flying all at once.
“When?”
“Was she hurt?”
“Kidnapped by whom?”
“How do you know this?”
“Who the hell are you?”
The stranger put his hand up as if the questions were blows. “Are you her brothers?”
“Yeah,” Matt said. “Now start talking.”
“Okay, but I’m on your side. My name’s Buerto Arredondo. Jaime works for me.”
“You’re the art collector?”
He nodded. “I’m in the States to buy art for a resort I’m building just outside Mexico City.” He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped a stream of sweat from his brow.
“Tell us what happened to Jaime,” Zack insisted impatiently. He didn’t give a damn what this guy did or didn’t collect.
“We’d visited an art gallery in the Heights this evening and then gone to dinner. I was walking her to her door when three men jumped us. I tried to stop them but I couldn’t fight off all of them. They threw Jaime in the back of their car and took off.”
“Did she know them?”
“No, but I’m pretty sure they knew who she is. They said if I went to the police they would kill her. I was told to make certain her family got that same warning.”
Zach muttered a curse and slammed his right fist into his left hand. “Not again.” It hadn’t even been two years since they’d had to rescue his nephews, Derrick and David, from a lunatic. It was like they’d become a target for all the crazies in the world.
“Did the kidnappers say anything else?” he asked. “Did they give any clue as to who they were or when they would contact us?”
“Nothing.”
“Did they hurt Jaime?”
“They manhandled her. That’s all I saw but who knows what they’re capable of.