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Sean would find him. He had to.
Jayne was already working on it, and Noah was pulling all Miller’s criminal records in the effort to find out where he might have taken Lucy. The Delaware FBI was checking his last known residence and Abigail went to comb the WCF files in evidence.
Sean prayed Lucy was alive and unharmed. His gut burned, thinking about Lucy held captive. Miller looked normal, almost pleasant, but he was a sick bastard who had vengeance on his mind. He hated women, and a woman—Lucy—had tried to send him back to prison.
His phone rang as soon as he stepped inside his house. He ran up the stairs to his office as he answered.
“Hello.”
“Sean, it’s Duke. Jayne filled me in. Have you learned anything else?”
“No.”
“I retrieved his employment history. He lists University of Virginia at Richmond as his alma mater.”
“How does that help?”
“He’s not a native of Delaware. His parents were Paul and Christina Miller. They lived in Virginia until 1984, when the father moved to Wilmington after they divorced. Miller was born in 1971, in Charlottesville, Virginia. Jayne is searching property records under the father’s name and the mother’s maiden name—Christina Lyons.”
“Where are they now?”
“The father died twelve years ago, and I have no record of the mother after the divorce in Virginia or Delaware, so I’m broadening the search under both her married and maiden names.”
“What is it? I’ll get the FBI on it.”
“The FBI? You think they can find it faster than I can?”
“No, but at this point we need to try everything. I have a bad feeling. From the witness ID, it appeared that Lucy was drunk. I think he drugged her. She wouldn’t have gone willingly. She would have fought back.”
“We’ll find her,” Duke emphasized.
Sean didn’t doubt that. But in what condition? Injured? Dead?
“Call me as soon as you know anything.”
Sean dialed Kate. “I’m sending you information that Duke just found out.”
“I’ll get on it. Noah is on his way to your place, I’m meeting him there.”
“If I find a lead, I’m jumping on it.”
“You’d better. Just keep me in the loop. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Sean dropped his phone on his desk, his hands fisting in his hair as an agonized groan escaped from deep in his chest. The anger—at Mallory, at the FBI, but mostly at himself for not protecting Lucy—battled with his deep fear for her life.
He took several deep breaths to swallow the rising panic. His brothers had told him over and over that there was no room for personal emotion when faced with a threat. But Sean had never been in the military. He’d never been trained to kill or to fight or to treat an assignment as a tactical situation with targets and civilians. And while he had the skills, he hadn’t developed the mental discipline that his older brothers shared.
And he couldn’t think of Lucy as a victim. He couldn’t think of her as anyone but who she was—the woman who had taken his heart. He just wanted her back, safe, with him.
“Okay,” he said out loud. “Think, Sean. You’re not helpless. If Miller wanted to kill Lucy, he would have done it at the church, right?”
This was where having the profiler around would be helpful.
Was Cody Lorenzo killed for revenge, or because he’d found out something about Miller? Or, was his murder Miller’s sadistic way of tormenting Lucy? How long had Miller been watching her? Did he know about her past relationship with Lorenzo? He knew about Sean—the guy had watched them at the ice rink. Miller had been circling around Lucy, making her nervous. All the times she felt as if someone was watching her, she had blamed her past. Sean had told her to trust her instincts, and when they thought Lorenzo was stalking her, he’d accepted that Lucy’s feelings were because of him.
They’d made a logical and reasoned conclusion based on the evidence, but it had been wrong. And now Lucy’s life was at risk.
The doorbell rang, followed by knocking. Sean glanced at his security screen and saw Kate and Dillon at the door. He rushed downstairs and by the time he let them in, Noah and Hans were walking up the front walkway.
