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PROLOGUE
Iraq
Twenty years ago
She was only three years old. She wasn’t supposed to be outside alone without her momma or daddy, or her aunt. Beth knew that. As she stumbled along the dark, deserted street, she knew she was going to get in trouble. Her momma promised to take away all of her cartoons if she ever wandered off alone.
But her daddy hadn’t woken up after he closed his eyes, just like Jenny. They were so still and white, and she knew they were gone forever like Momma told her Grandma and Grandpa were gone forever.
The place where she was waiting for Momma was so scary now. It was just big rocks and pipes and it was so hard to breathe in the small space where she’d awakened.
She needed her momma.
She was just a little girl. She wasn’t supposed to be by herself, especially in this place where she didn’t understand what people were saying and the sound of cries and angry voices seemed to echo around her.
The houses didn’t look like the ones at home either. They were little and rough-looking. The road was dirty and uneven and there weren’t any cars moving on it. She hadn’t even seen anyone. She hadn’t heard a single sound that made sense.
Where was her momma?
Her arm hurt, and her pretty white dress was so dirty. It was hard to walk. Every step she took made her leg hurt worse and she’d lost one of her little white sandals.
She still had Binny, though.
The big teddy bear her momma had put the straps on so he would be easier to carry rode right on her back like he was supposed to. And she knew her momma’s favorite knife was still in the pocket sewn into Binny’s belly.
The knife would keep her safe. It had always kept her momma safe; now it would keep her safe.
Stopping in the middle of the street she stared around the night again, wondering why everything was so strange.
Everything was dirty. The houses had boards on the windows and there were no lights inside. And she’d yelled for her momma so many times her throat hurt, but no one had answered.
“I don’ know where to go, Binny,” she whispered, sniffing back her tears. “I want Momma.”
Pushing the hair back from her face she wished she hadn’t lost the bow that had kept it out of her eyes. It was hard to keep pushing her hair back, and she was so tired. She just wanted to lie down. She just wanted everything to stop hurting.
She wanted her momma.
As she looked around, she suddenly stilled, blinking at the dark shape that edged from an alley, watching her curiously.
The dog was big. Probably bigger than any dog she’d ever seen. Black and brown, its dark eyes watching her quietly for long moments before he eased closer, sniffing at her.
“Don’t bite me,” she whispered, so tired she didn’t have the strength to run away from him as he tilted his head and made a snuffling dog sound.
He was so big she could probably ride on his back if she wasn’t so tired. As it was, all she could do was shudder when he came closer, sniffed at her hair, then her face. His nose was wet and cold when he nudged her arm, pushing her toward the alley he’d stepped from as he whined at her.
She wanted to find her momma, not play with a dog that was too big for her to run away from.
She tried to push him away, but he gripped her dress in his big white teeth, whined again, and tugged at her harder.
Maybe he knew where her momma was. Maybe her momma had sent him after her.
The dog whined again, pulling her into the dark, narrow road as the sound of voices could be heard in the distance. They sounded angry, and Beth couldn’t understand them. They frightened her as bad as the dark did.
The dog whined again and pulled at her dress more firmly, almost making her fall.
“I’m coming, you big dog,” she muttered, feeling a little angry herself and so scared.
Where was her momma? Why hadn’t she wanted to come get her?
She forced herself to follow the dog’s urging, putting one foot in front of the other even though it hurt so bad and her head was feeling funny again.
The dog kept walking and walking and making her walk with him. When she just wanted to sit down, he growled at her. The sound was a warning and she was so scared he would bite her if she didn’t keep walking.
Down one narrow street then another until she felt so confused, so tired.
Head down, following the dog’s nudges and tugs at her dress, she concentrated on just walking, just moving. The dog wouldn’t let her do anything else.
“Brute, what do you have here?”
The man’s low, comforting voice had her freezing, fear causing a sob to escape her throat. Hope making her shudder because she could understand what he was saying.
Beth stopped, still trembling as she forced herself to look up. And up.
The dog rubbed against the big man’s leg, whining in happiness as the man knelt down to her, and still he was very tall. But she understood him.
“I want my momma,” she whispered, tears falling from her eyes even though she tried not to cry. “Please, I want my momma. . . .”
Then, just like at the hotel, everything went completely, silently black.
• • •
J. T. Calloway caught the tiny, delicate girl before she hit the ground, shock tearing through him in that single second before he straightened and ducked into the doorway of the hut where he and his family had taken shelter, the overgrown war dog he’d trained himself as a pup, Brutus, following silently behind him. He’d have to remember to get the Rottweiler a steak as reward for what he’d brought back with him. Waiting in the hut were the two men that fought with him, their small force covert and highly lethal. And for the moment, they were stuck in the chaos that was Iraq, unable to fly out for several more hours.
“J.T.?” His wife, Mara, rushed to him, her expression concerned as she caught sight of his small burden. “Oh my God. J.T.?”
There was no mistaking the little girl’s blond hair, her bloodstained face, or the fact that her arm was broken.
“She’s been beaten.” Mara’s voice was flat as J.T. laid the little girl on the cot in the corner of the room. “This world is full of monsters.”
“She’s a blond child in a war-torn city,” he snorted, moving to put water on the small propane burner they hadn’t yet packed before turning to the two men now standing on alert at the doorway. “I’m surprised she managed to escape whoever had her.”
“Small group coming this way. Iraqi, chattering about that damned hotel,” one of the men muttered as they stood next to the wood barrier, their automatic rifles held ready.
That damned hotel.
It had exploded earlier that day, the rubble creating a mess several blocks over. Thankfully, it seemed to be deserted at the time.
