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He shrugged. “It wasn’t hard. Just planted a few bugs here and there and made sure they knew I was watching.”
“You killed Trent Carter.”
Keith raised a brow. “Actually, no. I didn’t. I have no idea who killed him, but I can’t say I was sorry to see him go. It was getting tedious keeping him in line.” He raised the weapon. “Enough. I want to know about my son and who helped you hide him.”
Okay, so if he didn’t kill Trent, who did? And why? Raina was fighting to keep the facts straight but wasn’t having much success. “Today was the first day I’d seen him other than on television. No one helped me hide him, I gave him up for adoption.”
“Someone helped you do that!”
“Yes! Trent Carter! The man you killed.”
“I didn’t kill him!” He stood and looked like he might punch her. She refused to flinch but steeled herself for the pain. Surprisingly, he took a deep breath and settled back into the chair. “How did he help you?”
“He arranged the adoption. A private adoption. I picked out the couple who got Michael.”
“You just gave him away like he was a puppy? And I never got a say in the matter?”
He was flat-out crazy.
“I looked for you, Kev—Keith,” she said, her voice low.
That stopped him. “You what?”
“I looked for you, but you were nowhere to be found. I mean, granted, I was looking for Kevin Anderson, but I looked for you. I even talked my stepfather into hiring a private investigator to track you down and got nowhere.” No need to mention that she’d planned to have him arrested and press charges as hard as they could be pressed.
Keith straightened. “You were going to tell me about the baby? That you didn’t really want to leave?”
She had no idea what the right answer was. “I ... wasn’t sure what I was going to do, I just knew I needed to find you. So I tried.”
He sat back with a huff. “Well, this does complicate things a bit, doesn’t it?” After several seconds of silence, he stood.
“Keith—”
“Don’t say anything. I need to think.”
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“We really need to find her.” Vince stated the obvious, pacing the floor at the command center set up in the lodge. Michael’s father had taken the young man back to finish the event now that the danger for Michael had been averted.
As for Raina...
Security footage was pulled on the van and everywhere someone could find the guy dressed like the one who snatched Raina.Unfortunately, that was every ski patrol man. “Focus on the pants,” they’d been told. The pants were different. But all the footage was that of a man dressed for the weather at the base of the run. He’d gotten there early for a good spot, waited for Michael to do his thing, then simply followed him. The argument with his father and the van pulling up all worked in his favor.
“Ugh. Even the pictures of him spraying her and dumping her in the van don’t give us anything to go on.” He refused to say it was hopeless, but...
No. It wasn’t hopeless. God knew where she was. Vince just needed him to share the information by guiding them in the right direction.
“They found the van,” Joseph said. “CSU is on the way and will go over it with a fine-tooth comb.”
Vince started to pace again, but stopped when he came face-to-face with a man who seemed to recognize him. Dressed in warm jeans with boots and a flannel shirt over a black turtleneck, the man stood in a casual pose that Vince recognized. Relaxed, but ready. “US Marshal John Tate?”
He quirked a brow. “How’d you know?”
“Raina said your name right before Kevin—or whoever he was—snatched her.”
“Can we talk?”
“We sure can. Any idea where this Kevin guy would take her?”
