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“What’s going on, Jordan?”
By this time, Jim White had fallen to the ground. He gave the man a brief explanation.
“Where is U.S. Marshal Camila Garcia?” he asked Jim who was lying on the ground moaning.
“How the hell do I know?”
Jordan glanced at the three cowboys who were trying to hang back with sheepish looks on their faces.
“What’s in that shed over there?” Ely asked.
“That’s a whelping shed. It’s where we keep animals that are expecting,” a man said. “Nothing’s in there right now.”
Kaitlyn stirred. “Please open it and make certain that young girl is not in there.”
Jordan turned to Ely. “We don’t want to screw this case up any worse. Radio in for a search warrant. Tell the judge we think this is where Marta Alvarez is being held. Also tell him that a federal officer could be in there as well.”
If Camila was here of her own free will, she would have come out at the sound of gunshots or before. Jordan was suddenly terrified of what he would find in that shed.
“What’s this car doing here?” Ely asked.
“We found it down at the rest area. It was abandoned,” one of the cowboys said.
Why didn’t he believe him? If Camila had car trouble, she would have called them.
“Pat them down and cuff these men,” Jordan said. “I’m not taking any chances on another incident like we just had.”
Jim White lay on the ground moaning. “You better arrest that bitch. I’m going to sue her for making false accusations and shooting me. I’m a prominent member of this county and I’ll get you both fired.”
She laughed. “Go right ahead. I’m going to sue you for the loss of my childhood, my innocence, and twelve years of my life. You ruined me. I’m going to ruin you.”
“Go ahead. You don’t have any proof it was me,” Jim said.
Jordan closed his eyes for a second. Where was Camila? That’s who he worried about.
“Where’s the agent?” he said taking one of the cowboys by the arm, his voice rising.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about sheriff,” the man said. “Hey, isn’t this police brutality?”
He’d be lucky to still be breathing if they’d harmed Camila.
A noise drew Jordan’s attention. Quickly he put Kaitlyn in the truck and locked the door. Not that she couldn’t get out, but at least with handcuffs she would have a harder time.
“Come on,” he said and motioned to Ely. “Brandon, you stay here and watch these fellows.”
They had all been patted down and were handcuffed.
“Hey, Sheriff?” one of the deputies said. “Look what I found in his pocket.”
It looked like Camila’s car keys. He pressed the button and the car alarm sounded.
“Son of a bitch,” he said praying she was still alive.
The noise sounded again and he motioned for Ely. “Come on. I keep hearing something.”
The closer they got to the shed, the louder the child’s voice became.
“Help. Help, we’re in here,” she screamed over and over.
