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“No. But my family is involved,” Dalton said. “This whole thing is actually about her daughter.”

“Sophia? What about her?”

“Her father’s looking for her.”

“What do you mean? Megan said he was dead.”

“Well, he’s not,” Dalton informed him.

“I knew it,” he said with a sigh. “My sister’s the worst liar ever.”

“She said he was dead, and you knew he wasn’t, but just dropped it?”

“Hell, no,” Cameron said. “I just couldn’t ever find him. Megan wouldn’t give me a name and his DNA isn’t in any system. At least the DNA of whoever Sophia’s father is. Believe me, I called in favors to try and find him.”

“No, it wouldn’t be,” Dalton said without elaborating. “But now you don’t have to look for him. His brother’s looking for her.”

“Hold up. Sophia’s uncle is looking for her.”

“Yep. He’s the entitled prick I was referring to. Some Icelandic royalty or something.”

“Of course he is. Trust my sister to get herself mixed up with someone with money and means.” Cameron ran his hands through his hair. “What do you need from me?”

“Nothing right now. I’ll meet with this guy tomorrow or the next day and let you know.”

“Damn it, Dalton. That’s not really an answer.”

Dalton shrugged. “I don’t have an answer for you. But I know I don’t have to tell you what you’ll need to do until this is sorted out.”

“You mean, remove all my guns from their hiding places and move my family into a compound of some kind?”

“Sure, if that floats your boat.” Dalton smiled. “We have it under some control from our end. Just keep an eye on Megan and Sophia so I can focus on finding out who these people are. I don’t know if they’re in danger, but someone’s really interested in finding them, so best to be on the safe side.”

“That goes without saying. You do your thing, Dalton, and don’t worry about my family.”

“Thanks. I promise I won’t keep you in the dark.”

“I appreciate that.” Cameron sipped his beer. “What do you suggest I do about Megan?”

“You can talk to her. Try to get her side of things. These people have a lot of money... more money than you and I will ever see in a lifetime... which gives them power. I have yet to determine whether or not this man, Kaspar, will abuse that power.”

“Kaspar. Is he the father or the uncle?”

“The uncle.”

“Damn it,” Cameron whispered. “What the hell did my sister get herself into?”

“Only she can tell you that.”

“And she will,” Cameron said. “Are you getting any down time this trip?”

“I have to deal with this guy and then maybe I’ll have a little,” Dalton said. He pulled out his cell phone and shook his head. “Speak of the devil at hand.” He answered the call. “Dalton Moore.”

Cameron watched him as he tried to figure out what to do with Megan. His sister wasn’t naïve... at least she wasn’t anymore, and he was sure she knew he’d done some digging on Sophia’s father. But he had a feeling she had no idea just how far he had gone to find out the truth. Since no one knew he was head negotiator for the FBI’s kidnap and ransom division, she couldn’t possibly know how much information was at his fingertips. His family believed he’d left the FBI years ago and had gone into the private sector. He made sure they continued to think that for their own safety. Over the years, he’d exhausted every avenue when it came to finding Sophia’s father, including involving Interpol and Iceland’s police, but he still came up empty. Whoever this man was, he either had reach, or was off the grid.

“Hey, I’ve gotta go,” Dalton said, and dropped a twenty on the table.

“No problem.” Cameron stood and followed him outside. After shaking Dalton’s hand, he made his way to his car and headed home. He called Megan on the way home.

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