“I’m not sure this is enough to go to the police with, not after all this time.”
“I wasn’t sure, either,” she said. “But it seemed as if I should do…something.”
He looked again at the postmark, at the date and time that would be a marker in his life for as long as he lived. Could he really pass up the chance to get answers? Perhaps too much time had passed, perhaps nothing would come of it, but could he really just walk away, hand this card to Cara and pretend he’d never seen it, that this message from the past had never arrived at all?
He knew he couldn’t. His gaze flicked back to Cara’s face, and he suddenly knew she couldn’t, either. If he said no, she would accept it, but she wouldn’t walk away from it herself. She wouldn’t forget, wouldn’t even try. He wasn’t sure how or why he was so certain of it, but he was. Maybe he’d known the little mouse better than he’d realized; tenacity had always been one of her qualities, he thought now.
“I just don’t know what I could do,” she said. “The police, they have resources, ways of checking on things, that I don’t have.”
He wondered for the first time what she was doing these days. He vaguely remembered she’d been a business and marketing major in college, and wondered what that had translated into in a real-life career.
And then her words stirred up something in his head.
They have resources, ways of checking on things, Cara had said of the police.
…if you need anything, if Redstone can help, call.
Josh’s words echoed, and Gabe suddenly realized that while he wasn’t the police, he certainly had some sizable and impressive resources at his disposal. Maybe even Redstone Security, the much-vaunted and incredibly effective private security force that had grown along with Redstone to handle problems around the world. He’d heard stories he wouldn’t have believed were he outside Redstone, of things they’d done, operations they’d pulled off, all without stepping on the toes of law enforcement. In fact, he’d heard they were the envy of cops wherever they went, for both their freedom and those resources.
And wouldn’t it just figure, he thought, if the job he’d taken in near desperation while floundering in the aftermath of his wife’s disappearance, turned out to be the instrument of his finally discovering what had happened to Hope?
“Let me make a call,” he told Cara.
He took his cell phone out of his back pocket.
He was about to find out if all the stories were true.
Chapter 4
“Expected you.”
Gabe blinked. “You did?” he said into the phone.
“Josh said.”
St. John’s terseness was legendary at Redstone, and anyone who’d dealt with Josh’s right-hand man had had to learn to translate. But he was so incredible at what he did, so efficient, and had sources Gabe figured even Josh didn’t know—or want to know—about, that no one was about to quibble that they had to pay extra close attention to follow his extraordinary verbal leaps.
“Already?” Josh had only left here this morning.
St. John didn’t answer. Gabe supposed his comment didn’t require one; he should have known Josh wouldn’t dally if he thought one of his own might need help.
“A list?” St. John asked.
Gabe shook his head, thinking dealing with St. John as liaison was going to be interesting. Technically, his title was vice-president of operations, but anyone who’d been around very long knew there were few aspects of Redstone St. John didn’t know more about than seemed humanly possible.
“Not yet, not really. All I need right now is some info on Pine Lake, California. It’s a little town up in the San Bernardino mountains. Near Lake Arrowhead.”
“Target?”
This seemed oddly familiar, Gabe thought as he answered. “I’m trying to backtrack someone from a postcard that was mailed eight years ago.”
If St. John thought he was crazy, he kept it to himself, as it was rumored he did most things.
“Going yourself?” was all he said.
“Yes. Shortly.”
“This your cell?”
“Yes.”
Gabe stifled a lopsided smile as he stopped himself from giving the number St. John no doubt already had from caller ID. The other part of his reputation was that he had little patience for people who belabored the obvious.
“Before you get there.”
“Uh…thanks,” Gabe said, his hesitation marking the time it took him to realize St. John had hung up without another word.
“Who was that?” Cara asked.
“St. John. Josh Redstone’s right arm.”
She lifted a brow. “You look…taken aback.”
“I am,” he admitted. “He’s a little like listening to a machine gun.”
And suddenly he had it, the source of that familiarity. It had been like the old days in the navy, on war games or training exercises; the more tense or dangerous things got, the fewer words were spoken. Commands, reports, decisions, they all got shorter, sharper and tenser.
“He talks,” Gabe mused aloud, “like he’s at war.”
“Perhaps he is,” Cara said.
Gabe focused on her then. “What?”
She lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug that echoed his own earlier one. “There’s more than one kind of war, isn’t there?”
Gabe thought of his own personal war, with the memories of Hope and the questions she’d left in her wake. “Yes,” he said, acknowledging her insight with a nod. “Yes, there is.”
“So, we’re going to Pine Lake?”
He blinked. “We?” He’d thought he’d just head up there, ask some questions, poke around a little. He hadn’t intended on having company.
“You did say I have a big stake in this. And the card came to me.”
He couldn’t argue with that, so didn’t try. “All right,” he said. “Let me go change clothes.”
As he went to the spacious cabin allotted to the captain of this latest Redstone boat, a space that managed to be luxurious and utilitarian at the same time, he didn’t wonder if he was going to regret this. He already knew he would.
He just wondered how much.
“Sorry for the delay. I had to leave some orders with the first mate.”
Cara, who had been standing before a glass case, studying the intricately detailed, one-eighth scale model of the boat she was now standing on and marveling at the kind of mind that could take something like this from idea to reality, glanced at her watch before she turned. It was only a little after one.
“Not a problem, we have…plenty of time.”
She thought she covered her quick intake of breath fairly well as she turned and saw him. Well enough, she hoped.
Gabriel Taggert in naval uniform had been stunning. In the more casual Redstone attire, he’d been extremely attractive.
In snug jeans and a long-sleeved dark gray T-shirt he was sexy as hell.
He frowned suddenly. Cara’s next breath caught; had he seen her reaction after all, had he