To her, that made him all the more loathsome if he’d endangered the child.
“Sweetheart, come stand next to me,” she told Nina.
“He gave me candy,” the girl replied earnestly.
That didn’t surprise Rachel. “Is that why you got in his car?”
“Wait a minute!” the suspect snapped. “She was never in my car.” He glanced at child. “It’s okay, honey. No one’s going to hurt you.”
The youngster eased toward him, holding out a hand. That was too much for Rachel. “Move away from him, Nina!”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake, you’re scaring her!”
The girl had drawn close enough to be grabbed. Despite the shrill of an approaching siren, Rachel couldn’t wait for backup.
“On the ground!” she shouted. When the man failed to respond, she lunged forward, spun him around and slammed him against the vehicle. Before he could recover, she wrenched his arms back and reached for her cuffs.
With a shocked cry, the little girl retreated.
“You’ve upset her! Keep those things off me!” The man’s twisting motion threw Rachel against the pillar and sent a jolt of pain through her hip.
Breathing hard, the suspect held his position. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Officer, but nobody pushes me around.”
Rachel drew her gun. “Hands overhead. Face the car.”
Reluctantly he complied. When he glanced over as the screech of tires announced her backup’s arrival, he didn’t appear the least bit frightened.
Elise Masterson exited the cruiser. “Need help?”
“Officer, would you please talk sense to Ms. Byers?” The suspect must have read Rachel’s nametag. “I was walking to my car when I found this little girl.”
Nina merely stared at the three of them, eyes round as pepperoni slices. Rachel kept her weapon trained on the man. “He assaulted me.”
“That’s not true!” he answered tightly. “Besides, you had no business shoving me into the car.”
The matter wasn’t up for debate. “Hands behind your back!”
He looked to Elise, who produced her cuffs. “Do it,” she confirmed.
Resentment darkened his gaze. Mr. Power Suit was definitely used to running the show, Rachel mused. He’d better recognize who was in charge. In one more second, two policewomen were going to take him down.
The rumble of another car reached her ears. Good.
Then she heard a whole bevy of car engines, until the structure echoed like the parking lot of the Villazon Doughnut Emporium during a two-for-one sale. Which reminded her of another unwelcome change in her turf—under the new chief’s regime, officers were no longer allowed to accept free doughnuts.
As Elise clicked the cuffs into place, the cars bumped into view around a curve of the ramp. In the lead, Chief Willard Lyons halted his unmarked sedan. With the suspect under control, Rachel holstered her gun.
Behind the chief came a patrol unit, followed by a station wagon she recognized as belonging to Tracy Johnson, editor and lead reporter for the weekly Villazon Voice. In its wake rolled a van bearing the logo of an L.A. TV news program.
Busybodies from the press—ugh. Rachel loathed the spotlight, and she couldn’t allow them to talk to Nina, who had to be interviewed and driven to the hospital for an exam.
The suspect shook his head in disgust, as if the newcomers simply compounded an already obnoxious situation. For once, she and he agreed on something.
When the child sniffled, Rachel took her hand. It felt small and moist. “You’ll be fine, sweetie.”
“Big cars!”
“They sure are.”
“I’ll escort her to the hospital,” Elise said.
“Thanks.” Reluctantly Rachel surrendered her charge. She had work to complete here. Booking this suspect was going to be a pleasure.
Elise helped the tot into the cruiser. They had only half a block to drive, so with luck the girl would be reunited with her parents soon.
Chief Willard Lyons stepped out of his car. An imposing, barrel-chested figure with a thin mustache and close-cropped brown hair, he’d been hired the previous year, six months after the former chief retired under a cloud. Several embarrassing incidents had hurt the department’s reputation, and Lyons’s job description called for cleaning things up.
He crossed to Rachel and the suspect. “Who do we have here?”
“I haven’t had a chance to check ID,” she responded.
“My wallet’s in my jacket,” said Mr. Power Suit. “Upper left…” A frown. “I can tell it’s not there. I must have put it in my pants.”
Rachel patted him down for a weapon from shoulders to ankles, trying to ignore an unaccustomed awareness of the guy as a fine specimen of his gender. But fine specimens didn’t kidnap little girls. They also didn’t lie about having a wallet.
“No ID,” she reported.
“I must have left it at the hospital. This is my car, Officer. The registration’s in the—” He broke off as a camera operator hoisted a minicam. “What the hell?”
The chief signaled to a rookie. “Keep them behind that pillar, please. Tell them we’ll have a statement in a few minutes.”
“Yes, sir.” The officer marched toward the interlopers.
“Chief—You are the chief, right?” the suspect snapped. “I’d found this child right before your officer jumped me. I heard the Villazon cops were a bunch of cowboys, but Dr. Graves assured me there was nothing to the rumor.”
At the mention of the hospital administrator, the chief’s expression mutated into a frown. “You work for Dr. Graves?”
“I’m on the staff,” the man answered grimly. “My office is in the medical building here.”
He stood taller. Funny how a guy could appear in command despite having his hands cuffed behind him.
“You’re a doctor?” the chief asked.
A nod.
Okay, make that Dr. Power Suit, Rachel thought. No wonder he acted so arrogant. He wouldn’t be the first doctor to confuse himself with God.
“Nevertheless, we’re going to take you in,” Lyons responded.
Rachel expected the suspect to bluster. Instead, he glanced past them toward the reporters. “I think my ID just arrived—along with my alibi.”
She and the chief swung around. Waving at them from behind the rookie was Marta Lawson, a good friend of Rachel’s who ran the hospital gift shop.
“Dr. McKenzie!” The short, brown-haired woman hoisted a leather packet. “You left your wallet on the counter.”
A couple of newly obvious facts hit Rachel. For starters, the guy had honestly misplaced his ID. He’d probably stopped to buy a snack or a magazine on the way out.
Also, if he’d been working at the hospital, he had an alibi for his whereabouts this afternoon. Which meant he might be telling the truth about having spotted Nina in the parking structure.
Even though Rachel considered her actions justified, she’d picked on a big shot who was probably going to make trouble in front of the press. And trouble was the last thing the Villazon Police Department needed.
She knew as well as anyone that when push came