The Baby Pursuit. Laurie Paige
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said, reining in the impatience in the face of Dev’s calm questioning. His quiet, impassive manner was a facade that covered a man of deep feeling. She had sensed that in him when he’d responded to her despair.
Or was she overreacting to the situation? Her emotions had been on a seesaw since the disappearance.
The unfamiliar sense of helplessness, of being jerked around at the whim of someone who wanted to harm her family, swept over her. She turned instinctively to Dev, wanting the succor of his warmth around her once more. She paused when Matthew sighed, then clenched his hand into a fist.
“Someone called,” he said. “I was in the doctor’s lounge at the hospital. She said the baby was fine and that she was taking good care of him. Then she hung up.”
“Oh, my God,” Vanessa whispered. “We didn’t think of putting a tap on that line.”
“Did you recognize the voice?” Dev demanded. “If you have any idea at all, speak up. Nothing and no one is too vague to be discounted.”
Matthew shook his head. “The voice was a whisper. I could barely hear her—”
“How do you know it was a woman?” Dev asked.
Vanessa found herself staring at Matthew with the same intent look that Dev turned on him. She saw surprise, then doubt, rush through her brother’s eyes.
“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “I just thought…it seemed to me…” He shook his head. “It could have been a man.”
“No,” Dev said. “A person’s instincts are usually right. Something tipped you off, something too subtle to be recalled consciously.”
Matthew continued to look troubled. “Instincts have been wrong before.”
“So has reasoning,” Dev said dryly.
Vanessa gazed from one man to the other. “We know one female who wants to hurt us.” She didn’t say the name aloud.
“That bitch,” Matthew said, echoing her feelings.
“If you’re thinking of your stepmother Sophia,” Dev said, “why would she want to reassure you about the child?”
“So we would pay the ransom,” Vanessa told him. “If Bryan is…” She couldn’t say it.
“Dead,” Matthew said hoarsely. “If he’s dead.”
“But he’s not,” Vanessa said quickly, unable to stand his agony. “That’s why they’re keeping us waiting. They think we’ll pay more if they string us along so we’ll be more anxious.”
“Would you?”
Vanessa frowned as Dev prodded and questioned, casting doubts on their reasoning. She and Matthew had discussed the case a thousand times. “My father will pay whatever it takes.”
“Other than the original note for fifty million dollars and the one call, you’ve heard nothing?”
“That’s right,” Matthew answered.
“Where were you when the alleged kidnapping took place?” he asked Matthew.
Vanessa couldn’t believe the implication behind the question. “Matthew didn’t take his own child,” she declared hotly.
Dev continued to watch Matthew with his impassive gaze.
“I was… After the christening, I stayed close to my wife. We were outside—”
“You were near the fountain,” Vanessa added. “You and Holden were talking. Claudia and Lucinda were close by.”
The blue gaze swung to her. “Where were you?”
“I was on my way into the house and saw Maria standing under the trellis. I stopped and welcomed her back. We talked for several minutes. She seemed embarrassed at seeing me. She wouldn’t look at me. I think she was worried about facing her mother after leaving the way she did and staying gone so long.”
Matthew frowned, his gaze on the middle distance. “I remember now. We christened Bryan with water from the fountain. Rosita said the spring that feeds the fountain is the life source of the Fortune clan—”
Vanessa stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on her brother’s arm when he stopped abruptly.
“I think I could kill whoever did this with my bare hands,” he said after a few seconds.
Vanessa had never seen her brother’s eyes so filled with murderous intent. While her other brothers, Zane and Dallas, had often threatened bodily harm to her and her twin Victoria, who had tormented them about their dates, Matthew had always been the quieter brother, the kinder, gentler one, while they were growing up. He had comforted her and her sister when their mother had died, although he had been seventeen at the time, only five years older than the girls.
She was also aware that Devin Kincaid took in every word, every nuance of emotion that was taking place. For a second she resented his cool detachment. But he had a job to do, and she understood that. She wanted to help him.
“I have the guest list from the christening,” she told him, adopting his business-like manner. “Do you want it?”
“Sheriff Grayhawk gave me a copy. He also gave me a list of everyone who works here at the house. I want to talk to those people first. Do you know who was on the premises?”
“Yes. With so many guests, everyone worked that day.”
Dev nodded, then dismissed Matthew. “You’ll leave numbers where you can be reached at all times?”
Matthew handed over his card after scribbling his cell phone and hospital numbers on the back. After he left the room, Vanessa went to her desk. She picked up the list she had been working on earlier.
“I want to know where everyone that you noticed was around the time of the kidnapping,” Dev said.
“I’ve already done that.” At his glance, she smiled grimly. “I do know something about criminal investigations.”
“Huh,” was his succinct comment.
He obviously didn’t take her seriously. She stifled the urge to argue with him about it. He would, given time, she vowed. Devin Kincaid, tough FBI agent, would take her very seriously before they were through with each other.
“Let’s go over your lists,” he said, his tone patient, polite. Sergeant Joe Friday, on the job.
Cruz Perez was angry. Vanessa could identify with the feeling. She wasn’t very happy, either.
“Who the hell does he think he is?” he demanded.
“The FBI,” she snapped, in no mood to put up with his temper as well as her own irritation at being excluded from the questioning. Dev had set up office in her father’s study and allowed no one in while he questioned witnesses. She had been relegated to the role of gofer as he finished with one person and wanted the next brought to him. She had no idea what questions he asked that took so long with each person. And no one would tell her.
“That’s my mother in there,” Cruz snarled. Cruz was the horse trainer at the ranch. His mother was the housekeeper.
As if she didn’t know. Personally Vanessa had been shocked when Dev had handed her the list of people he wanted to question when he’d arrived back at the ranch first thing that morning. She’d also been miffed that he hadn’t taken advantage of their offer of a room. Surely that would have speeded things along.
“If he thinks he can connect her or anyone in my family to the kidnapping, he can think again.”
Cruz glared at her, his dark good looks dangerous and exciting as his anger erupted. However, since she had known him all her life—he was four years her senior—she wasn’t at all worried or impressed.
“No one thinks that—”