'I can help you find your father,' the caller said. Addy knew this was the same voice, the same man who'd threatened her before. 'Do you have him? Is he all right?'
'I know where he is, and I'll tell you if you'll meet me.'
'Meet you?'
Janice grabbed Addy's wrist, shaking her head and silently mouthing the word no. Addy jerked away from her cousin.
'If you'll come to the coffee shop right now, I'll meet you there and tell you who kidnapped your father and where you can find him.'
'How do I know I can trust you?'
'I'm your only chance of keeping your father alive. They're going to kill him. It's up to you whether he lives or dies.'
Addy swallowed, wishing she could calm the erratic, deafening rhythm of her heart. Clutching the phone, she breathed deeply. 'I—I have an FBI agent guarding me. He'll never let me leave the floor without him.'
'If you ever want to see your father alive again, you'll find a way. If anyone, and I mean anyone, comes with you, then Rusty McConnell is a dead man.'
'How—how will I recognize you?'
'I'll be wearing a Huntsville Stars T-shirt and cap. I'll wait ten minutes.'
The dial tone hummed in Addy's ear. 'No! Wait—'
Janice whirled Addy around to face her, grabbing her by the shoulders. 'What the hell was that all about?'
Addy led Janice to the far side of the room, away from the curious stares of other ICU patients' family members. 'The man on the phone says that he knows who kidnapped Daddy and he knows where Daddy is.'
'You've got to tell the FBI and Nick,' Janice said.
'I can't do that. He wants me to meet him in the coffee shop. Right now. If anyone comes with me, they'll kill Daddy.'
'He's bluffing. If he's in the coffee shop, he can't kill Uncle Rusty.'
'He may not be the kidnapper. I think he may just be working for them.'
'It isn't safe for you to go down there and meet him alone. He could do anything. He could shoot you right there in the coffee shop.' Janice nodded toward the open door. 'Besides, Agent Sturges isn't going to let you go anywhere without him. If he did, Nick would kill him.'
Addy's instincts warned her that Janice was right. It wasn't safe for her to meet this telephone caller, but if there was even the slightest chance that he was on the level, that he could lead them to Rusty, she had to take the chance, didn't she? If her actions meant the difference between saving her father's life and his death, then she had no choice.
'You can help me,' Addy said. 'I want you to distract Agent Sturges long enough for me to get to the elevators.'
'No, Addy, I won't do it. I don't want anything to happen to you.'
Addy took her cousin's face in her hands. Forcing a smile, she tried to sound reassuring. 'Look, I won't take any unnecessary chances. The coffee shop will be full of people. And, if I'm not back in a few minutes, then you can tell Agent Sturges where I went. Okay?'
'Addy, are you sure?'
'No, I'm not sure, but I do know that this may be our only chance to save Daddy.'
Addy watched while Janice sauntered over to the FBI agent. No man could resist her cousin's feminine charms. The woman was lethal. Within minutes, Janice had maneuvered Alan Sturges inside the waiting area and over to the coffee table, set up and replenished by hospital volunteers for the convenience of the ICU visitors. While Janice poured two cups of coffee, handing one to Sturges, Addy slipped into the hallway. Taking one last glance backward, she saw that Janice had her arm laced through the agent's and was smiling up at him, her hip resting seductively against his thigh.
Addy punched the elevator down button. While waiting, she kept checking to make sure no one was aware of her escape. The elevator doors swung open. Three people disembarked. Rushing inside, Addy punched the lobby button, drew in a deep, courage-seeking breath and said a prayer when the doors closed and the elevator descended.
Despite the air-conditioned cool of the elevator, drops of perspiration trickled down Addy's neck. Her palms were coated with sweat. Her pulse beat rapidly. Her mouth felt as dry and parched as desert sand.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this. Nick would be furious when he came out of ICU and found her missing. God, what had gotten into her, thinking she could rescue her father, that she could confront a man who could well be one of the kidnappers? She wasn't thinking straight. If the man in the coffee shop chose to kidnap her or even kill her, what help could she be to her father?
Just as Addy made the monumental decision that she was going to go back upstairs and tell Nick about the phone call, the elevator doors opened at the lobby level. Quickly, she punched the ICU floor button. Before the doors closed, a man entered. With fear racing through her like molten lava down a mountainside, Addy looked up to see who was sharing the elevator with her. Recognizing the man, she sagged with relief.
'Oh, thank God, it's you!'
'What's wrong, Addy? You seem frightened.'
'I'm all right now. I wasn't expecting to see you.' The man reached around Addy, pressing the open button.
'What are you doing? I was on my way back upstairs.'
'I'm surprised Nick Romero let you out of his sight.'
When Addy tried to press the ICU floor button again, her companion placed his hand over hers, pulling her away from the control panel. Addy glared at him.
'I have a gun in my coat pocket, Addy, and I'm quite prepared to use it.'
'You?'
'We'll walk outside together, like old friends, and go to my car. Once we reach our destination, I'll tell you everything you want to know about Rusty's kidnapper.'
Addy followed his instructions, cursing herself for being such a fool. Not only had she acted impulsively but she had doomed herself and her father. Icy chills of fear racked her body as her kidnapper opened his car door and gave her a gentle shove. Once trapped inside the moving vehicle, Addy turned her head slightly, watching the hospital until it faded out of sight. The car soon blended in with the afternoon traffic, its two occupants escaping any undue notice as they left behind Addy's protection—Nick Romero and the FBI.
Addy knew her only hope now lay with Nick being able to somehow figure out who had taken her. But would he be able to piece the puzzle together in time to save her and her father? Would he, unlike she and her father, ignore all the circumstantial evidence and go with his gut instincts? Dear Lord, please help him. If ever she had needed her paladin to come to her rescue, it was now.
Scanning the ICU waiting area, Nick didn't see Addy. Alan Sturges stood by the windows, drinking a cup of coffee and flirting with an overly attentive Janice Dixon. Where the hell was Addy? Was she in the rest room? If so, why wasn't Sturges standing guard outside the door?
Nick marched over to the FBI agent, gripping his shoulder in a vise-like hold. 'Where's Addy?'
'Right over—' Sturges's face turned pale, his eyes widening in surprise and fear. 'She's got to be in here! I just saw her a few minutes ago.'
'Well, she sure as hell isn't here now, is she?' Nick swung the younger man around to face him. 'If anything has happened to her, your life isn't worth—'
'It's not Alan's fault,' Janice interrupted. 'I've been deliberately distracting him. He—he didn't see Addy leave.'
Nick released Sturges, then reached out and grabbed Janice by the shoulders. 'What do you mean 'leave'? Where did she go?'
'Down to the coffee shop.' Tears filled Janice's big blue eyes.
'How the hell did this happen?' Nick's gut tightened into a painful knot. His heart drummed like a roaring tornado. His big hands trembled on Janice's shoulders. 'Why would she slip away to go to the coffee shop?'
