Part 6 (2/2)

”They didn't say much of anything.”

Why didn't she believe that?

She could feel Will's gaze on her. She hadn't been completely honest with him when he'd asked about her plans yesterday. Those plans were a little more complex than just getting Zack to Seattle.

She tried a different approach. ”What about their names. They did call each other by name, right?”

He seemed to think about that for a moment. ”Al.”

”Which one was that?”

”The real nice little one.”

”And the larger of the two?”

Zack studied the rug. ”Ralph.”

Al and Ralph? She watched his face, wondering if he was lying and what reason he'd have to do so. Did he want to protect his kidnappers? She remembered how easily he'd come with her when she'd abducted him. She had a feeling that he'd been handed off to a lot of people in his young life.

”Had you ever seen the men before?”

Zack shook his head. Samantha glanced over at Will. He was frowning slightly, but she knew that might not have anything to do with the boy's story. He'd been frowning a lot since he'd gotten into her car yesterday.

But he'd be gone soon. With the first bus station, airport or car rental agency they saw.

She looked at Zack again, wanting to ask him more but realizing it wouldn't do any good. They had some time before they reached b.u.t.te. Maybe he'd open up when the two of them were alone.

She just hoped she could win his trust before it was too late. Because she had a bad feeling about what was waiting for them up the road.

Chapter Five.

”We won't be taking the Firebird.”

Will stopped in the garage doorway to look back at Samantha. She wore jeans and a s.h.i.+rt, the top open, exposing just a hint of freckled chest. After having seen her attire yesterday, he felt as if he already knew her body fairly well. But as she stepped past him and into the garage-the jeans molding her bottom, the s.h.i.+rt flas.h.i.+ng just a hint of tanned bare skin-he felt as if everything about her was a mystery he needed to solve. Wanted to solve.

”We're not taking the Firebird?” he asked, suddenly worried.

He and Zack hung back as she opened the second garage stall. In the darkness inside, he glimpsed a glint of chrome. A few moments later an engine turned over, and she backed out in their new ride.

Unable to let go of his first erroneous impression of the woman, he'd been rather hoping for a Lexus or a Camry or an Accord. No such luck.

The black Bronco she drove out of the garage made him nervous. It had oversize, nubby, off-road tires, sounded souped up, and made him fear that they'd be needing its four-wheel drive capabilities before they reached the next town.

Reluctantly, he opened the rear door of the Bronco for Zack and waited while the boy and his backpack got in.

”I liked your other car,” Zack grumbled as he buckled up.

”Maybe it's cooler than you think,” she said cryptically. ”You'll see.”

Will hoped not. If they needed the Bronco's ”special powers,” they'd be in some sort of trouble again. Being on the run wasn't in his life's blueprint.

And he knew they wouldn't be switching cars if Samantha wasn't worried. The thought definitely made him anxious.

As he climbed into the front seat, he looked back at Zack. The kid's headphones were on, his baseball cap pulled low, that uninterested somewhere-else look in his eyes again. Will wondered if the boy's kidnappers had fallen for it. He had a feeling they'd probably underestimated this kid.

After what he'd overheard of Samantha's phone call with Zack's birth mother this morning, he was all the more curious about the kid. And Samantha. What role did she play in all this?

From what he could gather from the conversation, Ca.s.sie had hired Samantha to get Zack and had known somehow that the kidnappers had taken Zack to the rest home in Wolf Point. Lucas owned a company called Whiz Kidz and was in some sort of trouble that might involve his ex-wife Mercedes.

He was more confused than ever. But it sounded as if Samantha planned to meet Ca.s.sie in b.u.t.te and get some answers. He didn't trust Ca.s.sie and didn't think Samantha should, either. He didn't like the idea, but reminded himself it wasn't any of his business.

Samantha drove in silence, winding the Bronco down the narrow dirt to the stretch of straight blacktop that pointed west like an arrow. There was little traffic at this time of the morning. It felt as if they were the only people left on the planet.

Zack fell asleep only a few miles down the road. Will slipped the headphones from the boy's ears and tried to make him comfortable. Zack stirred awake just long enough to hug his backpack snugly, then dozed off again, his breathing rhythmic, his eyelids fluttering like b.u.t.terflies as he dreamed.

”There's something in his backpack,” Will whispered conspiratorially to Samantha.

She looked over at him in obvious surprise. ”What do you mean, 'something'?”

He shook his head, not wanting to let on that he'd listened in on her phone conversation. ”Something. Something he's real protective of. Haven't you noticed? He hasn't let that backpack out of his sight. He even sleeps with it.”

Her look said she'd noticed. She seemed to study Will, probably wondering why he should care. After today, he'd never see either of them again.

”Thanks. I'll take a look.”

For an instant, her gaze locked with his. The air inside the Bronco seemed to compact. Suddenly it felt too close, too confined, way too intimate. The engine throbbed. His heart rate felt in sync with its powerful beat.

Then she broke the connection, looked back to the highway.

He listened to the hum of the tires on the blacktop and watched the early cold morning rush by like wisps of fog. Slowly, he released his held breath. Next to him, he thought he heard her let out a similar sigh.

They pa.s.sed through one small sleeping community after another. Hinsdale. Saco. Sleeping Buffalo. By the time the sun had come up and filled the Bronco with some warmth, Zack was awake and complaining he was hungry, although he'd eaten two huge pieces of coffee cake, a large gla.s.s of milk and a banana before they'd left.

Samantha laughed as she slowed for the town squatting on the flat horizon: Malta, Montana. Home of the Mustangs, and the first town that looked as if it might be large enough to at least have a bus station.

”I'm hungry,” Zack groaned sleepily from the back seat.

”You must have a bottomless stomach or a hollow leg,” she joked. ”As soon as we drop Will off so he can get back to Wolf Point, I'll get you something to eat.”

”There's a place-” the boy cried. ”I'm real real hungry. I need a hamburger. And some fries. And a vanilla milk shake. No, make it chocolate.” hungry. I need a hamburger. And some fries. And a vanilla milk shake. No, make it chocolate.”

”Zack, it's eight in the morning!” she shot back.

”Go ahead and feed him first,” Will told her.

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