The Texas Ranger's Nanny
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Rebecca Winters
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Chapter One
“There is a storm warning in effect in the Denton area, where two tornadoes have been confirmed this morning. Those driving toward Denton are advised to take shelter beneath an overpass or to abandon their vehicles and find a ditch, if possible, until the storm pas—”
Unable to listen to any more, Texas Ranger Stephen Victorio Malone—better known as Vic—shut off the radio as he drove from his house to headquarters in downtown Austin Monday morning. Though the weather was in the mideighties and had been for the entire month, he broke out in a cold sweat after hearing the warning. He always listened to the news in the car, but any mention of a tornado triggered a response he doubted he would ever overcome.
Three years ago he’d lost his parents and his wife, Laura, in a tornado near his hometown of Blanco, Texas. His initial grief might have passed, but the pain of losing three people he loved at once would stay with him to the end of his life. If it hadn’t been for his four-year-old son, Jeremy, who wasn’t with the family at the time, he didn’t know if he would have survived it.
Austin didn’t usually get the tornadoes that other parts of the state experienced. For the first three months after the tragedy, Vic had stayed in Blanco while he put up both his house and his parents’ home for sale. During that period, his sister-in-law, Carol, and her husband, Dennis, had helped take care of Jeremy while Vic commuted to work in Austin. Carol and Dennis had two children: Sarah, who was eight, and five-year-old Randy. Randy and Jeremy had become close buddies.
Vic hadn’t been prepared for the pushback he got from Jeremy when he told him they were moving to the suburbs of Austin to be closer to his work. But as much as it pained him to tear his son away from his cousin and new best friend, Vic had to get on with his life. And so did Jeremy. Austin represented a new beginning for the two of them. He couldn’t continue to depend on Laura’s sister to be a mother to his son.
The first thing Vic did when they moved was hire a professional cleaning service to clean his new house. That part was easy. The hard part was finding the right nanny for his son. Through an agency he’d found a woman in her early fifties who was a good fit. But after two years she moved to Dallas to be near her older sister. Then Claire Ames, a college student finishing up a master’s degree at the University of Texas, came into their lives.
Out of the four women Vic interviewed for the position, Claire was the one Jeremy liked the most. Although he felt a little awkward about it, Vic asked her outright if she was in a relationship with anyone that might interfere with her taking care of his son. Claire assured him there hadn’t been anyone since she broke up with her last boyfriend because he didn’t like being put off when she had to study. Her explanation convinced Vic to take a chance on her.
Since then everything had been great, but now Vic was faced with the possibility he might lose Claire, as she had just graduated from her master’s chemistry program. He and Jeremy had gone to the ceremony on Friday. Claire let Jeremy keep her tassel, which he’d proudly hung from a knob on the chest of drawers in his room.
Now Claire was looking for a full-time position as a chemist. Once she found a job in her field, she’d be leaving them.
Though Jeremy had known that Claire wouldn’t always be his nanny, the fact failed to register with his boy. When it came time for her to leave, his son would have a terrible time letting her go. Over the past nine months they’d forged a strong bond. Jeremy was crazy about Claire, who had brought laughter and fun back into the house. Vic couldn’t bear the thought of another loss bringing more pain to his son.
Vic’s buddies at headquarters knew of his dilemma and encouraged him to pay Claire more money. Maybe she could be bribed into staying another year before leaving to work for some company who knows where. His fear was that she’d be leaving the state. He’d grown used to her presence and couldn’t imagine her living so far away. And Jeremy would have a real problem accepting that he might never see her again.
Vic had substantial savings in the bank from the sale of both homes and his income as a Ranger. And his house in Austin came with enough property to keep his horses there. Money wasn’t a problem, and the idea of offering Claire a substantial raise was tempting.
If she didn’t get the right job offer soon, he’d discuss with her the option of accepting a raise in her salary to keep her with them a little longer. But to be truthful, the reason he was having such a hard time letting her go wasn’t only because of Jeremy. Claire had a fun-loving nature that he liked to be around. They shared the same sense of humor, and she was very respectful of his privacy, which made him feel relaxed around her. You couldn’t bottle her positive attributes any more than you could bottle the coppery red-gold color of her hair. That’s why he knew he could never replace her.
Selfishly, Vic hoped a great job offer wouldn’t come along for at least another year—let alone another man. When he’d hired Claire, she’d told him she didn’t have a boyfriend, and as far as he knew, that was still the case. But knowing how hard she’d worked to earn her graduate degree and make a place for herself in the world, made him feel like a terrible person for wanting to hold her back.
* * *
AFTER THE HOUSE cleaners left, Claire drove the three blocks to Pinehurst Elementary School to pick up little dark-haired Jeremy. The bell rang at three fifteen, but she always got there early because she didn’t want Jeremy to worry. He was usually the first of the kids to run out of the second grade pod. The moment he saw her four-year-old red Honda Civic, he would wave and practically fly to reach the car.
Through school programs and class parties, she’d become acquainted with a lot of the moms who were picking up their kids. She waved to them. They were lined up in their cars all the way down the street. Claire couldn’t imagine loving a child of her own more than she loved Jeremy Malone.
With Vic’s help she’d learned how to ride a horse. The three of them rode on his property when he was able to get home early from work. Vic’s black gelding was named Midnight. Claire rode Marshmallow, the bay Vic’s wife once rode. Jeremy had his own pony, Comet. At seven, he was already quite a horseman. He was the cutest, funniest boy she’d ever met, and he had an amazing imagination.
One day quite recently Jeremy told her he was part Apache. She thought he’d made it up because he loved stories about the frontier days. When she told Vic what his son had confided, Vic had let go with a burst of rich laughter. The tough-looking Texas Ranger had another side to him his son brought out. When the man smiled, her insides melted.
His jet black eyes zeroed in on her. “For once that wasn’t his imagination, Claire. We have Lipan Apache blood flowing through us. Not a large amount. You know that photograph on the wall in my den?”
“If you mean the one of the Sons of the Forty Texas Rangers surrounding Jack Hayes, Jeremy showed it to me.”
“Two of the men were deputized Lipan Apaches fighting for Texas at Bandera Pass in 1842, and one of them is our ancestor through the Malone line. I have a second cousin named Clint who works on the police force. He has a smattering of Apache blood like me and lives in Luckenbach with his wife, Sandra, and family. I occasionally take Jeremy to visit them. We ride and do a little washer pitching.”
“Washer pitching?”
“It’s like playing a game of horseshoes, Texas style. We’ll drive there with the horses when Jeremy’s school lets out. After a ride you can try your hand at it.”
The explanation fascinated Claire. “I had no idea. From now on I’ll try to believe everything your Mini Me tells me.”
Vic lifted one black brow. “Try has to be the operative word. We could get into a whole lot of trouble if we believed all his tales.”
While Claire sat in her car waiting for Jeremy, she couldn’t help smiling. That had been the day she forgot she was a nanny. A fluttering had started up in her chest as she sat across the table from Vic, looking at her tall, hard-muscled, thirty-year-old employer. The fluttering had never gone away, but she’d keep it a secret if it killed her. Were he to know how attracted she was to him, he’d fire her on the spot. She’d been hired to take care of his son, not fixate on Jeremy’s gorgeous father.
As soon as the bell rang, the doors to the school burst open and children started running out. She was surprised when she didn’t see Jeremy right away. Maybe his teacher, Mrs. Rigby, needed to talk to him about something. Claire waited a few minutes before she started to wonder if something could be wrong.
Deciding she’d better check on him, she got out of her car and hurried across the playground to the door leading into the second grade pod. When she peeked inside the classroom, she saw the teacher sitting alone at her desk. No Jeremy. Claire’s heart started to thud.
“Mrs. Rigby?”
The older woman lifted her head. “Hi, Claire. If you’re looking for Jeremy, he left the second the bell rang.”
“But he didn’t come out the doors.”
“Did you check the office? Maybe he’s there for some reason.”
“I’ll do that.”
Claire practically ran down the hall to the main office, but there was no sign of Jeremy. “Have you seen Jeremy Malone since the bell rang?” she asked the secretary. “He’s in second grade. Kind of tallish for his age with dark hair and brown eyes?”
“I know who he is, but no, he hasn’t been in here.”
“Would you call him to the office for me?”
“Sure. I’ll do it right now.”
The secretary got on the PA system and asked Jeremy Malone to report to the front office. She repeated the request three times. When Jeremy still didn’t show up, fear for his well-being cramped Claire’s stomach. Where could he be?
“Will you call the security guard and give him a description? Jeremy wore a blue-and-green plaid shirt and jeans today and he has a blue backpack. And can you ask the guard to check with the crossing guards, and look in all the bathrooms, the library, the gym and anywhere else Jeremy might possibly be? I’m worried about him.”
While the secretary contacted security, the principal came out of her office. “Is there a problem?”
Claire nodded. “I can’t find Jeremy Malone. He didn’t come out to the car. I’m going to phone his father and let him know what’s happened.”
“Maybe you should wait until we’ve confirmed he hasn’t gone home with a friend,” the principal suggested.
“No, I have to call him. Jeremy could be in danger.”
She’d been around Vic long enough to know that when a person went missing, the first twelve hours were crucial in finding them alive. “Jeremy wouldn’t go home with a friend without getting my permission first. We have strict rules about that.” Sick to her stomach by now, Claire pulled out her phone and called Vic.
He answered after three rings. “Hi, Claire. What’s up?”
“I’m worried about Jeremy.”
“What’s wrong?” Tension crept into Vic’s deep voice.
“I’m here at the school to pick him up, but he never came out. I got here ten minutes before the bell like I always do, but there’s been no sign of him. I’ve checked with his teacher and with the office. They’ve called his name over the intercom, but he hasn’t shown up. The security guard just walked in the door. He’s been looking everywhere for him but he’s shaking his head.”
“I’ll be right there. You drive home. Maybe a friend’s mother dropped him off. Call the list of parents we keep by the phone.”
“Okay, I will.” She hung up and told the principal she was going home to see if Jeremy was there. “Ranger Malone is on his way here.”
“Let’s hope Jeremy made his way home and is waiting for you.”
If he did that, then he’d have left the school through another entrance. Claire hurried out of the building to the car. As she drove to the house, she called out to any kids she could see who were walking home from school. No one had seen Jeremy. Adrenaline caused her heart to pound so hard it was painful.
If anything had happened to Vic’s son...
She shouldn’t go there, but she couldn’t help it. Three years ago Vic had lived through the nightmare of losing his wife and his parents. For him to have to go through his only child’s disappearance seemed unimaginably cruel. But her gut told her something bad had happened to Jeremy.
Vic’s job as a Texas Ranger made him a target for felons he’d put in prison who were out for revenge. His line of work was terribly dangerous. In fact, when he’d hired Claire, he’d warned her she would have to be extra careful at all times, for her own safety, as well as for Jeremy’s.
Jeremy was a very obedient kid. He worshipped his father and told Claire he wanted to be a Texas Ranger like his dad when he grew up. Because of his lively imagination, Jeremy had a spy kit he kept adding to. He’d also come up with a secret password for them to use if either one of them was ever in trouble. Wolverine. It was the name of his favorite action figure.
If someone tried to call him on the phone and pretended to be Claire, they had to give him the password. The same held true if someone pretending to be Jeremy called her. The two of them laughed about it when Jeremy came up with the plan, but she wasn’t laughing now. If that dear boy wasn’t found soon...
Too many negative thoughts ran through her mind as she called the last name on the list of Jeremy’s friends. Her heart sank to learn that his friend Nate had been home from school all day with a cold and had no idea where Jeremy could be.
* * *
VIC RACED TO his boss’s office. “Captain?”
TJ Horton raised his gray head. “What is it, Vic? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“My son is missing. I don’t have a good feeling about this, and I’m headed over to Pinehurst Elementary on Wilson Drive right now. I’m going to treat it as a crime scene and I’ll need backup to meet me there. Put a surveillance crew on my house. Claire could be in danger as we speak.”
The head of the Rangers nodded. “Kit’s in the building. I’ll send him over there, too, and I’ll tell Dino and Carlos to keep an eye on your nanny.”
“Thanks.”
Vic rushed out to his gray Chevy Tahoe in the parking area. On his way to the school, Claire phoned to tell him she was at the house, but Jeremy wasn’t there. She’d called the mothers of all the kids he played with, but no one had seen or heard from him.
“Thanks. You stay put, Claire. I’ll be in touch soon. Just so you know, we’re putting some men outside the house to guard you. They’ll be in a surveillance van, so don’t be worried when you see an unfamiliar vehicle near the house.”
“I won’t.”
Vic’s cold sweat had seeped through his clothes by the time he reached the school. He ran into the main office, where he found the principal telling some other teachers about Jeremy. She turned to him. “Ranger Malone, we’re devastated this has happened.”
“Me, too. I need a list of all personnel working inside and outside the building with addresses and phone numbers.”
“Here’s a copy for you,” the secretary said and handed the sheet to him.
“Thank you.” He turned to the principal again. “Who was on recess duty today? I need to know if there were any strangers on the playground or maintenance workers from the school district.”
“I’ll get all that information for you right now.”
Mrs. Rigby walked over to him. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“It’s not your fault. I just want to know if Jeremy was acting any different than usual today.”
“No. He’s a good student and always well behaved. They were finishing their math when the bell rang. He’s almost always the first one out of his desk, and today was no exception. That’s all I can tell you.”
“Did you have any visitors in your class? Anything different from the normal routine?”
“No. Nothing.”
“When he first got to school this morning, he didn’t seem upset? It didn’t seem as if there could be anything bothering him?”
“No. Today was a very normal day from beginning to end.”
Vic sucked in his breath. “Okay. Thank you.” He saw his close friend Kit out of the corner of his eye. The other Ranger made a beeline for him. “The crew is already setting up a place in the classroom next door to fingerprint everyone working in the building.”
As they spoke, he could hear the principal over the loudspeaker asking all the teachers and staff to come to the office for a police matter.
“Glad you’re here, Kit. Claire’s phoned all the parents of Jeremy’s friends. No one has seen him. Let’s scour the second grade pod area first. He was in his seat right up until the bell rang. Whatever happened took place immediately after dismissal.”
Directly outside the classroom was a cloakroom where the kids kept their coats and backpacks on hooks and a shelf that ran the length of the wall. With the exception of a Windbreaker on one of the hooks and a baseball cap with a Texas Longhorns logo, neither of which belonged to Jeremy, the cloakroom was empty.
Vic shook his head. “Jeremy wouldn’t have come in here after school since he keeps his backpack with him.”
From the hallway outside the cloakroom there was a short walk past other classrooms to get to the main hallway. At that point, you could either go left to the office or right to an exit that led to the playground area. En route to the exit, they passed a door that said Custodial Staff.
Vic glanced at Kit. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yup. It’s a perfect place to hide or nab a kid walking down the hall.”
Vic pulled a pair of plastic gloves from his back pocket and put them on before turning the knob. The door was locked. “I’ll call the office to send someone down to open it.”
Kit said, “I’ll go outside the building to see where it leads. Be right back.”
In a minute a custodian who looked to be in his fifties showed up. “I’m Oscar Fyans, the head custodian. How can I help?”
Vic asked him how many custodians worked at the school.
“There are three of us.”
“Do you all have your own areas that you’re responsible for?”
“Yes. I have the second floor.”
“Who’s in charge of the first floor?”
“Reba Cowan covers the auditorium, library, the gym, the cafeteria and the grounds. Leroy Bennett covers the first-floor classrooms and bathrooms, but he called in sick this morning, so Reba and I are covering for him.”
“How many years have you worked here?”
“Fifteen.”
“What about Mrs. Cowan?”
“She’s going on thirteen years.”
“And Leroy Bennett?”
“He’s only been here a couple of months.” For some reason that sent up a red flag. “The other custodian retired.”
“I see. Have you been in this closet at any time today?”
“No, sir.”
“Where’s Mrs. Cowan right now?”
“She’s in the office with the rest of the staff.”
“Will you get her on the phone so I can speak to her?”
“Yes, sir.”
Oscar punched in some numbers and after getting Reba on the line, he passed the phone to Vic. “Mrs. Cowan? This is Ranger Malone. As you know, my son Jeremy has been missing since school let out. Have you been over in the second grade pod or the main hallway at any time since school started today?”
“No. I heard Leroy called in sick, so I was going to get to that area after I finished my regular rounds.”
“Thank you.” He handed the phone back to Oscar. “Is it the rule to keep these storage closets locked?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So if Leroy didn’t show up today, then to your knowledge this closet hasn’t been opened since it was locked last evening.”
“That’s right. Leroy would have ensured it was locked before leaving the school.”
“Will you please put on this glove and unlock the door for me?” Vic pulled another glove from his pocket.
After the custodian put it on, he pulled up his chain of keys from his belt and found the right key. When it clicked, Vic turned the knob and opened the door. He discovered a person could lock the door from the inside.
“Take your time looking around in here, Mr. Fyans. Do you see anything missing?”
The man scratched his head. “Yeah. There should be the big garbage can set on wheels that we roll to the classrooms, but it’s not here.”
“That’s all I need to know. Thank you. Please go to the office and get fingerprinted. I’ll take your glove.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kit rejoined him and Vic told him about the missing garbage can. “You didn’t by any chance see a garbage can with wheels while you were outside, did you?”
Kit shook his head. “But there are a couple of maintenance vehicles parked right outside on the playground. I talked to two men who were doing some repair work on the roof. If Jeremy was taken out this exit, another vehicle could have been waiting there for him and no one would have questioned it. I checked for tire marks on the asphalt outside the door and didn’t see any. I’ve put in a call to the school district to find out if a truck is missing.”
“Good. Let’s search this closet thoroughly.”
Kit pulled on his own pair of gloves and started dusting for prints.
* * *
“ARE YOU THINKING there could be some connection to the big arrest you made three months ago?”
Vic grimaced because Kit had been reading his mind. Two months ago Vic had been appointed to the NIGC known as the Indian Gaming Working Group because of that arrest. The group consisted of representatives in the economic crimes unit of graft and corruption. Their work was to identify resources to address the most pressing criminal violations in the area of Indian illegal gambling interests.
After tracking down violations from one of the Indian casinos near Luckenbach, Vic had arrested lobbyist Edgar “Lefty” Quarls for committing conspiracy, fraud and tax evasion. He and his slippery gang of thugs had grossly overbilled their clients and secretly split the multimillion-dollar profits. In one case they orchestrated lobbying against their own clients in order to force them to pay for lobbying services.
At the last report, the tribes were being bilked out of $85 million, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. As one of the key people spearheading the scandal and then being appointed to the NIGC, Vic had no doubts Jeremy had been kidnapped as a personal warning to him to lay off.
This wasn’t the case of someone wanting a ransom. Vic didn’t have that kind of money. Like Kit, the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced this had to do with his new assignment to the gaming group dedicated to making more arrests.
To take Vic’s child from the school in broad daylight smacked of revenge in its most evil form. Lefty had to be involved with someone very high up politically who knew the particulars about Vic’s life and hated him enough to hire someone to help pull this off. Why not bribe a janitor?
At the thought of anyone harming Jeremy, searing pain reached his gut, almost cutting off his breathing.
“Your son is tough. We’re going to find him, Vic.”
He nodded and brushed the tears from his eyes with his shirtsleeve. They checked every inch of the closet for clues that Jeremy had been held there. As far as Vic could tell, there was no sign of a struggle.
After they’d taken half a dozen fingerprints and put them in bags to send to forensics, Vic looked at the yellow bucket wringer in the corner. He walked over and lifted the mop. In the bottom of the bucket he saw a round two-inch button.
He leaned over and picked it up. The second he saw the picture, his heart leaped. “This looks like one of the action hero magnets Jeremy got for Christmas!”
“If that’s his, he’s left you a clue, Vic. He’s not your son for nothing.”
“Dear Lord, I hope that’s true. It means he was dragged in here and able to get it out of his pocket or backpack before he was taken away.” Vic slid the magnet into another baggie.
Kit said, “You drive to the lab quick while I round up the crew. We’ll meet you at headquarters. Do you have Jeremy’s prints on file?”
“Yes. Last year he wanted to know what it was like when we made an arrest, so I had him fingerprinted at the office to experience the process. I made a copy for him to take home, but his prints are on my computer.”
“Then before long you should know if you have a match.”
Vic made sure the closet was locked and then hurried outside to his car while Kit took off in the other direction. On the drive to headquarters, he phoned Claire.
“Any news?” she cried. Her question meant his precious son hadn’t come home. His heart almost failed him, but he had to focus. Every minute Jeremy was gone, the chances of getting him back alive diminished.
“Claire? Do me a favor? Check on those little two-inch magnets he has in his room with the action figures on them.” This was a long shot, but it was imperative he investigate every possible lead. “I think there were eight of them. Let me know if any are missing.”
“Just a second. He usually keeps them in the top drawer of his desk.”
Thank heaven she knew his son so well. Every second while he waited, visions of what could be happening to Jeremy passed through his mind, torturing him.
“Vic? I found six.”
“Do you know which two are missing?”
“Yes. His favorites—Wolverine and Sabretooth. Why do you ask?”
He looked at the face of the magnet through the baggie. “Because I’m holding Wolverine in my hand. I believe he left me a clue in the janitor’s closet outside his classroom. I found it in the bottom of the bucket.”
“Oh Vic—I know he did.”
The conviction in her voice sent chills through him. “How do you know?”
“Did I ever tell you about the password your son thought up while we were playing spy one day?”
Vic drew in a deep breath. “No. What password?”
In the next minute she explained about their secret code. “He knew exactly what he was doing when he left Wolverine there for you to find. That clever boy. I love him so much. I know you’re going to find him,” she said with tears in her voice. “I just know it!”
She was a marvel. More than anything on earth he wanted to believe her. He couldn’t lose Jeremy. The thought was unfathomable. “You’ve given me hope, Claire. Thank you. I’m at headquarters now. I’ll call you later.”
He hung up and, after haphazardly parking his vehicle, hurried through the building to the forensics lab. To Vic’s relief the head lab technician was still there. “Stan?”
Before Vic said anything else, the other man rushed over to him with a concerned look on his face. “I heard about your son. What can I do to help?”
His compassion was touching. “We’ve got more fingerprint samples coming from the staff at the school, but I’d like to find out if Jeremy’s fingerprints are on this.” He handed him the bag with the magnet. “We found it in the janitor’s closet outside Jeremy’s classroom. I’ll go upstairs and send my son’s set of fingerprints to you right now.”
“I’ll get on it immediately.”
Vic raced up the stairs two at a time. Little did he dream that one day those fingerprints he’d taken to satisfy his son’s curiosity would be needed.
It didn’t take him long to get on his computer and send the vital information to the lab from his personal file. When Vic went back down, he found Kit had arrived with the other bags. “I’ve got Leroy Bennett’s address. When you’re ready, I’ll drive over to his place with you and we’ll find out if he was really sick today.”
Vic’s teeth ground together. “Yup. Someone had a key to that closet who shouldn’t have.”
They moved over to the table where Stan was working. He had images of Jeremy’s fingerprints up on the screen in front of him. He studied the print that had been taken off the magnet with his magnifying loop. Finally he turned to Vic. “They’re a match.”
Until Stan gave him the verdict, Vic didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath. Kit clamped his hand on Vic’s shoulder. “Okay. Now we know where we’re going with this.”
He nodded. “Let’s head upstairs and run Leroy Bennett’s name through the IAFIS database. If he has a criminal record, we’ll find out. Thanks, Stan.”
“We’ll do whatever we can down here to help.”
Vic hurried back upstairs to his office and typed in Bennett’s name on the computer in case he had a police record. Kit stood next to him while they waited to see if anything came up.
“Here we go,” Vic muttered.
William Leroy Bennett, 39, Austin, Texas
Six feet
180 pounds
Green eye tattoo above inner wrist of left arm
Two snake tattoos on his chest
A half-moon shaped scar on side of his chin
Dark blond hair short cropped
Arrested in a park in Austin, Texas. He and several other individuals had a confrontation with another group of males. Both sides made derogatory comments. The altercation resulted in a fistfight. Bennett delivered the punch that knocked the victim unconscious. He eventually died. Bennett was determined to suffer from PTSD after a tour of duty in Iraq. After serving two months in prison on a charge of involuntary manslaughter, the charge was dropped and he was released.
Kit frowned. “Look at the date.”
“It’s close to the date when I made that arrest. He’s only been out of prison three months. No arrests since then, but it’s too light a sentence,” Vic muttered. “The district isn’t allowed to hire anyone who’s had a prison record, but since the charge was dropped, I guess the rule didn’t apply.”
“The information on Leroy’s school file says he started working for the district a week after his release from prison. Someone higher up had the power to pull strings like that,” Kit theorized. “I’ll get the full police report on the other men involved in the assault. Maybe the ones causing the confrontation with Leroy work for someone who gives them orders when they want a hit made.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.” Vic got to his feet. “Before the night is over I want to talk to the person at the district who hired him, and find out who put the pressure on him or her. It’s time to pay Leroy a visit to find out just how sick he is. Let’s go in my car.”
“I’ll call headquarters right now to get that process started.”
It was ten to six when they left the building and drove to the Walnut Creek area known as a hot spot for a large number of auto thefts and larceny. Bennett lived in an older three-story apartment building, in unit 22. Vic parked the car and they entered the main foyer. Several tenants had to have been just getting back from work. They were checking their mailboxes, which were located inside the building.
Vic followed the arrow to Bennett’s apartment on the main floor. He knocked on the door. No answer. He tried it again.
Kit grimaced. “We need a warrant.”
“Barring that, let’s check with that woman across the hall.” Vic walked over to the woman who held a sack of groceries in one arm and was in the middle of opening her door. She looked to be in her twenties.
“Ma’am? Can we speak to you for a minute?” He pulled out his ID. “I’m Ranger Malone. This is Ranger Saunders.”
She eyed them suspiciously. “What do you want?”
“Can you tell us about the man living in apartment 22? He doesn’t seem to be home at the moment.”
“I try to avoid him. He’s been bugging me to go out with him since I moved in here two months ago. He bragged about being in Iraq.”
“Does he ever have friends over?”
“Not that I’ve noticed.” She hunched her shoulders. “He’s weird, wanting to show me all his tattoos, you know? I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in some kind of trouble.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“This morning. His parking stall is in the rear near mine. I saw him loading up the back of his truck. I asked him if he was moving out. He just nodded and drove off. I’m glad he’s gone and good riddance.”
Vic felt as if he’d been stabbed. His only lead already had a ten-hour advantage on him. “Can you describe the truck for us?”
“I don’t know models. It was blue and looked old with a bunch of dents.”
“Four doors? Two doors?”
“Two doors I think.”
“What time was that?”
“Quarter after eight. I have to be to work at eight thirty.”
“Thank you for your time.”
“Sure.”
With that news, the two of them rushed out of the building to Vic’s car. “I’ll call in for a license plate number. Once it’s found I’ll ask TJ to send out an Amber Alert. I wouldn’t doubt if Leroy was paid off to do his part in the kidnapping, and now he’s headed for the border.”
Kit nodded. “He must have driven to the school right before the bell and put Jeremy in the garbage bin. All he had to do was put it in the truck parked outside the door and take off with no one being the wiser.”
Bile started to rise in Vic’s throat. “We’ve got to find him.” He put in a call to the captain. The blood pounded in his temples. Someone had used Leroy to carry out the kidnapping. He could be anywhere in the state by now. If he slipped over the border, it could take a long time to track him down.
When he got off the phone with the captain, Kit looked at him. “As soon as you drop me off at headquarters, I’ll ask the boss to get us a warrant to search Leroy’s apartment and take a look at his bank and cell phone records.
“Good. Pray we’ll come across something that could give us answers. Whoever in Human Resources hired him was taking orders from higher up. I’m hoping we’ll catch a break here.”
“After we make the search I’ll get on the phone and help you talk to the other teachers and school staff who might be able to give us more information about Leroy.”
“Claire will help us. We’ll call everyone from home with the list the secretary gave me. Someone has to know about his private life and the people he hung out with. I’ll call to let her know I’ll be home soon.” Vic held the steering wheel tighter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Kit. Someone has my son—”
“We’re going to find him, Vic.”
