The Missing Twin
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Pamela Tracy
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The secret between them Angela Taylor knew her sister was in trouble. For anyone but a twin, her instincts would seem crazy, and her actions crazier. Picking up and moving herself and her daughter, Celia, to Scorpion Ridge and asking questions put them all at risk. Even more risky was trusting Jake Farraday, the handsome ex-cop turned forest ranger. Years in witness protection had taught Angela to trust no one. Yet with Abigail missing, Jake was her only hope, and she found herself wanting to share more of her past with him. And more of her future. But did Jake have his own motives for helping Angela?
Prologue
Ten years ago
JAKE FARRADAY WAS in no mood to deal with a methed-out kid on the three-oâclock bus.
But the guy had a gun.
Jake had not one but three weapons on his person. His backup gun was secure in an ankle holster. His baby, a 9 mm handgun, was safely tucked under his shirt and against his tailbone. A switchblade waited in his jacket pocket.
Jakeâs left hand circled the handle of his 9 mm but he didnât take it out, not even when the driver slumped over the steering wheel, sending the bus crashing into a light pole.
The screams were muted. The few who rose to move toward the aisle quickly fell back into their seats. No one went to see if the driver was all right.
In the aisle the methed-out kid pacedâlimp hair, wild eyes, pale skin, his face twitching and angry. It didnât get much worse than this. The kidâs hand shook as he aimed his gun at the ceiling, at the rubber matting under his feet and at any passenger who made a noise. A moment ago it had been aimed at the driver.
âMoney,â the kid said, his voice raspy and high-pitched at the same time. âI want more.â
Half the people on the bus had already handed over their cash, eager to get the kidâand his gunâaway from them. An elderly lady fainted, her purse fell to the floor and the man sitting next to her picked it up and handed over the whole thing.
Jake hadnât turned over a dime.
Even in his meth madness, the kid took one look at Jakeâdark skin, tattoos, low-slung, baggy jeans, black T-shirt, backward baseball cap, oversize hoody, scowlâand left him alone.
âMoney,â the kid screamed again.
There were two people besides Jake who hadnât surrendered their money. One was a stocky businessman who looked as if he had more money than sense. He was the one Jake worried about. No way did Jake want to blow a cover heâd taken six months to develop over a man who loved material goods more than his life.
The other holdout was a very young motherâshe couldnât have been older than twentyâwho clutched a silent toddler.
The methed-out kid looked at the businessman and then looked at the mom and kid.
Outside the bus a crowd was gathering. Any minute, cops who could actually do something would show up.
Jake prayed theyâd hurry.
The meth-head turned to the young mother. âYou got a purse? Hand it over.â
Jake couldnât tell from his spot at the very back of the bus if the woman, four seats ahead and down a step, had a purse or not. From the back all he could tell was that she had shoulder-length, choppy, brown hair, white skin and curves in all the right places. Amazingly she didnât flinch.
âI donât have a purse,â she said in a low voice. âOr any money.â The teen quickly looked at the businessman, who tensed, and then back at the young mother, who didnât move.
The little girl didnât move, either.
Outside, someone pounded on the side of the bus. The passengers flinched but no one called out.
The meth-head was running out of time and he knew it. He cursed before stepping even closer to the young mother. Glowering, he held out a hand.
It took all of Jakeâs power to stay seated. A good cop didnât bring unwanted attention to himself, didnât risk blowing a deep cover, unless there was no other choice.
When the young mother didnât move, the meth-head pounced, reaching past her and going for her daughter.
Children were the deal breaker. Jake stood, as did a clean-cut teenager who, after wisely turning over his money, had kept a low profile slouched against a window. Jake was probably the only person on the bus who realized the teen had been recording on his cell phone.
Before either one could take a step, the mother pulled a gun from somewhere inside her jacket, stood and aimed.
Jakeâs heart almost stopped. He started to reach for his firearm then paused.
She didnât so much as blink. Her body assumed a copâs front stance and she clearly had a solid grip on the gun.
Jake knew why the meth-head believed. Her high-hand grasp was steady while his wildly shook. The meth-head stood so close to her, she didnât really need to aim. Her trigger finger moved, just enough to show she meant business.
The meth-head took one step back, stumbled, fell and awkwardly hit the floor of the bus with a thud. His handâthe one with the gunâwas in the air and the businessman whoâd refused to give up his money quickly unarmed him.
Jake may have misjudged the man.
The woman gathered her daughter up in her arms. She stroked the girlâs hair and whispered in her ear. Jake hadnât seen her conceal her weapon, and he could only imagine what the little girl thought about all that had happened.
The busâs front door opened with a jarring racket; the cops had arrived. It was as if someone had thrown a switch. Suddenly everybody was moving and talking.
Jake slouched and pretended to be disinterested, hoping for a chance to exit the bus and fade into the distance. Curiosity warred against common sense and he hesitated. He wanted a closer look at the young mother who carried a gun and knew how to use it.
She didnât look like a cop.
Nah. Sheâd have had to identify herself before taking aim. Otherwise the paperwork and interviews would have been endless.
The passengers were starting to exit the bus at the copsâ commands. Jake could see her carrying her daughter down the bus steps, but there were too many people in the way and he couldnât get any closer.
An ambulance pulled up. An older man fell as he was getting off the bus. He didnât even make it to the groundâthe teenager whoâd almost butted in to help the mother caught him just in time.
People often said society was going to the dogs because of todayâs youth, but thanks to his cell phoneâs video camera, this teenager would be the copsâ best witness. Maybe the businessman and young mother would be, too.
Jake searched the perimeter for her.
Interesting.
She was even better than Jake at disappearing.
