When You Dare
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“The flash drive is my backup.” She pushed aside a box, and a broken dry-erase board.
Dare cursed low—and Molly said, “Found it!”
Amazed, he watched as she lifted the flash drive from a narrow space on the floor between her chair and the desk. She closed her fist around it and let out a long breath.
Sorting out his thoughts, Dare turned to scrutinize the rest of her bedroom. “Involving the police will hinder what I can find out.”
Now that she’d found her work, she seemed calmer. “Why?”
“Because I’d be their first suspect.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MOLLY STARED AT HIM, aghast. “What are you talking about? Why would anyone suspect you?”
“I’m the least-known person in this equation. And it’ll only make the police suspicious if they start digging into my history, because they won’t find much.”
“They won’t?”
“I’ve made a point to always cover my tracks.” The last thing he needed was a public profile. “It goes with the security of the job. But cops don’t like that. They see any concealment as a guilty verdict.”
Molly accepted that without question, but the authorities wouldn’t. And he didn’t want them sidetracked investigating him, instead of getting to the real instigators.
Dare put his hands on his hips and looked at her full-size bed. The bedding was displaced, her clothes dumped, but otherwise the room seemed okay. “Another problem is that the police have an uncanny knack for forewarning every real suspect. It’s the way they investigate.”
Molly pushed up from the floor. “What do you mean?” She stowed the memory device in her pocket and began picking up clothes.
“They’re upfront about everything. They have rules to follow, legal procedures to adhere to.” Someone might have gone through her things in an effort to discover her whereabouts. Had Bishop Alexander put someone up to that task? It seemed possible. “But I don’t.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“The easiest way to catch people is to take them off guard. Whoever kidnapped you is a pro with connections. If they were involved in this—” he looked at a dumped dresser drawer “—they wouldn’t leave behind evidence.”
“Since my door wasn’t locked, anyone could have come in.”
Dare considered that. “Where do you keep your keys?”
“In the kitchen on a utility cabinet. I always leave my purse in there, too.” She started that way and Dare followed. The kitchen wasn’t in as bad shape as the bedroom. Her purse had been dumped on the table, and two drawers were emptied of paper and pens.
Molly looked around but didn’t find the keys anywhere. “They’re gone.”
“Anyone else have keys to your place?”
“My sister, and the landlord.”
Dare opened a few cabinets that held food and dishes, and drawers filled with silverware, pot holders and dishcloths. They were undisturbed.
That told him a lot. “Whoever went through here was looking for something specific. He wasn’t just trashing the place.”
Frowning, Molly went back into the living room and looked around, and then back into her bedroom. Dare could tell she was studying the carnage, trying to make sense of it.
She stared at her desk, rearranged some of the displaced papers. After a minute, she said, “Whoever was here went through my printed notes, and he left my computer on.”
Dare frowned. “Put the drive in the computer and see if your work is okay.”
“I was working on my book before I went outside and got grabbed. That’s the last file I had opened up.”
Standing over her, he waited as Molly organized her desk, replacing the keyboard and the mouse. She hadn’t yet put the flash drive back in before the movement brought the sleeping monitor flickering back to life. Rather than Molly’s current manuscript showing, her iCal popped up.
“That’s my calendar.” She stared at the screen. “It’s one of the programs I use most often, but I hadn’t put anything new in there for a while.”
“You didn’t have it open?”
She shook her head. “Not for… I don’t know, a few days at least.”
So, whoever had broken in had been searching her appointments. “Someone found it.”
“Seems so.”
Reaching around her for the mouse, Dare minimized the calendar on the screen, and behind it they found an Evite—an emailed invitation—that Molly had added to her calendar. Dare straightened and put his hands on her shoulders.
As Molly read the reminder, her shoulders tensed. “I was supposed to attend a book signing yesterday.” She twisted to see Dare. “I don’t have a current book release, but this was a special occasion to honor a local bookseller who’s retiring.”
Dare had no idea what to say to her.
She turned back to the screen. “Thank God I wasn’t the only author scheduled to be there. But I can’t imagine what everyone thought when I just didn’t show up.”
“I can’t imagine what your intruder thought, because I’m betting he was at the signing, looking for you.”
She stiffened. “That’s why the last Evite was still up on the screen.”
He rubbed her shoulders. “Whoever was here was looking for a clue to your whereabouts, but he didn’t have anything else to go on.”
Dare cursed low—and Molly said, “Found it!”
Amazed, he watched as she lifted the flash drive from a narrow space on the floor between her chair and the desk. She closed her fist around it and let out a long breath.
Sorting out his thoughts, Dare turned to scrutinize the rest of her bedroom. “Involving the police will hinder what I can find out.”
Now that she’d found her work, she seemed calmer. “Why?”
“Because I’d be their first suspect.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MOLLY STARED AT HIM, aghast. “What are you talking about? Why would anyone suspect you?”
“I’m the least-known person in this equation. And it’ll only make the police suspicious if they start digging into my history, because they won’t find much.”
“They won’t?”
“I’ve made a point to always cover my tracks.” The last thing he needed was a public profile. “It goes with the security of the job. But cops don’t like that. They see any concealment as a guilty verdict.”
Molly accepted that without question, but the authorities wouldn’t. And he didn’t want them sidetracked investigating him, instead of getting to the real instigators.
Dare put his hands on his hips and looked at her full-size bed. The bedding was displaced, her clothes dumped, but otherwise the room seemed okay. “Another problem is that the police have an uncanny knack for forewarning every real suspect. It’s the way they investigate.”
Molly pushed up from the floor. “What do you mean?” She stowed the memory device in her pocket and began picking up clothes.
“They’re upfront about everything. They have rules to follow, legal procedures to adhere to.” Someone might have gone through her things in an effort to discover her whereabouts. Had Bishop Alexander put someone up to that task? It seemed possible. “But I don’t.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“The easiest way to catch people is to take them off guard. Whoever kidnapped you is a pro with connections. If they were involved in this—” he looked at a dumped dresser drawer “—they wouldn’t leave behind evidence.”
“Since my door wasn’t locked, anyone could have come in.”
Dare considered that. “Where do you keep your keys?”
“In the kitchen on a utility cabinet. I always leave my purse in there, too.” She started that way and Dare followed. The kitchen wasn’t in as bad shape as the bedroom. Her purse had been dumped on the table, and two drawers were emptied of paper and pens.
Molly looked around but didn’t find the keys anywhere. “They’re gone.”
“Anyone else have keys to your place?”
“My sister, and the landlord.”
Dare opened a few cabinets that held food and dishes, and drawers filled with silverware, pot holders and dishcloths. They were undisturbed.
That told him a lot. “Whoever went through here was looking for something specific. He wasn’t just trashing the place.”
Frowning, Molly went back into the living room and looked around, and then back into her bedroom. Dare could tell she was studying the carnage, trying to make sense of it.
She stared at her desk, rearranged some of the displaced papers. After a minute, she said, “Whoever was here went through my printed notes, and he left my computer on.”
Dare frowned. “Put the drive in the computer and see if your work is okay.”
“I was working on my book before I went outside and got grabbed. That’s the last file I had opened up.”
Standing over her, he waited as Molly organized her desk, replacing the keyboard and the mouse. She hadn’t yet put the flash drive back in before the movement brought the sleeping monitor flickering back to life. Rather than Molly’s current manuscript showing, her iCal popped up.
“That’s my calendar.” She stared at the screen. “It’s one of the programs I use most often, but I hadn’t put anything new in there for a while.”
“You didn’t have it open?”
She shook her head. “Not for… I don’t know, a few days at least.”
So, whoever had broken in had been searching her appointments. “Someone found it.”
“Seems so.”
Reaching around her for the mouse, Dare minimized the calendar on the screen, and behind it they found an Evite—an emailed invitation—that Molly had added to her calendar. Dare straightened and put his hands on her shoulders.
As Molly read the reminder, her shoulders tensed. “I was supposed to attend a book signing yesterday.” She twisted to see Dare. “I don’t have a current book release, but this was a special occasion to honor a local bookseller who’s retiring.”
Dare had no idea what to say to her.
She turned back to the screen. “Thank God I wasn’t the only author scheduled to be there. But I can’t imagine what everyone thought when I just didn’t show up.”
“I can’t imagine what your intruder thought, because I’m betting he was at the signing, looking for you.”
She stiffened. “That’s why the last Evite was still up on the screen.”
He rubbed her shoulders. “Whoever was here was looking for a clue to your whereabouts, but he didn’t have anything else to go on.”
