Santa in a Stetson (3 page)

“My dad can squeeze hard.”

“That's one of the great things about having a father. It still makes me cry to think how many years I lived without my parents.” Kathryn's throat swelled with emotion. “I love mine so much, you can't imagine. My dad's incredible.”

“So's mine. That's why—” She suddenly stopped talking and tears gushed from her eyes.

Unable to stay seated after realizing how upset the teen was, Kathryn stood up and clasped Allie's free hand. “The longer I live, the more I realize that none of us is exempt from pain.” She handed her more tissue. “How long have you been sick, Allie?”

“I've had a cold all week. After I left the bus station I started to look for a taxi, but then this man on a bike grabbed my purse and rode away. It had all my money in it. That's when I got dizzy and fell down. Then another man walked by. He saw me and called the police. I begged him not to because then Dad would find out.”

She grabbed hold of Kathryn's arm, staring at her with imploring eyes. “Dad doesn't know I came here. He thought I was at a sleepover. I planned to be back home by tomorrow so he would never find out. He
can't
find out!”

“Why not?”

“If he knew the reason, it would hurt him too much.”

Oh, darling girl…

Not two seconds after Colt parked in front of the Wagners' house, their car pulled into the driveway. Reed was with his wife. No one else was in the car.

Colt got out and walked over to them. Wendie rushed toward him. “It's good to see you.” She gave him a hug and said hello to Matt, who'd trailed him.

“Hey, Colt.” Reed broke out in a broad smile. “To what do we owe this honor?”

“Matt and I just got out of a movie and thought we'd come by to see how the sleepover's going before we drive home. Allie had a bad cold when she left for school. I almost didn't let her go and wanted to see if it was worse.”

Both of them looked surprised. “What sleepover?” Wendie asked.

The question was like a punch to the gut. “Obviously there wasn't one. I thought something was wrong when I saw Michelle and Carrie at the movie. Did Allie come home with Jen after school?”

“No. I picked her up and took her to the orthodontist. Tonight she's been tending Chelsey and David so we could go to a wedding.”

An icy sensation crept through Colt's veins.

“You haven't seen her since she left for school this morning?” she asked.

“No.”

Matt shot him a worried glance.

“Come into the house,” Reed urged. “We'll find out from Jen where she is.”

The four of them went inside. Reed called to his blonde daughter, who came into the living room dressed in army fatigue pajamas. The second she saw Colt, she froze.

“Hi, Mr. Brenner.” She didn't look in the least happy to see him. It was very unlike her.

“Pumpkin?” her father inserted. “Do you know where Allie is? She didn't come home from school today.”

Jen averted her eyes so fast that it reminded Colt of his daughter when she'd told him her cold wasn't a big deal and she didn't want to talk about it.

Wendie put an arm around her. “If you have an idea where she is, tell Colt so we won't have to phone everyone we know. It's late. We'd hate to have to disturb people who might be in bed by now.”

Jen kept her head bowed. “She made me promise not to tell.”

“Tell what?” Colt asked, trying to remain calm.

“Yesterday she told me she wouldn't be at school today. She said she'd be back the next day and asked me to do her a favor, so I did.”

“What favor?”

“When our homeroom teacher took roll this morning, I—I told her Allie was in the restroom and would
come in with a late pass,” she stammered. “That's why the school didn't call you.”

“Jennifer Wagner!” Reed exploded.

“I know that was wrong, Dad. I'm sorry, Mr. Brenner. Allie said that in case you called here, I should get Chelsey to tell you all the girls had gone to a movie. But Allie was positive you wouldn't phone.” Her voice wobbled, producing another moan from her parents.

Colt's body shuddered in reaction. “You have no idea where she went?”

“No. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have agreed to help her.” She started crying.

“It's not your fault, Jen. My daughter put you in an impossible position. For that
I'm
sorry.”

Matt's stricken expression set off another alarm bell. “Maybe you should call the Greyhound bus depot and find out if she got on a bus this morning.”

For his son to tell him that… “What do
you
know about this?”

His gaze didn't flinch. “Nothing, but last week when Rich and I went to the Bozeman Bowl after school, I thought I saw her going in the bus depot. Rich said I was just seeing things because a lot of girls wore North Face parkas. That night I asked her about it. She said she hadn't been downtown, but she got mad about it. I thought that was kind of weird for her to be upset about a simple question.”

Colt whipped out his phone to call information. The minute he was connected to the depot, he told the person who answered to put him on with the manager. “This is an emergency.”

“Just a moment, sir.”

He felt as if someone had just sucked all the air out of his lungs.

“This is Mr. Padakis, the manager. How can I help you, Mr. Brenner?”

“My daughter's been missing since seven this morning. I thought she went to school, but I now believe she may have taken a bus today, probably this morning. Her name is Allison Brenner. She's fifteen. Before I call the police, can you find out if she purchased a ticket? Any information you can give me would be helpful.”

“I'm sorry to hear this. Give me a moment. I'm looking in the system now. Yes, here she is. A. Brenner, Circle B Ranch. She bought a round-trip ticket to Salt Lake City.”

Salt Lake?
Allie didn't know anyone there. They had no family there.

“The bus left at 7:40 a.m. She's due back tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.”

He gripped the phone tighter. “What time does that bus start back to Bozeman?”

“Let's see. 8:30 a.m.”

That made it an eight-and-a-half hour trip. He checked his watch. She would have arrived in Salt Lake by four today. It gave her fifteen, sixteen hours to do whatever she planned to do in that amount of time. The stone in Colt's throat made it nearly impossible to talk.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Padakis.”

“I hope everything's all right.”

“So do I,” he whispered in shock and hung up. In the next breath he reached blindly for Matt and hugged him hard. “You weren't wrong. She went to Salt Lake on a bus this morning.”

Matt's head flew back. “You're kidding.”

“I wish I were, but that gives the police something to go on.”

A dozen questions filled Colt's mind.

The Wagners looked pained. “What can we do to help?” Wendie asked.

“Thanks for offering, but this is a matter for the police. I want them to find out how many other passengers on that bus were headed for Salt Lake. Maybe she has a boyfriend who talked her into going.”

“No.” Jen shook her head. “She would have told me.”

“I thought she told me everything, too, Jen.” Colt's features turned grim. “The fact that none of us, including her own twin, knew her agenda, let alone that she asked you to lie for her, tells me my daughter has some deep-seated problems. Come on, Matt. Let's go home. I'll phone the police on the way.”

The Wagners walked them out to the truck. Colt gave Jen a hug before he drove off with Matt and made the call. He didn't hang up with the chief detective until they'd reached the ranch.

As he shut off the motor Matt turned to him. “Are they going to look for her?”

Colt nodded. “They'll make inquiries, but he told me not to be too worried since she bought a round-trip ticket. The Salt Lake police will be at the bus depot in the morning when she shows up, so he told me it would be a waste of my time to fly there.”

“But we're going to go anyway, right?”

He'd never loved his son more than at this moment.
“Right.” They walked around back and entered the house. “We'll have to leave for the airport at five. That's not very far away. I'll wake you in time.”

“I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep.”

“Try. We're going to need all our energy tomorrow.”

Matt paused at the foot of the stairs. “Your birthday's a week after Thanksgiving. Maybe she went to Salt Lake to get you a special present.”

He rubbed the knot in the back of his neck. “Don't I wish that were the reason.”

Matt's expression closed up. “Why do you think she went?”

Since Mr. Padakis had first mentioned Salt Lake, Colt didn't want to admit—let alone put a voice to—an uncomfortable thought working its way through his psyche. “I don't know, Matt.”

And because he didn't know, he wasn't about to speculate about something that could destroy the world he'd created for his children. He'd always believed he'd raised them in a happy emotional environment.

But if Allie's disappearance, even for a forty-eight-hour period, had anything to do with what he was thinking, then it meant he'd built his house on sand and it was too late to hold back the dreaded flood.

Matt started up the stairs. Colt watched him go. There'd be no sleep for either of them tonight.

He wandered into the living room, gravitating to a picture of his daughter on her first horse. The image blurred.

Did I fail you, Allie?

Was that what this was about?

 

“K
ATHRYN
?”

“Hi, Cord. Sorry to phone you this late, but the hospital called me in on a teen runaway case. I'm going to have to cancel our ski plans for tomorrow.”

“I won't pretend I'm not disappointed. I'd rather ski with you than anybody.”

“I feel the same way about you. But since Kit's expecting again, she'll be thrilled to have you all to herself. Give her my love.”

“I will. When you get a chance, I want to hear about your case.”

“Of course, but not tonight. Get a good sleep.”

Kathryn rang off, then made a call to Maggie. The moment she answered Kathryn said, “Forgive me for calling you so late. I'd like to ask a favor of you, but first I need to know your plans for tomorrow afternoon.”

“Jake and I were going to stay home and play with Robbie. Kamila might come over with Jared. Why?”

“I need to take a missing teen back to her family. She's in the hospital getting over the flu and can probably go home tomorrow. But she lives in Bozeman, Montana, and—”

“You'd like me to fly you there?” she finished for Kathryn. “That's not a long flight. I'd love to do it. Meet me at the hangar at twelve-thirty. I'll have you there by two. Robbie will nap while I'm gone.”

“You're the best, Maggie,” Kathryn said. “I'll call you in the morning if the doctor decides she should stay in the hospital another day. Otherwise, plan on it.”

“Sounds good. Do you know something?”

“What?”

“You've become a workaholic. That's how I used to be before I met Jake.”

“Yeah, well, we all can't be as lucky as you.”

“You could have married Steve.”

“I could have, but he only proposed to me because he couldn't have you.”

After a long silence, Maggie said, “What are you talking about?”

The time for honesty had come. How strange that this was the moment. “Kit's brother was already clerking for you when I arrived on the scene. It was
you
he loved. You were the reason he left California. When he asked me to marry him, I told him I was flattered, but I didn't want to be your substitute. He got all red in the face, but he didn't deny it.”

“I had no idea.” Her sister sounded shocked.

“Of course not. That's because you were so in love with Jake, you didn't know if you were coming or going. I can't say I blame you. Jake Halsey's the kind of man who is so attractive he gives every woman a heart attack. Unfortunately, there's only one of him. If I didn't love you so much, I'd scratch your eyes out.”

Maggie laughed, then sobered. “Honestly, Kathryn, I love him so much, it scares me.”

“Steve saw it, too. That's why I told him that until he went back to California to get away from you, he'd never be happy.”

“So
that's
the reason he suddenly left.”

“Now you know the whole truth. When I told the family I couldn't marry him because I loved him like a brother, I meant it.”

She heard Maggie clear her throat. “Your turn's coming, Kathryn.”

“No. I've had plenty of possible turns, but I've discovered I'm not the marrying kind. I crave my freedom too much. Maybe being a captive at Skwars Farm for twenty-six years made me claustrophobic over the whole institution. My psychiatrist says we need to explore it, but that's for another day. Talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”

After she hung up, she left the empty isolation room and crossed the hall to check on Allie. The teen was asleep. Her long bus ride and the flu had left Allie on the verge of exhaustion when she'd left the depot.

Whatever had caused Allie to leave home had worn her out, physically and emotionally, but her vital signs looked good. She could be released tomorrow, but would have to stay in bed at home for another night at least till the flu had left her system.

Without wasting any more time, Kathryn slipped back across the hall to make the most important phone call of the night. It was quarter to twelve. If Allie's father suspected nothing and still thought his daughter was at her best friend's house enjoying a sleepover, then he was in for a huge shock.

But if he'd discovered she was missing and was frantically looking for her, then it was past time to end his anguish.

Allie had painted a picture of a loving family. Like Kathryn, Allie had put her father on a pedestal no other man could hold a candle to. She was an exceptional girl. It meant she had an exceptional father. There'd been no mention of a mother.

Kathryn reached for her note pad where she'd written down the phone number Allie had given her and punched in the digits.

 

W
HILE
C
OLT WAITED
for the detective in Salt Lake to call him back, he went up to Allie's bedroom. He'd already given the police a description of what she was wearing when she'd left for school, including her backpack. Colt hoped that a thorough search of her room might reveal a clue to help him out. Anything…

She always stashed her money from odd jobs and babysitting in a drawstring purse hanging in the closet. None was there. Naturally she'd used it to buy her bus ticket. To his dismay, he found her cell phone in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She'd turned it off, killing that one glimmer of hope she might call him.

His daughter had been planning this for a long time. The pit in his stomach yawned wide.

Expecting to hear from the detective, he was ready to answer when his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and clicked on. “Detective Martinez?”