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Lacey pressed the ice pack to her head and stood. The feel of Mason’s solid grip on her upper arm scrambled her brain more than the knock against the side of the building.
He and Catelyn had arrived almost immediately, the poor store owner having time only to offer his help and fix the ice pack, which she insisted she didn’t need.
He insisted she did.
The print shop owner stood with the pictures of Bethany clutched in his left hand as he attempted to answer Catelyn’s questions. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything. I don’t usually have any problems around here.”
Lacey shook her head and winced. “It wasn’t your fault. Whoever it was knew exactly who they were attacking.”
“Why do you say that?” Mason frowned.
“Because he specifically said, ‘She’s mine now.’ Who else would he be referring to except Bethany?”
His frown deepened. “Did you see him? What was the voice like?”
Squinting against the throbbing in her head, she replayed the scene in her mind. With a shudder, she swallowed. “No, I didn’t see him. Just a glimpse. And his voice was low, raspy, like someone with a bad cold….” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sure the person disguised his voice.”
Mason sighed and guided her over to the car. “We need to get your head checked out.”
She waved him away. “It’s fine. Just a bump and a scrape.” It hurt, but she didn’t have time to deal with it now. She scrambled back out of the car. “I forgot the flyers.”
Before he could stop her, Lacey made her way back up the store owner. He handed the package to her. “Take them.”
Lacey reached for her wallet—another indication the attack had had a specific purpose. He’d left her purse when he could have easily snatched it.
A hand on her arm brought her gaze up and she looked into the man’s kind eyes. “No, ma’am. This is my gift, my part to help you find your daughter.”
Tears choked her once again and she stared at him through the blur. “Thank you.”
Mason placed an arm around her shoulders and steered her back toward the car. “Now, let’s get you checked out.”
Weariness tugged at her now that the adrenaline had faded. However, Bethany came first. “I’m not going to a doctor.” She shivered. “Somehow, deep down in my bones, I feel like time is running out for Bethany. We need to find her now.”
A frown creased his brows. “All right, but if you start feeling sick, I want you to tell me. Promise?”
His concern set off all kinds of warm sensations in the depths of her being. She swallowed hard and steeled herself against the longing just being around him stirred up. “Promise.”
Catelyn joined them at the car. “All right. I think we’ve done all we can do here. I’m going to see if any of the security cameras around here picked up anything.”
Mason nodded. “I want to look at the investigation file from the wreck.”
“You’ll have to talk to Daniel. He was the lead investigator on that one and will be able to help you out there.”
Lacey bit her lip and shot Mason a look even as she thought that Daniel might beableto help them, but would he?
Mason cleared his throat. “I’ll talk to him.”
A ringing phone made her jump. Then she realized it was hers. Bethany? Yanking it from her pocket, she glanced at the caller ID and bit her lip as a wave of grief nearly knocked her over. Not Bethany. “Hi, Mom.”
“Have you heard anything?”
Her parents had accepted both of them back into their lives with open arms. As always, guilt pierced her. She’d been so wrong to keep Bethany from people who would have loved her. And yet, they’d been the ones to send her off in the beginning and it had taken her a long time to get past that.
When they’d started begging for reconciliation by Bethany’s sixth birthday, Lacey had enough bitterness and resentment flowing that she’d repeatedly refused.
Until God got ahold of her three years ago, after her landlady led her to know Christ.
Clearing her throat, she turned from Mason and Catelyn and faced the car. “Not yet, Mom, but Mason agreed to help me.”