Every Precious Thing (18 page)

“Don’t,” he said. “You’re making yourself sound stupid. You pretty much admitted you knew I was telling the truth.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The fear in her eyes was seemed to consumer her. Logan sensed it wasn’t so much for herself as for Sara, the woman she was trying to protect for some reason. He thought for a moment, then reached for his phone in his pocket. It wasn’t there.

Son of a bitch
. Dr. Paskota had it.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked Diana.

She closed her lips tight and glared at him.

She hadn’t been carrying a bag in the woods, and he could tell there was nothing in the front pockets of her jeans. He rolled her on her side so he could see the back.

“Hey!” she said.

The rear pockets were empty, too.

He let go of her.

“Is there a purse or bag up there?” he asked Dev.

Dev glanced around. “Yeah. There’s something in the passenger footwell.”

He stopped the car, retrieved it, and tossed it back to Logan.

“That’s mine!” Diana shouted, reaching for the bag. “You have no right!”

Though he didn’t want to do it, Logan raised his gun. That seemed to sober her up. She retreated to her corner, her gaze burning holes in his head.

He opened the bag and felt around until he found not one cell phone, but two. The first he pulled out was a Blackberry. He activated the screen, made sure it was getting a signal, then reached in and pulled out the second phone.

This time Diana visibly tensed.

The phone was a bare-bones model—no Web access, no email, just calls and texts. The kind of phone with prepaid minutes you’d buy at a 7-Eleven or corner shop. A throwaway phone. Anonymous.

It was off, so he powered it up, opened the menu, and found the recent-calls list. There were only a handful of calls, but all were to the same number. He looked at Diana, and back at the phone.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t.”

Sara’s number?

That seemed pretty damn likely, especially given Diana’s reaction. He was so tempted to hit the connect button. The only thing holding him back was the very real chance that, if it was Sara, his voice would scare her off. What he needed was Diana on his side, and
then
Sara might listen to him.

He turned off the throwaway, switched to the Blackberry, and called one of the few numbers he knew by heart.

Three rings, then a groggy, “Hello?”

“Dad, it’s me,” Logan said.

“What? Is something wrong? Where are you?”

He could picture Harp flipping on a light and sitting up in bed.

“Everything’s okay. I just need—”

“Did you find her?” Harp asked.

“Not yet. I need Callie’s cell number.”

“Don’t you have it?”

Logan hesitated. “Not on me.”

“Hold on.” There was a pause before Harp said, “Can I check a number on here without hanging up on you?”

“Yeah, all you do is hit the menu button—”

The line went dead.

Logan called back.

“Who is this?” Harp asked, once they were reconnected.

“It’s me,” Logan said.

“This isn’t your number.”

“It’s the same one I just called you on.”

“It is?”

“Dad, focus.”

“What happened to your phone?”

“It’s…broken, okay?”

“This is your new number?”

“I’m just borrowing a phone from someone.”

“So I can still call you at your old number?”

“No. Don’t call it, not until I tell you it’s okay. Now, Dad, I really need Callie’s number.”

“Well, obviously I can’t get it without hanging up on you.”

“No. You can.” He talked his father through the procedure, this time getting Callie’s number without being disconnected.

“When do you think you’ll be back here?” Harp asked.

“I don’t know. Soon, probably. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“From this number?”

“I don’t
know
, Dad. From
a
number. Now go back to sleep.”

Once he got Harp off the line, he called Callie, but was sent to her voice mail after four rings.

“It’s Logan,” he said. “Call me back as soon as you get this at the number this came in on. Do
not
use my cell number.”

Less than a minute later, she called back. “Sorry. I didn’t recognize the caller ID or I would have picked up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Can you get Alan on the line right now?”

“You found her?”

“I’m getting close, but I need his help.”

“Doing what?”

“Conference him in, and you can hear, too.”

She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Okay.”

As he was put on hold, he glanced at Diana. She stared back at him, her face a mask of defiance. But it
was
only a mask. Underneath he sensed a growing uncertainty and confusion.

It took nearly a minute for Callie to come back on.

“Okay, I think we’re all here,” she said. “Alan?”

“I’m here,” Alan replied. “What’s going on? Is she all right?”

“I don’t know yet,” Logan said. “But I think I have someone here who does know. Unfortunately, she doesn’t trust me. She thinks I’m here to hurt Sara. I’m hoping you can help me convince her otherwise. I’m going to put you on speaker, all right?”

“Sure,” Callie said.

Just as Logan hit S
PEAKER
, Alan said, “Wait.” The rest was broadcast throughout the car. “Who are you with?”

“Her name is Diana Stockley,” Logan said. He looked at Diana. “I have Callie Johnson, the lawyer I mentioned, on the line and Alan Lindley, Sara’s husband.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said.

“Who are you?” Alan asked angrily.

“She’s a friend of Sara’s,” Logan explained. “She visited Sara in Riverside right before your trip to Tijuana.”

Diana gaped at Logan. “How did you—”

“Tessie,” he said.

“Tessie?” She looked both surprised and sad.

“She told me about following you. She thinks you were cheating on her.”

“I…I wasn’t…” she said, more to herself than to Logan.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Alan asked.

“I’m sorry, what?” Logan replied.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“No, it didn’t come through.”

“I said Sara doesn’t
have
any friends named Diana. I would have known.”

“Alan,” Callie broke in. “There’s obviously a lot of things about Sara none of us knew.”

Logan had been about to say something similar.

Silence.

“Did she help my wife leave?” Alan asked. “Did
you
help my wife abandon her daughter and me?”

“I don’t know who you are,” Diana said. “But this isn’t going to work. I’m not going to tell you where she is.”

“I don’t know who
you
are!” Alan shot back. “Sara’s my wife. She’s Emily’s mother. Who the hell are you?”

Diana shook her head, but said nothing.

This wasn’t going exactly the way Logan had planned. Alan was taking out his weeks of frustration on their only real lead.

“Everyone, just relax,” he said. “I have a feeling we’re all concerned about the same thing—Sara’s safety.”

Diana scoffed, while neither Alan nor Callie said anything.

“Alan, where do you live?” Logan asked.

“What? What do you mean?”

“What’s your address?”

“Why is that important?”

“Please.”

“I live in Riverside.”

“The street,” Logan asked, hoping the information would be the key.

A pause. “1354 Celeste Lane.”

As soon as the words came over the line, a series of stuttering breaths escaped Diana’s lips.

C
HAPTER
T
HIRTY

“I
LIVE IN
Riverside,” the man claiming to be Sara’s husband said over the phone.

“The street,” Logan Harper asked.

The man didn’t answer right away, but when he did…

“1354 Celeste Lane.”

Oh, God.

The whole world went into a tunnel, and for several seconds Diana could see nothing but gray.

1354 Celeste Lane.

She’d driven by the house half a dozen times. Hell, she had been
in
the house with Richard, removing all the pictures while Sara was in San Diego.

It was Sara’s house.
Emily’s
house.

If Logan was one of them and had the address, he wouldn’t need her
or
Sara anymore.

When Diana had seen the confrontation back in Flagstaff, and followed them out to the forest, she had thought it was a struggle between two groups ultimately working for the same master. In her mind, it was a game of get-to-Sara-first-and-win-the-prize.

She had wanted to hear what was being said, wanted to see the faces of the others so she’d know what everyone looked like, and could keep an eye out for them in the future. But before she could move in closer, it became apparent the others were actually going to kill Logan and his friend and get rid of their competition. That was more than enough to keep her rooted where she was.

She’d been as surprised as anyone when the two condemned men escaped. Then Logan had walked into the area where she’d hidden. That was an opportunity she couldn’t ignore. She could learn what he knew, then warn him and his friends off Sara a final time.

That hadn’t gone quite the way she’d expected. While she thought at first what he’d told her was a lie to get her to divulge Sara’s location, soon some of what he’d said got a little too close to home.

Afraid to hear more, she’d run, coming up with a million things she could have said,
should
have said to counter his lies.

Only now…

1354 Celeste Drive.

They weren’t lies.

“Diana? Diana?”

She barely heard the voice as she tried to work out how this could possibly be another trick.

“Diana?”

But she could find no path that made sense.

“Diana!”

Her eyes refocused on the dull gray tones of the car’s dark interior. She lifted her head and saw that Logan was looking at her.

“What?” she whispered.

“We’re just trying to help her. Can’t you see that?”

“We…we don’t…need your help,” she said, though she knew there was no conviction in her voice.

Help was exactly what they needed. Since Sara had to stay hidden, Diana and Richard were the only ones who could do anything. And Richard…well, without Diana pointing him in the right direction, they would have long ago failed.

She’d always been the one in charge. That’s how they got into this in the first place, and why now Diana would do anything to protect Sara.

She’d been the one who found the ad online. She’d been the one who’d written down the number and suggested Sara call. She’d been the one who’d pushed Sara to do it, thinking it would be the way Sara could get the real start she needed.

Though there was no way Diana could have known the truth, it was still her fault, her problem to fix.

But how could she do that with just Richard and herself?

“What’s going on?” Alan asked. Alan, Sara’s
husband
.

Oh, my God. What a mess.

“Diana?” Logan said.

She forced herself out of her thoughts. “I’m sorry.”

There was sympathy in Logan’s eyes. “I asked if you know where Sara is.”

Before she even realized it, she nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Thank God,” Alan said. “Is she all right? Where is she? What’s going on?”

“She’s…she’s okay,” Diana said. “Just scared.”

“Why? What is she scared of? Did I do something? Is it me?”

If Diana hadn’t been so stunned by it all, she would have probably laughed. “No. She would have never left Emily with you if that were the case.”

“Then why?” Alan pleaded.

Diana looked at Logan. This was not a question she wanted to answer.

Logan seemed to sense this. He said, “She’s in trouble, we know that. Those people out in the woods, they weren’t playing around.”

“What people?” Alan asked.

“I’ll fill you in later,” Logan said, and looked back at Diana. “You need help. That’s obvious.” He nodded toward the driver. “Dev and I are pretty handy to have around.”

She didn’t know what to say. She still wasn’t completely sure she could trust them. Help would be great, but…

“I don’t…I just…”

“What’s the problem?” Alan asked. “If Sara’s in trouble, you have to let us help. For God’s sake, I’m her
husband
!”

Diana looked at the phone as if she could see through it. “Yeah, well, I’m her sister.”

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HAPTER
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HIRTY
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NE

I
T WAS AS
if all the air had been sucked out of the world. No one breathed. No one moved. No one said a word.

Logan looked at Diana anew, trying to discern patterns in the woman’s face that matched those in the less-than-perfect picture he had of Sara. There were definitely similarities—the cheeks, the lips, the curve of her jaw.

Alan was the first to break the silence. “How do we know
you’re
not lying?”

Before she could respond, Logan said, “She’s not.”

“You knew she was Sara’s sister?” Callie asked.

“No. But she’s not lying. I’m sure of it.”

More silence.

“I…didn’t know Sara had any family,” Alan said, his voice low and surprised. “She said she was an only child.”

Diana looked silently out the window.

Logan deactivated the speaker function, then moved the phone to his ear. “I think it might be better if I talk to her by myself now.”

“Wait,” Alan said. “You can’t just cut me off like that. I need to know what’s going on.”

“You will,” Logan said.

“When?”

“When I can tell you.”

“How am I supposed to live with that? Don’t you see? This is ripping me apart.”

“Alan,” Callie broke in. “Logan’s already learned more than we even got close to before. Let’s let him work. If Sara’s really in trouble, he’ll know what to do.”