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"Why else would I leave a message of such urgency with your clerk?" Hart asked.
"Give me all the details. Why didn't you go to the police?"
Hart said, "Considering the bottom line, which is our brother-in-law, I decided this should be kept unofficial. It is a family matter, not a police matter, Rick."
"What happened? Where is Lucy? How is she holding up?" Bragg demanded.
"The nanny took the twins for a stroll at nine this morning. Craddock got out of a waiting coach, s.n.a.t.c.hed Chrissy from her baby carriage, got back in the coach, and drove off.
Actually, he had an accomplice, as the coach had a driver. There has been no ransom note, but it had been less than three hours since he took her. I have already hired a private detective to locate him, and the entire family is with Lucy in the library. She is crying," Hart added with a downturn to his mouth.
"I need your phone," Bragg said tersely.
"I will not have the police involved," Hart warned.
"Generally, you are not a foolish man. So why start now?" Bragg asked coolly. "And I am the police, Calder, or have you forgotten? So the police are involved."
Hart clenched his fists, his expression hardening with anger. He looked ready to strike a blow; Bragg also clenched his fists, but he was smiling, extremely unpleasantly now.
"Calder, don't!" Francesca cried.
Bragg started. He looked across the huge hall for the first time and she stepped out from behind the reclining statue. Their gazes met, held, locked. What had Leigh Anne said to him? What had happened when they were alone? Had he admitted to his wife that he loved Francesca? Had her name even come up?
Bragg dragged his gaze back to his half brother, who had been watching them both. "I havemore resources at my beck and call than the entire Pinkerton Agency," he said, very softly."And I do not suggest we sit around here twiddling our thumbs while waiting for a ransomnote-which may or may not come. I intend to locate Craddock before he ever sends thatnote." "He wants money," Hart said coldly. "There will be a note, before nightfall, if I do not miss myguess." "He is a murderer," Bragg snapped. "And I do not trust him with my niece." Hart's mouth twisted upward, without any mirth at all. "Ah yes, shove my face in the fact thatChrissy is not really my niece. And when your little investigation gets out of hand? Thenwhat? If Cooper was murdered by Shoz, will you cover it up?" Bragg looked murderous. "First things first. First we must get Chrissy back-alive. Now getthe f.u.c.k out of my way, Calder." "Losing your b.a.l.l.s, Rick? Could it be that this is a bad memory come back to life? JonnyBurton was found, alive. We can find Chrissy alive and not send her father to the scaffold.This isn't about Chrissy; this is about you." "You are the coldest man I know. Chrissy's life is at stake," Bragg said softly, dangerously."And I am through arguing with you." She could no longer stand it. She hurried forward, between them. She grasped Hart's fist."Calder, for now, we could use the resources of the police. I think it is wise to bring thedepartment into what is a criminal act. We can worry about the Cooper murder at anothertime!" His eyes turned to her, and they were livid. She recoiled instantly; he shook off her hand."The two of you deserve each other," he said, and the venom in his tone was a blow. "Calder!" she began. As if he had not heard her-which he had-he strode out of the hall with long, hard strides. Francesca watched him go, unable to move, unable to breathe. It felt like deja vu. Had it onlybeen a few days ago that he had walked out on her in the exact same manner? And why didit frighten her so? She wanted to run after him and rea.s.sure him, but of what? She did not move. When he had disappeared into the corridor, she faced Bragg, only to find him staring at herso closely that she stiffened. It was hard now to look him in the eye. She bit her lip andlooked down, then dared to meet his gaze. "You're right. Of that I have no doubt. We mustfind Craddock and get Chrissy back and worry about everything else later." She smiled, but.i.t felt horribly weak and fragile. "He knows we went to Fort Kendall together, doesn't he?" . Bragg asked. She nodded. "I didn't tell him. He was looking for you-" "My staff knew where I was. It was hardly a secret." She gazed in the direction he had disappeared. "He's so angry," she whispered. "And he'sangry with me, not you." "He's jealous," Bragg said flatly. She faced him, stunned. "No, I think you are very wrong. Why would he be jealous?" Bragg made a sound. It was disbelieving and disparaging all at once. "You are a beautifulwoman, and he wants you. But you do not want him." He stared. She flushed and could not think of a reply. But her mind went haywire. Could Bragg be right?But Calder was always so cool, so composed! He had admitted he wanted her in his bed,but the way he had said it, it had been as if it was easy for him to ignore any desire he felt.Still, she had seen his jealousy of Bragg in other matters. "Do you?" Bragg asked abruptly, coolly. She started. "Do I what?" "Do you want him?" She felt her cheeks heating dangerously. She opened her mouth to deny everything, but nota single word came out.
"Are you falling in love with him?" She was breathing shallowly now. "No! Of course not!" It was hard to speak. It was as if ahuge ball of fur were there in her chest. "How can you-after last night-how can you evenask such a thing?" she managed to gasp. "Very easily." His gaze was hard. "If you are, he will break your heart a hundred times over.Where does he keep the telephone?" But she already knew that. He was infamous for loving and leaving women. Except he didn'teven love them; he only made love to them. "I know," she whispered. "The phone?" "The library," she said tightly. Bragg hurried past her and disappeared down the hall. Francesca sank down onto a settee against one wall and between two cla.s.sical busts ofRoman emperors. She was so dazed now that she could not think. How could Bragg haveasked her such a thing after last night? He was the brother she loved. She covered her face with her hands. Think, she told herself. Concentrate! A child's life is atstake! "Miss Cahill?" The intonation was kind; it was Alfred. She looked up and tried to smile. Fortunately, she had wept so hard on Hart's chest that shehad no tears left. "May I somehow be of help?" She shook her head no. "Might I offer an opinion?" She hesitated. They had a crime to solve, a child to find. "Yes, of course, Alfred." "Do not hold Mr. Hart's harsh words against him. I do believe he cares greatly for this family,and he blames himself for the little girl's disappearance, as she was here in hissafekeeping." Francesca straightened, comprehension searing her. Of course Hart would blame himself;she knew him well enough to know he set high standards and always achieved them. Hewas feeling responsible for Chrissy 's abduction. But it was not his fault. "And I do believe he is rather jealous of Mr. Bragg," Alfred added as someone pounded onthe door. Francesca nodded again. "Thank you, Alfred. I think you are right." He smiled at her and went to answer the door. Francesca stood as a tall, dark man stepped into the house. She took one look at his highcheekbones, his bronzed skin, and his jet-black hair, which reached his shoulders, andknew she was looking at Lucy's husband. He had a dangerous uncivilized look about him,and it was not because of the hair, and his expensive custom-made suit did not cloak theman in civility one bit. He looked hard, rough, lawless. He was also extremely attractive, butin a dark and even disturbing way. Then she saw his bright blue lizard cowboy boots withtheir silver snakeskin tips. Oddly, they were not incongruous with his dark charcoal gray suit. "Sir?" "I have been told my wife is here," he said. His gaze moved over Francesca and dismissedher. "Lucy Savage." "She is in the library, sir," Alfred said. Francesca followed Shoz down the corridor. The library doors were open. Francesca saw ata glance that the entire family was present. Grace sat with her arm around Lucy on the large sofa in the middle of the room. Bragg wason the telephone, standing by the desk; Hart, Rathe, Rourke, and a very handsome youngman of about eighteen were all cl.u.s.tered a few feet from him, speaking in low tones. Lucy saw her husband and stiffened. She was eerily pale and red-eyed from weeping."Shoz? What... what are you doing here?" He took in the scene and rushed forward. "I left for New York last week. I decided to join you and the children. What is it? What's happened?" he demanded, lifting her to her feet.
"Someone's taken Chrissy!" Lucy cried, clinging to the lapels of his jacket.
His silver eyes went wide.
"It's all my fault," Lucy said, bursting into tears. "This is all my fault!"
"It's not your fault," he said firmly, pulling her into his arms. He held her there, stroking her hair, which was loose and rioting down her back. His gaze moved to Rathe. "What the h.e.l.l happened?"
"Lucy has been blackmailed," Rathe said, moving to Shoz and clasping his shoulder. "And at nine this morning Chrissy was seized while on her way to the park. There has been no ransom note since then."
Shoz's face was a mask of darkly controlled anger. Francesca s.h.i.+vered, because she had never seen any man look so hard and so dangerous. It crossed her mind that this man was capable of hanging a man and then torturing him slowly until he died, given the right reason.
Bragg joined them. "Shoz, we need to talk. Now. In an unofficial capacity, before the police arrive."
Shoz's mouth curled. "I wish you hadn't called in the police, Rick."
Bragg looked him in the eye. "Are you planning on hanging him and then carving him up?"
Shoz started. Then, his smile chilling, "Maybe."
"Shoz!" Lucy cried. "No!"
He looked at her. "I don't want you here. Grace, take her upstairs. Join the children. Stay there until I say so."
Francesca lifted a brow. He was very imperious.
And Lucy said, her eyes flas.h.i.+ng, "I am not going to join the children; I want to help."
"No," he said flatly. Then he softened, and he pulled her close. "I will get Chrissy back. Alive.
Trust me," he said.
Lucy's eyes s.h.i.+mmered with tears and she nodded. "I am so sorry," she whispered.
He suddenly seized her chin and kissed her hard. "I will take care of everything," he promised her, as if they were the only two people in the room.
Lucy nodded. "I know you will."
Grace was waiting for her. "Come on. Let's go upstairs and let the men plan their course of action. I think it would be good for Roberto to be with you now. He's very brave and trying to hide it, but I can see how worried he is."
Lucy nodded, but before she left she took her husband's hand and squeezed it. "I love you."
He smiled but did not answer her; still, his silver gaze never left her until she and Grace were out of sight. Then Shoz turned and looked at Francesca, hard.
"This is Francesca Cahill," Bragg said, interpreting the look. "She has helped me solve three major cases; she is a sleuth. She stays."
Francesca would have been thrilled with his matter-of-fact description of her another time, but not now. She smiled a little at Shoz.
His nod was curt. "Who took Chrissy? When did the blackmail start?"
Hart moved past Francesca, closing the door to the library. He did not look at her once, clearly ignoring her now.
"Joseph Craddock."
Shoz absorbed that-and started. "Joe Craddock?"
"I take it you recall him?"
Shoz's straight nose flared. "h.e.l.l, yes. A sonuvab.i.t.c.h from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. I'm going to kill him."
Bragg gripped his arm. "Craddock is blackmailing Lucy. He appeared in Paradise a month or so ago. On Sunday he handed her a note threatening the children and demanding five thousand dollars today at noon. Then he abducted Chrissy."
Shoz was trembling. "I should have killed that sonuvab.i.t.c.h a long time ago."
Francesca winced, because he clearly meant it.
"What does Craddock have on you, Shoz?" Bragg asked, his gaze unwavering.
Shoz smiled, and it was hard. "He hates my guts. This isn't about money-this is aboutrevenge." Francesca s.h.i.+vered. "Why?" His cold gaze shot to hers, and clearly he did not like or appreciate the question. Francescaforced a smile. "If you don't mind, it is probably important." She felt as if she was making aterrible mistake in even addressing this man. He was not a man to cross. Someone moved to stand beside her. The gesture was a protective one; Francesca startedand managed to tear her gaze from Shoz. She looked up and, although he wasn't looking ather, Hart stood at her side. Her heart skipped a beat and lurched oddly. "Let's just say I stole his woman," Shoz drawled. Then he added, "We ran guns togetherbefore I met my wife. Back in '96, '97." Francesca glanced at Bragg. He stepped forward, appearing determined. "Who murderedRandy Cooper?" Shoz shrugged, his smile hard, mirthless. If he was surprised by the sudden question, onewould never know it. "The prison held seventy-one men. Any one of them-or all of them-could have done it. Myguess is it was Craddock and a few of his hoodlum buddies. No one cared that Cooper got.i.t; even the warden was glad to be rid of him. The case was closed before it ever began," hesaid flatly. "What does this have to do with my daughter?" "You escaped a week later. And Cooper was tortured before he died, not to mention thatyou took his name as an alias." Shoz seemed amused. "You accusing me of something ... Rick?" he asked, whisper-soft. Francesca froze, her heart lurching with dread. She looked from one man to the other. Before Bragg could respond, Rathe stepped between them. "No one is accusing you ofanything," he said firmly. "We're wasting time. We need to find Craddock, now." If Shoz was relieved, it did not show on his impa.s.sive face. The man was probably anextraordinary poker player. Francesca had to briefly close her eyes, breathless now. Shozwas guilty. She simply knew it. A heavy, tense silence fell. There was a knock on the door. Hart answered it, not looking at her as he turned to do so. "Alfred?" "The police are here, sir," Alfred said. Hart hesitated and turned to Bragg, Shoz, and Rathe. Then he sighed and faced Alfred."Show them in." Francesca now had a very bad feeling. It was intensified when the chief of police walked in. Brendan Farr took one look at the cast of players a.s.sembled in the room, and said, "I heardthe terrible news, Rick. I decided to take over the case personally." And he smiled.
Chapter Eighteen.
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1902 - 1:00 P.M.
Francesca was stunned; she met Bragg's gaze briefly. He was as surprised; he quickly recovered. He said, "I shall appreciate your help, Chief. Time is of the essence now. We must locate Joe Craddock, and I want every precinct notified. Wardsmen should begin beating the streets. Someone must have seen him recently. I want Craddock found before a ransom note arrives."
Farr said, "Craddock took your niece?" His eyes glinted with surprise while his face remained rather impa.s.sive. But he glanced at Francesca.
Hart now drifted over to their small huddle. His gaze narrowed on Farr.
"That's right." Bragg looked the chief of police right in the eye. "I believe you have read his
file?"
"Oh, yes," Farr said. "But his style isn't abduction and ransom; it is blackmail."
"Apparently his style has changed," Bragg said.
"And the child's parents?"
Shoz stepped forward. "The child's name is Chrissy Savage. She is my daughter; my wife is upstairs." His eyes continued to blaze with anger. His fists were clenched.
Farr studied him. "Any idea of why Craddock wished to pick on you, Mr. Savage? Other than the fact that your daughter is Derek Bragg's great-granddaughter?"
Shoz's mouth curled. "Isn't that a good-enough reason? My father-in-law adores Chrissy.
He'd do anything to get her back."
Farr studied him, then said, "When did you marry into the family? Is this the wedding I read about, the one that took place in Heaven, Texas?"
"It was Paradise, Texas," Bragg said. "Chief, I need men out on the streets, now."
Farr smiled; it was benign. "May I use the telephone?" he asked. Being polite did not suit him. Francesca thought she saw suspicion in his eyes.
Bragg gestured and Farr walked over to Hart's ma.s.sive desk. He did not sit down as he dialed headquarters and began to instruct the captain there on the wording of the telegram that would be sent to every station house in the city. Francesca quickly stepped over to where Bragg and Hart stood. She spoke in a whisper. "He wants motive, Bragg. This is not good."
His gaze met hers. "I am aware of that. I do not want him interviewing Lucy. Not now, not later, not ever." He turned his hard gaze on Shoz. "And you give him nothing, Shoz. Not one detail of your life. I don't want him figuring out that you served even a day with Craddock."
Shoz's response was a mirthless flash of teeth. "My pardon is an official record, Rick. He'll find it if he digs deep enough."
"I'll worry about that when the time comes."
"He is already suspicious," Hart remarked flatly. His gaze locked with Rick's. "You do not have a loyal subordinate, Rick."
Bragg's jaw flexed. "I am aware of that."
Hart stared; Bragg stared back. "A knife in the back," Calder finally murmured. "We must all watch our backs now."
They exchanged glances, the four of them, absorbing that. Francesca felt that Hart was right.
She tugged on Bragg's sleeve. "We need to find J.C. first," she said in a whisper. Then she let go, as she heard Farr hanging up the receiver. He returned to their group. Now they were all conspicuously silent.
Farr looked from Bragg to Francesca, then at Calder, and finally at Shoz. "I'd like to speak with your wife," he said to Shoz.
"She's sleeping. She's extremely upset and I don't want her disturbed," Shoz returned flatly.
He spoke in a way that was not open to debate.
Farr glanced at Bragg. "It would benefit the investigation if she could be awakened."
Bragg said, "I can fill you in. I know every detail of the case. Now is not a good time to speak with Lucy. She is hysterical, Chief."
Farr shrugged. "Very well, then I am going to go back to headquarters," he said. "It will probably be a few hours before we have any rumors to go on."
Bragg nodded and slapped his shoulder. "Thanks, Chief."
Farr met his gaze and nodded at them all, his gaze lingering on Francesca. She did not flinch or flush. He said, "Perhaps we might speak privately, Miss Cahill?"
Alarm filled her.
Bragg said, "Miss Cahill is on her way home."
Farr smiled oddly-clearly aware that he was being thwarted at every turn-and walked out.
Francesca would have fanned herself if she had a fan.
Shoz said, "I'm hitting the streets, too. I am not going to sit around this house waiting for someone else to find my daughter."
"Money buys just about everything," Hart said coolly. Francesca realized he was still ignoring her. He hadn't looked at her since Bragg had arrived at the house. "I think we should split up and begin dispensing large amounts of cash in order to buy what information that we can."
"I agree," Bragg said. "Craddock's last known address was Eighteen Allen Street. No one's seen him there in over a year, but that may be a good place to start."
"Actually, until last week he had taken a room over a saloon on West Tenth and Broadway,"
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