Mask Of A Hunter. Sylvie Kurtz

doesn’t mean I won’t do everything I can to find her.”

      “Couldn’t stop the avalanche if I wanted to. Just don’t go stepping on any toes, okay? Determined could get you killed, and that really wouldn’t look good on my record.”

      Of course not. “I’m not a toe-stepper by nature.”

      He pushed away his plate. “Could’ve fooled me.”

      “Who did Felicia hang out with? Besides Mike.” Rory pushed Cheerios one by one toward Hannah who thought it was hilarious to drop them on the floor.

      Ace leaned back in the red vinyl seat and crossed his arms over his chest. “They’re not going to talk to you.”

      Rory shrugged. “It’s worth a try.”

      “Heidi, Meg and Terra are motorcycle mamas.”

      She lifted both her eyebrows. “Motorcycle mamas?”

      “They belong to the club.”

      “‘Belong’ as in members?”

      “‘Belong’ as in belong to every member.”

      The French toast that had seemed fluffy moments ago now felt like lead. “Felicia’s a mama?”

      He shook his head. “Felicia’s an old lady. She belongs to Mike.”

      Rory tried to digest the information, but it only managed to burn into indigestion. “Is Terra a waitress, too?”

      “No, she works for the phone company.”

      Rory turned her cup of coffee in slow circles, studying the black tide for answers. “Did Felicia have any regular friends?”

      “Just Candace and Penny, as far as I know. The only reason I know that much is because she belongs to Mike.”

      And he was investigating Mike. Felicia was important to him only because of her relationship to Mike. There was so much, she now realized, she didn’t know about her own sister. She should have… Pursing her lips, she waved the thought away. Making a relationship work took two, and Felicia had made her feelings clear a long time ago.

      Ace rose and dropped enough cash on the table to cover both their breakfasts. She started to protest, but he gave her a look so sharp it silenced her. Then his face transformed as he bent toward Hannah and tweaked her nose. He was no longer the hard-edged pirate, but a man a woman could melt for before she realized it had quite happened. Rory rubbed her temple. Ugh, I need to get some sleep.

      “Bye, Hannah-banana,” Ace said.

      Like every other female in the place, Hannah turned her sweet face up at him and glowed with pleasure. The man could turn heads, but that didn’t mean he knew everything. She would find Felicia and that would put him in his place.

      HEIDI AND MEG proved harder to corner than rats in a sewer. Rory had gotten nowhere with Meg, who’d told her to back off and threatened bodily harm when Rory insisted on having a couple of questions answered.

      When Rory finally caught up with Heidi outside the café, Heidi promptly pushed herself off the budding oak tree, crushed her cigarette beneath her sneaker and started for the kitchen.

      “Wait!” Rory shoved herself, along with Hannah in her stroller, between the waitress and the door. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”

      “I don’t know anything, okay?” Heidi fisted her hands and leaned forward as if she would charge to get through Rory.

      Rory tried to make eye contact with Heidi with no luck. “You know she’s gone.”

      Heidi dropped her head to her chest, sighed, but made no attempt to acknowledge or deny anything.

      “Do you know where she is?” Rory pressed.

      “No.”

      “Take a guess.”

      Heidi twirled her disposable lighter in one hand and twisted the end of her blond ponytail with the index finger of her other. “I don’t know.”

      “Try. Please. This is important.” Hannah dropped her purple bear and screamed for it. Rory bent down to pick it up and lost her strategic position.

      Heidi scooted by her and grabbed the doorknob. “Look, I really don’t know anything.”

      Rory handed the bear to Hannah. “Then why are you so nervous?”

      Heidi’s gaze dropped to Hannah. “All I know is that she loves that baby. She would never leave her for this long.”

      “You think something happened to her.” Rory swallowed hard, hoping to calm the gallop of her pulse.

      Heidi shook her head and shrugged. “I don’t know. I hope not. I just don’t know, okay? I’ve got to go back inside.”

      “You were close—”

      “Not really.”

      Desperately, she reached for Heidi’s arm. “You worked together.”

      Heidi yanked her arm free. “That doesn’t mean we were close.”

      “You belonged to the same gang.”

      “Club. It’s a motorcycle club.” Heidi’s eyes widened like that of a puppy who knew it was in trouble. “I’ll lose my job if I don’t go back in.”

      “Who are you afraid of?”

      Heidi’s face drooped as she jerked on the handle and the door squeaked open. “Nobody.”

      But Heidi said it so softly there was no mistaking the fear warbling beneath her assertion.

      And as the door slapped shut, Rory was beginning to think that Ace was right. Finding someone who wasn’t afraid to talk without having to ask Mike for permission might prove tougher than she thought. If the gang was a closed unit, then she had to find a way in.

      The roar of a motorcycle caught Rory’s attention. A blur of black-and-chrome sped by. Mike. Rory pushed the stroller toward the sidewalk and reached it in time to see the motorcycle turn onto the road where Mike’s garage was located. Ace worked there.

      “I think we’ll take a drive to the grocery store, Hannah.” Rory headed to the lot behind Felicia’s apartment building where she’d parked her rental. “Your mother provided for you, but the fridge is bare. I have a feeling Ace wouldn’t go for junior meat sticks.”

      The sinking anchor of defeat weighed her shoulders as she strapped Hannah in the car seat of the rental car. Then Hannah babbled a stream of nonsense at her, and in her niece’s open face, Rory recognized Felicia’s free spirit.

      These were singular circumstances. There wasn’t time to braid the usual strands of trust. Finding Felicia had to come before pride.

      Turkey, she decided as she started the car, a thick turkey sandwich. By the time Ace finished lunch he’d be sleepy with turkey-induced tryptophan and possibly a tad more malleable.

      HERE COMES TROUBLE, Ace thought as he watched Rory approach the shop, pushing Hannah in her stroller. With her dark-red jacket and no-nonsense stride, she reminded him again of a stick of dynamite. Even with her hair tied back into a severe bun, the escaping frizz gave enough hint of the potential energy stored in the compact package to cause a mess he didn’t need.

      Operation Hog offered a potentially large return for a small investment of his time. But not if his loyalties ended up split.

      She stuck her head through the door, looked around and wrinkled her nose at the smell of gasoline, oil and stale coffee that permeated the area despite the open doors. He tried to see the place through her eyes. The shop was small—about the size of a three-car garage. The walls hadn’t seen white in at least a decade. Classic rock blared from a boom box duct-taped to the wall. Three chassis were up on hydraulic lifts. Tools were spread out over every available surface. Everything