Her Stolen Son. Rita Herron

down the street.”

      Ah, Magnolia Manor, the orphanage. DFAC had obviously gotten involved.

      “But I runned away when they went in for lunch, cause I don’t wanna stay in jail, and Mommy shouldn’t be there either.” He squared his little shoulders. “Jail is for bad people, and my mommy is good. She didn’t kill nobody.”

      Colt took a moment to process the situation. “Where’s your father, Petey?”

      Petey looked down at his hands where they clenched the water bottle. “He was a policeman, but he got shot and he died.”

      Poor boy. And now his mother had been arrested.

      Petey’s chin quivered as he looked back up at Colt. “Will you get her out, Mr. Colt?”

      Colt stood. He didn’t know if the woman was innocent or guilty but he wanted more details on the matter. “Let me talk to her and we’ll see.”

      Petey jumped off the chair. “Then let’s go.”

      Colt knelt beside the boy. He wasn’t a babysitter. Hell, he didn’t know much about kids at all.

      In fact, he’d screwed up bad when he’d been left in charge of his own brother….

      But how could he refuse this little boy? “Petey, I’m sorry, bud, but the sheriff won’t allow children in the jail. One of my friends will stay with you here while I talk to your mom. All right?”

      “You won’t send me back to kid jail?” Petey touched his arm, his voice pleading.

      Colt winced. Petey’s hands were tiny, just like the rest of him. Yet he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

      He’d been fifteen when he’d lost his own dad and he’d felt that weight on his shoulders. A few months later, he’d failed and lost his brother, too.

      Petey was nowhere near that age. Still, he couldn’t lie to the child. He would have to call Magnolia Manor sooner or later. “Let me talk to your mom and then we’ll make a plan.”

      Petey nodded, his trusting acceptance sending a streak of guilt through Colt. Still, he went to get Derrick. Derrick could phone Brianna at the manor and smooth things over. She must be frantic.

      He hurried to Gage’s office, pausing at Derrick’s to ask him to join them.

      “What’s going on?” Gage asked.

      “This little boy just came into my office asking for my help. His name is Petey Stover.”

      Gage switched on the TV in the corner. “His mother was arrested. It’s all over the news.”

      Colt watched as the special news story aired.

      “This morning, Serena Stover, wife of former police officer Parker Stover of the Raleigh Police Department, was arrested for the murder of a man named Lyle Rice. Rice was supposedly killed at his home, but police have yet to recover the body. However, evidence quickly led the sheriff to Serena Stover’s door.”

      The camera zeroed in on Sheriff Gray handcuffing and escorting an attractive woman with long, curly, copper-colored hair from her home. She was arguing and protesting, trying to break free to reach her little boy.

      Petey was crying and kicking and shouting, determined to wrestle away from the deputy who was hauling him toward another vehicle. A woman Colt assumed to be the social worker was trying to soothe the boy, to no avail.

      The camera panned back to Serena as the sheriff pushed her into the back of his squad car. Tears streaked her big eyes as she turned and watched her son beating on the window, screaming her name.

      Colt’s gut clenched.

      “As you can see,” the reporter continued, “the arrest quickly became an emotional scene. However, the sheriff feels he has sufficient evidence and motive to move forward.”

      The camera panned back inside to focus on the crime scene. Massive amounts of blood stained the bedroom floor, and the sheets were blood splattered, one corner dragging the floor. A crime scene tech lifted the corner to reveal more blood.

      In fact, Serena’s name had been spelled in blood on the wood floor.

      “Police believe that Rice scribbled his killer’s name in his own blood before he died,” the news reporter continued. “More on this story as it develops…”

      “That’s not good,” Gage said.

      “If Serena killed Rice and got rid of the body, why wouldn’t she have cleaned up?” Colt asked with a frown. “Besides, she sure as hell wouldn’t have left her name there for the police to finger her.”

      “Maybe she was in a hurry and didn’t see it,” Gage suggested. “The name was covered by the sheet.”

      Colt shrugged, questions nagging at him.

      “Petey was taken to Magnolia Manor, Derrick,” Colt said. “Will you let Brianna know he’s here and safe?”

      Derrick nodded. “She’s probably frantic. I’ll call her right now.” Derrick stepped from the office to make the call.

      Gage drummed his fingers on the desk. “This isn’t our usual kind of case.”

      “I know,” Colt said. But something about the poor kid and that emotional scene had gotten to him. “The boy is so upset, though. And his story made sense. I’d like to at least talk to the woman.”

      Gage hesitated, then gave a nod. “All right. But be careful. And don’t make an enemy of the sheriff. So far, he’s cooperated with us on other cases. I’d like to keep it that way.”

      Colt agreed and headed back to Petey. He’d be civil to Sheriff Gray, but if he thought the man was wrong about Serena, he wouldn’t hesitate to rattle some cages.

      There was no way he’d sit by and let him railroad a single mother away from her child if she was innocent.

      SERENA STARED at the ink on her fingertips, still stunned that she had been arrested, fingerprinted and was locked in a cell.

      Not that it was the first time. But she’d thought her juvenile record was sealed.

      She had to get out. The first chance she had, she’d make a break for it. Then she’d find Petey and get him and run.

      What kind of life would that be for him, Serena? Hiding out, always making up new names, always afraid…

      No, she couldn’t do that to her son.

      Poor little Petey. He’d been through so much the last two years. His father’s murder. Their move to Sanctuary because she’d wanted a nice small town where they could both heal. And they both had started to heal.

      Then her friend from work had encouraged her to start dating. A huge mistake.

      Lyle Rice had been a charmer at first, then turned into a snake. When the arrogant animal had pushed Petey, she had wanted to kill him.

      But she hadn’t, dammit.

      And she couldn’t run either. She’d given up that life when she’d married Parker. She’d vowed to give Petey a more stable life than she’d had….

      Footsteps pounded, the shadow of movement in the hall indicating the sheriff or his deputy had returned. She’d requested her phone call, but the truth was, she didn’t even know the name of a good lawyer to call.

      Of course, the state would give her a public defender, but she’d had one of those before and that had ended with her in a juvenile facility.

      Suddenly the sheriff appeared, along with a broad-shouldered man with hair as black as coal and eyes just as black. He looked powerful, lethal even, with a strong, square jaw and arms that were as big as her legs.

      Definitely an alpha guy who was accustomed to being in control. And judging from his short haircut, muscular