The Marshal's Justice. Delores Fossen

working for took her. Around midnight two masked gunmen broke into my house, held me at gunpoint and demanded to know where Quentin was. When I said I didn’t know, they kidnapped the baby.”

      A sound came deep from within his chest. Not a good sound, either. Pure anger. “And you didn’t call me?”

      She’d braced herself for the question, and the anger. Or so she’d thought. Hard to brace herself, though, for that kind of emotion.

      “The kidnapper said if I contacted you, anyone in your family or anyone in law enforcement, I’d never see the baby again.” She hadn’t wanted to believe that, but April hadn’t been able to dismiss it, either. “They said they’d be in touch soon and left.”

      “So, you called Deanne instead.” Chase didn’t sound happy about that at all. Of course, nothing about this situation was going to make him happy.

      “Yes, I thought it would be safe for her to come. I figured no one would be trailing Deanne to get to me. Especially after things ended so badly between us.”

      Well, it’d ended badly between Deanne and April’s brother anyway. Deanne had been the one to turn Quentin in. Of course, in doing so Deanne had turned in April, as well.

      “As a CI, Deanne dealt with dangerous thugs like the ones who took the baby,” April explained. “And she did come right away when I called her.”

      “Because she felt guilty for what happened,” Chase supplied. “She shouldn’t have. Both Quentin and you made your own beds.”

      Since it was true and there was no way to make Chase see the legal shades of gray that had gotten her to that point, April just continued with her explanation. “I waited for a ransom demand, or any kind of communication from the kidnappers. And about an hour and a half ago, someone finally called and said for me to come to the Appaloosa Creek Bridge, that there’d be instructions for getting the baby back.”

      Chase didn’t come out and tell her she’d been stupid, but what he felt was written all over his face.

      A face that shared a lot of features with their daughter.

      Same light brown hair. Same deep blue eyes. It both broke April’s heart and warmed it to see those features on her precious baby.

      “I guess Deanne got spooked and called me?” Chase asked.

      Chase was not going to like this, either. “Not quite. When I got to the bridge, the kidnapper was waiting for me. The same one you just killed. But he said he wouldn’t give me the baby unless you came to the bridge, too. I tried to talk him out of that, but he insisted it was the only way.”

      She’d been right. Chase didn’t like that. Because it meant she had lured him there.

      “So, you had Deanne make the call,” Chase said.

      April nodded. “I knew if I called, you’d have too many questions, and I wouldn’t have had time to get into it. Like now.” She paused. “Are your brothers on the way?”

      Chase didn’t jump to respond, but he did follow her as she approached Deanne’s body. “Yeah. They should be here any minute. How safe are we out here?” He took out his phone and fired off a text. To one of his brothers, no doubt, so they could find them in these woods.

      “I’m not sure if it’s safe at all,” she admitted. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t wanted to get you involved in this, but I didn’t have a choice.”

      “You had choices. Everybody does.”

      They weren’t just talking about the baby now but her past. A past that Chase was probably sorry had included him.

      “Now tell me what the hell happened here,” he insisted.

      She would. But where to start? The past sixteen hours had been one nightmare after another. Though Chase would want to know the details prior to that. Especially one detail.

      The baby.

      The one they’d conceived nine months ago when they’d had to face yet another nightmare. Landing in bed with him had been a lapse in judgment. Or Chase would consider it a lapse, anyway. Yes, they’d been attracted to each other since they first met, but Chase considered her a common criminal. And in many ways, he was right.

      “I gave birth two months early,” she said.

      April tried to rein in her emotions. The fear. The hatred for the person who’d put all of this in motion. Hard to rein in anything, though, when she knelt beside Deanne and touched her.

      Dead.

      Of course, she already knew that, but it sickened her to confirm it for herself. The tears came. No way to stop them, but she tried to brush them away. Later, she’d grieve for the woman who’d lost her life way too soon and had died trying to help April.

      Later, April would do a lot of things.

      After she figured out how to untangle this mess that could cost her the baby.

      Chase knelt, too. So they were face-to-face. And even though he tossed some glares at her, he continued to keep watch around them.

      Always the lawman.

      A good lawman, too. For all the good it’d done. It hadn’t been good enough to help Deanne or their daughter today.

      “Why didn’t you have someone call me and tell me you’d had the baby?” he snapped.

      Yet another long story, and she was already dealing with too much to bring those memories this close to the surface. “Bailey...that’s what I named her...was a preemie, and at first she had trouble breathing on her own. She had to spend most of the time since her birth in a neonatal unit. It was touch-and-go there for a while, but she’s fine now.”

      At least April prayed she was.

      And the possibility that she wasn’t fine brought on the tears again. Sweet heaven, she was so tired of crying. So tired of being terrified. So tired of not having her precious baby in her arms.

      “That doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me.” Chase’s tone didn’t soften despite the tears, but he finally cursed and slid his hand over her back. For a very brief moment. Probably in an attempt to comfort her.

      Too bad it didn’t work.

      April figured she could use some serious comforting right now, but comfort wasn’t going to help her find the baby.

      “I didn’t tell you at first because I didn’t want to risk anyone following you to the hospital,” she said. “Because I delivered so early, we didn’t have nearly enough security in place for you to come running to me.”

      It was the truth. But it wouldn’t be a truth that Chase wanted to hear. Soon, he’d press her for a better explanation.

      But that had to wait.

      “The gunman and I left our cars by the Appaloosa Creek Bridge,” April told him. So that’s the direction she headed. “Maybe there’s something inside his car that’ll help me find Bailey.”

      “Not me. Us. You’re not looking for Bailey alone.”

      He hesitated when saying their daughter’s name, the way someone would hesitate when pronouncing a foreign word. Maybe because he was just getting accustomed to the idea of fatherhood.

      An idea that he’d struggled with for months.

      Now, here it was, slugging him in the face. Crushing him, too. Because it was certainly crushing her.

      “Maybe the baby is in the kidnapper’s car?” Chase suggested.

      “No. Believe me, I checked. I even looked in the trunk when he opened it to take out an extra gun and some ammo.” There’d been absolutely no sign of the baby.

      Chase walked in step beside her. “What about Deanne—was she faking being afraid so she could lure me here? Or was the gunman actually