Family Ties

I am really excited about my new series featuring the Hathaway Sisters. It has mystery, romance, multilayered family dynamics, and a story with heart. For a preview of book 1 continue on to the end after the introduction to the series.

Family Ties all began with Denver and Dixie Hathaway, a hippie couple who met in 1962. They married and had a daughter Daisy, who settled down with a man named Jagger and had five daughters: Hayden, Harper, Haley, Harlow, and Haven. Family ties is a series about the Hathaway sisters, each who will stumble into their own mystery on the way to their own family connection.


Book 1 in the series features Harper Hathaway, a former member of the armed services who is on her way home to Moosehead Minnesota after suffering a personal tragedy. Her plans to enjoy a relaxing road trip are upended when a puppy runs onto the road alerting her to a vehicle which had been in an accident but is not visible from the road. Her attempt to avoid hitting the puppy lands her in the ditch herself. Unharmed she tries to help the occupants of the vehicle which include a man, a woman, and a baby. The driver of the vehicle demands that she hide the baby who, as it turns out, is being sought by powerful men intent on harming her. In order to protect the baby, and find a way out of the mess she has gotten herself into, Harper calls her old friend Ben Holiday, a former cop and current PI, who hooks her up with his friend Michael Maddox, a computer genius with a particular skill set that will aide Harper in her quest to bring the baby to safety.

With the men who are searching for the baby on their heels, Harper and Michael set off across the country with the baby and the puppy, and a desire in their hearts, to find the answers they’ll need to ensure the safety of the child.


Preview of Harper:

Harper Hathaway glanced at the San Francisco skyline as it faded into the distance, with the conviction that of all the Hathaway sisters, she was going to go down in family history as having made the biggest mess of her life. Not that making a mess of her life had been what she’d set out to do fourteen years ago when she’d fled her hometown of Moosehead Minnesota feeling lost and alone in a sea of family and friends. She’d recently graduated high school and had been expected to come up with a plan as to what to do with her life, which at the time seemed pretty overwhelming. In spite of a family who loved her, a boyfriend who wanted to marry her, and a grade point average which would have landed her a spot in most any college in the country, she’d had absolutely no idea who or what she wanted to be. So after weeks of sleepless nights and angst filled days, she’d hitched her wagon to the first opportunity she stumbled upon, and joined the Army after a recruiter made a cold call to a young woman who actually was looking for a life of meaningful adventure in addition to a career.

Looking back things had worked out okay. At least for a time. Yes she’d missed her family and those first years overseas were some of the hardest she’d ever known, but she seemed to have a skill set and personality type that fit well with the lifestyle presented to her, and she’d risen through the ranks at a speed that at times had left her downright dizzy. When it time came to re-up after her first tour, she hadn’t even considered other options, and happily signed on the dotted line. By the time her second contract was complete she was on the fast track to a career with the Special Forces, but by the time she’d completed her third contract, she’d seen enough death and destruction to last a lifetime. She knew in her heart she was ready to try something different and had considered going home to Moosehead, but then she met Eric Palmer, a scuba diving instructor with a taste for treasure hunting, a bit of wanderlust, and big dreams for the future. Making a decision to follow the man and his passion, she moved to San Diego, became a certified scuba diver, and then followed Eric from one exotic location to the next. Not only did they travel the world in search of the ultimate dive site but they joined salvage operations along the way. For a brief period in time, she’d really had it all: An exciting life that challenged her both physically and intellectually, a fiancé on the same life path that she had grown to love, and a bright future limited only by what she could imagine. Then six months ago her perfect world came tumbling down when her fiancé was killed while diving on a wreck in Cozumel and she’d lost her will to continue down the path they’d chosen to walk together. So one hundred and sixty nine months, two weeks, and eight days after she’d left her home in pursuit of a new life, she found herself returning to Minnesota the same lost and alone mess she was on the day she’d left.

As she veered from the freeway onto the narrow coastal highway which would take her north, she felt her mood lighten. As a teen she’d felt stifled in such a small town but now that her life was such a mess she realized that after fourteen years out in the world, a large farm perched on a private lake seemed like the optimal place to regroup and heal. As she navigated the narrow winding road that hugged the rocky shoreline, she tried not to think about what she had lost. She knew in her heart if she was going to ever be able to move forward she had to find a way to stop looking back at what might have been.

After she had driven for several hours, the open coastline gave way to the dense forest of the redwoods. Without the crashing waves to set the mood, her mind began to wander and the fatigue she had been holding at bay began to creep into her consciousness. Deciding that what she really needed was a diversion she reached forward to switch on the radio. She was momentarily distracted as she searched for a station which is probably why she didn’t see the dog that darted onto the road until a split second before it ran in front of her. She slammed on her breaks and turned the wheel hard to the left. She somehow managed to guide the vehicle to a stop but not before she lost control of the vehicle and slid into the drainage ditch that bordered the road. Her heart pounded a mile a minute by the time she came to a full stop.

“Oh god.” she put her hand over her chest. She wasn’t hurt, and while the car was going to need to be towed, she didn’t think it was badly damaged. She put her hand on the latch and opened the driver’s side door. Taking a deep breath to steady shaky knees, she slowly climbed out. She was pretty sure she was fine but the dog… Oh god the dog. She looked around the area and didn’t see a dog injured or otherwise. She didn’t think she’d hit him. She slowly made her way up the embankment and looked around. She couldn’t see the dog but after a moment she heard him whimpering from the other side of the road. The sun had set and the sky was beginning to grow dim so she pulled on her jacket, grabbed the flashlight she kept for emergencies, and jogged across the road. “Are you okay?”

The yellow Labrador, which was really no more than a puppy, continued to whine so she walked slowly forward. “I won’t hurt you,” she said in a soft voice. “I just want to help.” The pup didn’t move but he didn’t attack either so she took a few more steps. Not only had she grown up on a farm, but her mother was a veterinarian. She’d lived around animals her entire life and generally knew how to calm them. She could see that this one was scared but he also seemed to want her to help.

“I’m going to come closer,” she said in a soft voice.

The dog watched her warily but didn’t move toward her. When she was within a few feet of him he moved away. She took a few more steps. He moved a few of his own. She supposed at some point he must have decided that she was going to follow since he limped down the embankment and into the dense forest. He hadn’t gone far when she noticed something blue. A car. The dog had led her to a car which must have veered off the road. There was still steam coming from the engine compartment so she had to assume the accident had recently occurred.

She made her way toward the car as fast as the steep terrain would allow slipping only once on the muddy ground. When she reached the car she headed directly to the open driver’s side door and looked inside. There was a man in the driver’s seat with a large gash on his head who was still buckled in. He appeared to be unconscious. She looked into the interior of the vehicle to find a woman in the passenger seat. She likewise appeared to be unconscious. Taking a quick peek into the rear of the vehicle she noticed a baby strapped into a car seat.

“A baby,” she said a little too loudly. She must have startled the dog since he began to bark aggressively. “It’s okay,” she said in a gentler voice. “I’m going to go around to the back and open the door so she can see what needs to be done. Okay?”

The dog stopped barking but didn’t move from the position he had taken up near the open driver’s side door. When she arrived at the back door Harper assured the dog once again that he could trust her. She opened the door and gently ran her hands over the baby who was awake and appeared to be unharmed. She unstrapped the car seat, lifted the baby out, and cradled the whimpering infant it in her arms. “It’s okay. I have you now. It’s okay. I’m going to get help.”

She walked back around to the front of the vehicle to check on the driver. She felt for a pulse and he opened his eyes. “The baby,” he gasped. “You need to hide the baby.”

“Hide the baby?”

“Hurry. You must leave now. Don’t trust anyone.”

She froze in indecision. The man had lost a lot of blood. She had to wonder if he was delirious. She looked toward the woman in the passenger seat. “The baby’s mother?”

The man nodded. “Dead. Now hurry. Take the diaper bag. It is up to you to keep the baby safe.”

She looked down at the infant in her arms. He or she appeared to have drifted off. She didn’t feel right about leaving the man and woman in the car and was trying to make up her mind about the options available to her, when she heard another car on the road. She wasn’t sure why she made the decision to hide. Instinct she supposed. One minute she was contemplating the idea of calling 911, and the next she was heading toward the cover of the trees with the baby cradled snuggly in her arms and the long handle of the diaper bag draped over her shoulder. The puppy who seemed to have settled down now that she had the baby, trailed along behind her.

After a few minutes of searching for an adequate hiding space, she found an outcropping of rocks, which combined with the darkening sky, seemed to provide a sufficient amount of cover. She tightened one arm around the baby, caressed the puppy with the other, crouched down as low as she could manage, and watched as a man in a highway patrol uniform hiked down the embankment, walked over to the car, said something to the driver, took out a gun, and shot him. The pup began to growl. She shushed him and then watched as the patrolman walked around the vehicle and shot the woman in the passenger seat, although, according to the driver of the vehicle, she’d already been dead. The accident didn’t appear to have been serious enough to have been responsible for the woman’s death, so Harper had to assume she had died prior to the accident from an injury or illness. After he shot the woman in the passenger seat, the officer opened the back door and stuck a head inside. She held her breath when she realized that he must have been looking for the baby. After rooting around in the rear of the vehicle for a moment, he took several steps away from the vehicle and looked around the area.

Her heart pounded as she continued to crouch behind the rocks calming the puppy and whispering to the baby. It was a cold day in February and the blanket that someone had wrapped the baby in really wasn’t all that heavy so she unzipped her jacket, slipped the baby inside, then scrunched down even smaller and waited. The puppy climbed into her lap providing an extra layer of warmth for the baby as the man in the uniform continued to search the immediate area. The tall thin man with dark hair and a crooked nose, took several steps in her direction, pausing only a few yards from the rocks where they were hiding. If not for her military training she was certain she would have screamed or fainted or both. The baby let out a tiny cry so she tightened her arms around the bundle she’d nestled to her chest and prayed the puppy would remain quiet and the baby would go back to sleep.

After a few minutes the man headed back toward the vehicle for a second look, he opened both the trunk and the engine compartment, rooted around, circled back toward them, and then pulled out his phone and spoke in a deep voice. “Agent Beaverton is dead as is the witness. The baby is gone and there is no sign of the ledger. There is a car in the ditch just off the road. I assume that the driver of the car found our target and went for help. I’m going to see if there is ID inside the vehicle. The driver can’t have gotten far.”

Harper watched as the man turned and headed back toward the road. After he’d driven away, she scooted out from behind the rocks and let out a long breath of relief before the puppy, baby, and she slowly made their way back toward her car. It was almost completely dark by this point and getting colder by the minute. She knew she needed to get help but her car was disabled, and a quick search of her vehicle confirmed that the man who had shot the occupants of the vehicle carrying the baby had taken her purse and her phone, as well as her vehicle registration.

“Okay this can’t be good,” she mumbled. She supposed it made sense to stay with the vehicle. Someone would come along eventually. Of course the man who had been with the baby said not to trust anyone and it had been a man in a highway patrolman’s uniform who had shot and killed him in cold blood. Maybe waiting with the car wasn’t the best idea. She’d been heading toward a small town she knew was just north of her position when the accident had occurred. The town was still quite a ways off but she’d driven this road before and she seemed to remember a rundown little motel attached to a gas station and a small eatery not all that far up the road. Of course staying in a motel so close to the spot where her car had been disabled might not be the smartest thing to do given the fact that there was at least one man she knew of looking for the baby she’d tucked beneath her jacket. Still, staying with the car was probably the worst thing she could do at this point, so she began to walk along the side of the road with the baby in her arms and the puppy trailing along beside her. The baby hadn’t been very active since she’d plucked it from its car seat. This, she had to admit, worried her. Had it been hurt in the accident in spite of the lack of blood? He or she had been strapped into a high quality infant car carrier which appeared to have shielded the tiny thing from the worst of the impact, but she supposed the infant could have sustained internal injuries. She really didn’t have a lot of options at this point so she hiked the diaper bag more firmly over her shoulder and continued to walk, praying all the while, that a solution to her current dilemma would present itself before it was too late.

“Closed for the season.” she groaned as she read the sign nailed to the front of the motel, gas station, and eatery, she’d remembered. It had taken her forty minutes of steady walking to arrive at this point and she didn’t remember there being another town for a good twenty to thirty miles. She needed to get the baby inside and out of the cold so making a quick decision, she made her way over to the small motel and used the multi-use knife she always kept in her pocket to break into one of the rooms furthest away from the road. Once the puppy, baby and she were inside, she tried the lights, but the electricity had been turned off. She used the flashlight she still had in her pocket to provide at least a modicum of light. She unzipped her jacket, removed the bundled up baby, and laid it on the bed. The puppy jumped up onto the bed and laid down next to it.

“Hey sweetie, how are you doing?” She cooed to the child.

The baby opened its eyes.

“I know that you are probably wet and hungry. Hopefully there will be supplies in the bag to take care of both those problems.”

She slid the diaper bag off her shoulder and then emptied it onto the bed. A package of diapers, baby wipes, a can of powdered formula, several bottles of purified water, a couple of pairs of warm pajamas, and a thumb drive? Everything made sense except the thumb drive. She slipped the drive into her pocket, and then unwrapped the baby from the blanket. She took off the wet diaper to find that her traveling companion was a little girl. She quickly changed the baby’s diaper, then dressed her in the warmest pajama’s she could find. Once she was clean and dry, she wrapped her in the blanket she’d found her in and then pulled the blanket from the bed over her as well. Harper really had no way of knowing when the baby had last been fed, but her tiny little whimper seemed like a feed me sort of whimper, so she read the instructions on the can of formula, mixed up a bottle, then held it to the baby’s lips. She took a single suck then began to cry. The bottle was ice cold and having had three younger sisters she did remember that babies liked to have their bottle heated. She made sure the baby was tucked securely onto the bed then went into the bathroom praying for hot water. Just because the electricity was off that didn’t mean the gas was off as well.

She held her breath as she turned on the faucet. The water was ice cold at first but after a moment it did begin to warm up. She filled the basin with hot water then held the bottle in the water until the formula felt warm. She made her way back to the bed, arranged the pillows against the headboard, and then leaned into them as she cradled the baby in her arms. Thankfully she devoured the bottle as the puppy snuggled in next to them and fell fast asleep.

“So what on earth have you gotten yourself into?” She asked the tiny baby as she suckled the bottle. “You seem a little young to have made enemies, yet there do seem to be some really bad people after you.” She remembered the man in the uniform. “Or at least a really bad man.” She wondered if the man who shot the accident survivor was a dirty cop or if he was simply an assassin who had stolen a uniform. The man who had been traveling with the baby had told her not to trust anyone, which led her to believe that he knew that whomever was after the baby had connections in high places.

Once the baby fell asleep, she tucked her under the covers and then got up and took a look around the room. She needed a plan that included something other than just sitting around waiting for the dirty cop to find them. She wasn’t even sure it was safe to stay in the room until morning, although taking the baby out into the chilly night air wasn’t really an option either, so she supposed her best bet at this point was to hunker in and wait for sunrise. The question was, what then?

She didn’t have her phone, ID, wallet, credit cards, or bank card. The man in the car had said to trust no one, but she did have people in her life she knew she could trust. Her mother, grandmother, and four sisters would all help her in a minute, but she didn’t want to drag any of them into whatever was going on until she figured out exactly what was going on. She knew the man in the CHP uniform had taken her registration but the address on the registration was that of her old apartment in San Diego. Still, the man did have her name and she was afraid that once the man with the gun figured out who she was, he would be able to backtrack and find her family in Minnesota so perhaps she should warn them. The problem was that she didn’t know how to warn them without worrying them.

She paced around the room as she tried to work out her options. Thinking of her family made her think of her hometown of Moosehead Minnesota, and there was one person in Moosehead she knew she could trust and she knew would have the skill set needed to do exactly what needed to be done. Ben Holiday was a private investigator and an ex-cop. He had moved to Moosehead at some point after she had moved away and was currently married to an old high school friend: Holly Thompson. Or at least she had been Holly Thompson before he she married the handsome PI, opened a foster care home, and built a family. Harper had met Ben three years ago while she was living in San Diego. He’d been hired to track down a missing teenager who’d last been seen near Coronado Island. Holly knew that she lived in the area and suggested that Ben contact her for help with the search. In the end she had helped him track down the missing teen and in the process she knew she’d made a lifelong friend.

The more Harper thought about it, the more she realized that contacting Ben was her best bet. Now she just needed to figure out how to contact him without a phone. A quick search of the room confirmed that there wasn’t a phone in the room but maybe the office? The electricity had been off but the gas had been left on so perhaps the phone had been left on as well. It would make sense the phone would remain in service so that those who called the motel unaware that it was closed for the season could leave a message on the answering machine, which she bet, was the sort of messaging system this old motel used.

She walked over to the bed to check on the baby who was still sleeping next to the puppy. Making a quick decision, she grabbed her pocket knife and flashlight, and then headed out into the cold night air. The motel office was just off the highway so she knew she’d need to be careful not to be seen, but while the area was popular with hikers and campers during the summer, the place was all but deserted on a cold night in February.

She had just left the shelter of the room at the back of the lot and had started across the pavement when a set of headlights appeared from the south. She quickly dunked in behind a large redwood, where she waited until the car drove by. Once it had passed she continued toward the office and café. She was just passing the gas pumps when another set of headlights appeared on the horizon. Apparently she’d been wrong about the place being deserted. She dunked behind one of the pumps and watched as a CHP vehicle slowed and then pulled into the lot. She froze as the car pulled up in front of the motel office. A tall man got out and walked over to the door. It wasn’t the same man she had seen shoot the two car accident victims, but not knowing who to trust, she stayed put. The man knocked on the door and then tried the lock. He shone his flashlight around the area, missing her hiding spot by inches. He walked back to the car and then pulled out a handheld radio. “Redwood Junction is clear. The place is locked up tight and there is no sign of the driver of the vehicle or the baby. I’ll continue to keep my eyes open. They can’t have gotten far unless the driver managed to hitch a ride.”

The man took one last look around, got into his car, and then drove away. She let out the breath she’d been holding since he pulled into the lot. She figured she was safe for now but come daylight it would be a different story all together. After making sure there were no other headlights in either direction she ran to the front door of the motel office. She quickly picked the lock and then slipped inside. She knew she couldn’t risk a light, even the light from the flashlight, so she felt around until she found the desk where she suspected she’d find the phone. She let out a long breath of relief when she got a dial tone. She momentarily wondered of using the phone might somehow give away her location, but at this point she needed a way out of this mess so she took a chance and dialed the familiar number.

She listened as the line was answered by a recording. “You have reached Holiday Investigations. We are currently unavailable or on another line, but if you leave your name and number someone will call you back.”

“Ben this is Harper Hathaway. I need help. Don’t call my cell or text or try to reach me using any of my known contact information. I’m going to try your cell. If that doesn’t work I’ll try back in a half hour.”

She hung up, and then dialed Ben’s cell.

“Harper,” I just got your message. I was hoping you’d try the cell. What’s going on?”

She explained about the accident, the baby, the warning issued by the man in the car, and the uniformed officer who had shot him.

“Wow.” Ben paused. “I’m not even sure what to say. I can’t imagine what is going on that would cause a highway patrolman to shoot a man and woman in cold blood.”

“There was a thumb drive in the diaper bag that might explain what is going on but I don’t have a way to read it. I’m not sure what to do. I don’t have transportation, ID, or money, and the man who had been with the baby said not to trust anyone. After seeing a man in uniform shoot the couple who had been with the baby with my own eyes I’m hesitant to call 911. I don’t think that staying here is an option. The highway patrol seem to be checking on the place. It is cold and damp and I am traveling with a puppy and an infant. I need help and I need it fast.”

Ben paused for a moment and then replied. “I have a friend. Michael Maddox. He is a tech whiz and we have worked together on a few cases in the past. He is actually in California this month setting up a security system for financial planning firm. I’m going to give him a call. If he is still in the same location he was when I last spoke to him, he should be able to get to you in five or six hours.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “That would be great.”

“Since I can’t call you, how about you call me back in thirty minutes.”


Michael Maddox pulled into the lot of his hotel. He’d been in California for a month now and was beginning to feel the tug in his chest calling him home. Not that he really minded that his job as a cyber security consultant and software developer took him all over the world, but after a month on the road he always felt the urge to head back to Minnesota. Today was his last day on this particular job so it wouldn’t be long before he was be able to leave the temperate climate of Central California for the subzero temperatures found in the north.

With the completion of this job he was basically unemployed for the next six weeks. He was sure he could rustle something up if he really wanted to, but it had been a while since he’d had time to simply relax. Maybe he’d take some time off and enjoy the rest of the winter. It been eons since he’d gone ice fishing. Maybe he’d call his friend Ben Holiday. It had been forever since the two of them had taken a guy’s trip. Of course, Michel acknowledged, Ben was a busy man. Not only was he married to a popular advice columnist who traveled for work almost as often as he did, but the couple had built a blended family consisting of biological children, adopted children, and foster children, that appeared to keep him on his toes.

He turned off his ignition and was beginning to gather his belongings when his phone rang. He answered without bothering to check his caller ID. “Maddox here.”

“Michael its Megan.”

Michael smiled at the sound of his middle sister’s voice. “Meg, how are you?”

“Busy. I only have a minute but I wanted to call to make sure you’ve made your travel reservations.”

“Travel reservations?”

“Mom and dad’s anniversary. You do remember? You promised.”

He did remember although for the life of him he’d been trying to forget. “I know I promised but I’m in California on a job. It’s taking longer than I anticipated. I don’t think I’m going to make it back in time.”

“Not making it back is not an option,” Megan insisted in a stern voice. “Neither Macy nor Marley are going to make it back which means that it is up to you and me.”

Michael winced. He did feel bad about missing his parent’s anniversary party yet again but he really, really, didn’t want to go home.

“Please Michael,” He couldn’t help but hear the desperation in her voice. “I’m counting on you to be there.”

“You know how busy I am?” Michael tried.

“Really?” He could hear the desperation turn to anger. “You are going to use the I’m busy excuse with your younger sister, who is not only doing a demanding surgical rotation as part of her pediatric residency at one of the most demanding hospital’s in the country, but is actively applying for jobs at every major hospital in the world, and is planning the entire anniversary party by herself?”

Michel groaned. She had him there. “Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll be home. I promise. Will it just be you and I and mom and dad?”

“No. Matthew and Julia will be there as well.”

Michael didn’t reply. In spite of Megan’s effort to keep the family together it did seem like there had been one obstacle after another. First there was Maddie and then there was Julia. Totally different situations, but family dividers all the same.”

“I know that Matthew attending the party is the real reason you don’t want to come,” Megan continued. “And I know you have a good reason to want to avoid him, but this isn’t about you. It is about finding a way to be a family in spite of our challenges, and it is the parents who sacrificed a lot when we were growing up so that we could follow the dreams we were destined to develop as adults.”

Michael hung his head. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make the reservations tonight. I’ll call you later with the details.”

“Thanks,” Megan sighed in relief. “I know this is difficult for you.”

“It’s not difficult,” Michael lied. “In fact I’m totally over it. So how is the job hunt going?” He wanted desperately to move the subject away from his twin brother and ex-fiancé.

“Slowly. I am more than qualified for every job I have applied for. And I have excellent references. The problem is the other applicants who have applied for these same jobs are equally qualified. Maybe even more qualified. I have to admit that I am beginning to become discouraged. I really hoped to have a job to go to when my residency was done in May.”

“I know it’s tough but I know the perfect job is waiting for you. Maybe you just haven’t stumbled across it.”

“I love your optimism but I don’t think my lack of stumbling is the reason I haven’t even been granted an interview.” Meg groaned. “Perhaps I should lower my standards. I really thought I would be able to snag one of the elite jobs I’ve always dreamed of, but elite jobs tend to attract elite candidates, of which there are a lot more than I initially imagined.”

“Hang in there sis. The perfect job is out there.”

“Easy for you to say. You’ve somehow managed to do a wonderful job of stumbling your way through life without so much as a plan. I, on the other hand, have adhered to a rigid set of goals and objectives since I was a teenager and where has it gotten me?”

“A residency at one of the best hospitals in the country.”

Meg laughed. “I guess you are right. Enough with the whining. I’m really looking forward to seeing you. We all are.”

“And I’m looking forward to seeing you as well.” Michael looked at his screen when his cell beeped. “Listen I have to go. Ben is on the other line.”

“You’ll make the reservations. Tonight.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Don’t let me down big bro. I’m counting on you.”

“I’ll be there with bells on. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Michael hung up with Megan and answered Ben’s call. “Ben I was just thinking about you.”

“You were?”

Michael glanced at the first drops of rain as they landed on his windshield. “I’ve finished up here and am planning to head home in the next day or two. Are you up for some ice fishing?”

“I am. But first I need a favor. A big favor.”


Harper decided to head back and check on the baby while she waited. She let herself out the door, locked it behind her just in case, and then paused and considered the small café. It was closed for the season but they may have left something behind. If nothing else she really wanted to find something for the puppy. She pulled out her knife, picked the lock, and then slipped inside. She headed to the kitchen to find that the cabinets were bare, with the exception of a few canned items. When she came across the can of Spam, she figured that would work for the puppy, so she grabbed it along with a can of peaches, then slipped out of the café, locked the door, and sprinted across the dark lot toward the room where she’d left the sleeping dog and infant.

“I have food,” she said to the pup, who raised his head and wagged his tail when she came in. The baby was still sleeping peacefully, so she used her knife to access both the Spam and peaches. The pup inhaled the food without even stopping to chew, and then jumped back onto the bed, curled up with the baby, and went back to sleep. She plucked one of the peaches out of the heavy syrup and nibbled on it, but her appetite was pretty much nonexistent, so she set the can aside. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do if Ben’s friend was no longer in the area of if he was unable to help her for some reason. Both her experience in the Army and her life as a scuba diver and treasure hunter had taught her to think on her feet whatever the situation. And she was good at doing just that, in most cases. But in most cases she didn’t have a baby and a puppy to think about.

She drew the curtains closed except for a small sliver she could peek through. Shutting out the natural light provided by the moon made the room even darker but she had no way of knowing if the patrolman who had been by earlier would come by again and she wasn’t taking any chances. She knew that it was vital to any good plan to have an escape route. She’d chosen the room on the end which featured a small window in the bathroom the others rooms didn’t appear to have. It would be a tight squeeze to get herself, the baby, and the puppy through the narrow opening, but if push came to shove that was exactly what she would do.

Taking the thumb drive out of her pocket she looked at it. She didn’t have her computer or any other way to read it but she felt it might be the key to everything that was going on. There had been an ancient computer in the office but without electricity to run it, its presence did her little good.

She froze as a car pulled into the lot. She crossed the room and peeked out the window. It was a dark colored minivan. Chances are the van belonged to a passing motorist who remembered the small travel stop and had hoped to find gas or lodging. The van sat in the lot for two or three minutes and then continued on.

Harper didn’t have her phone or a watch so she had no way to keep track of time, but after a period she assumed could be thirty minutes passed, she checked on the baby and the puppy, both of whom were still sleeping, then let herself out of the room and headed toward the office. She picked up the phone and dialed Ben’s number.

“Everything is set,” He said once he answered. “Michael was just getting back to his hotel when I called. He is going to grab a few things and then will be on the road heading in your direction within thirty minutes. The traffic should be light at this time of day so he estimates he should be there in about six hours. He won’t be able to call you but I am going to give you his cell number so you can check in with him if need be.”

“Okay great.” She rooted around for a pen and paper and took down the number.

“It’s nine o’clock now so look for him at around three.”

“What make, model, and color of car will he be driving?”

“Black Range Rover with Minnesota plates.”

“Okay, I’ll look for him. And thanks Ben. I don’t know what I would have done if you couldn’t have helped. I’m usually pretty good at taking care of myself but with an infant and a puppy I’m afraid I’m just a bit out of my depth.”

“How is the baby?”

“She seems okay, which is actually amazing since she can’t be more than a few days old and she was just involved in a serious accident. The car seat she was strapped into was a quality seat and the car didn’t look as if had rolled, which may be why she appears to be unharmed.”

“Is she eating?”

“She is. She is not a fan of a cold bottle but the gas is still on so I used warm tap water to heat it.”

She listened as Ben let out a breath. “That’s good. I’ll feel better once Michael gets there. He is a good guy and you can trust him. The fact that a CHP officer seems to be involved in whatever is going on has me worried but I guess we’ll just take things one challenge at a time until we can work through a solution.”

“It will be fine,” She said even though she didn’t necessarily believe it. “I should get back to the room to check on the baby.”

“Before you go I want you to describe the highway patrolman you saw shoot the occupants of the vehicle. I’m going to see if I can track down his identity.”

“Tall. Over six feet. Short dark hair. Thin. Crooked nose, which looked to have been broken in the past.” Harper paused and thought about it. “I didn’t get a real close look so I can’t tell you his eye color. I guess the crooked nose is going to be the best clue I can provide.”

“Okay. I’ll see what I can find out. Be careful and check in when you can.”

She rung off, and then slipped out of the office and headed back toward the room where she’d left the baby and puppy. The puppy indicated that he wanted to go out, so she took a quick peek at the baby, who was still sleeping, then took the pup out behind the building in the event that a car came down the road. She really, really, hoped that the highway patrol wouldn’t be back by, but at this point she couldn’t be certain.

After the puppy had done his thing she returned to the room and tried to get some rest. She fed and changed the baby again at around eleven o’clock. After the baby settled in and went back to sleep, she took the puppy out one more time, and then laid down next to both of them. She tucked the baby in next to her chest, and the puppy settled on her other side. She was sure the baby at least would be warm in spite of the fact that the room was not equipped with a heat source. She must have fallen asleep at some point in spite of the fact that she’d intended to stay awake. When she noticed the headlights shining in through the window she assumed it was Michael. When she got up and peeked out of the small opening in the curtain and noticed the CHP vehicle, she almost had a heart attack. Hopefully the man or woman who had stopped would take a quick look around and then continue on.

The drapes were drawn so other than the small scene visible through the crack in the middle she really couldn’t see much. She looked at the pup who had started to growl. “Do not bark.” she glanced at the bathroom behind her. The baby was still asleep but she knew if the pup barked he would give them away for sure. She gently picked up the baby, grabbed the diaper bag, called to the puppy, and moved everyone to the bathroom. She closed the door except for a crack she could peek through. She could hear that the person who had arrived knocking on and then jiggling the handle of every door. Had she locked the door after the last time she took the puppy out?

She heard the knock on the door and waited for the jiggle when she heard another car pull up. The man who had been checking doors seemed to have walked away since she heard him greet whomever had pulled up. She couldn’t hear what was being said, but after a few minutes, she heard both vehicles pull away. She waited where she was for several minutes and then slowly opened the bathroom door. She hadn’t heard anything since the vehicles had pulled away and was about to sneak over to the window for a peek, when the door opened to reveal a tall broad shouldered man with a gun.



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