“What does Daniel think of this?” Reese asked. “He willing to go along with DeMarco’s plans?”
Arthur shook his head. “I went to see him over the weekend. He refused to even consider DeMarco’s request.”
Kenzie’s throat tightened. She just wanted her son to come home. “Please, Arthur, if you have any idea where they might have taken Griff—”
“I don’t know!” He shot up from the chair and his gaze jerked to Reese. “DeMarco killed Lee!” He swallowed. “He murdered my son and now Daniel is also in danger! I’d tell you where the boy is if I knew!”
The anguish etched into his face said it was the truth. Reese flicked a glance at Kenzie. “Let’s go.” As they stepped out into the hall, he turned back and pinned Arthur with a glare.
“We were never here. You understand that, Haines? Because you open your mouth about any of this and Sawyer DeMarco won’t be the only one you’ll have to deal with. I can personally guarantee, you won’t walk away in one piece.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
They were back in the town house, Reese making phone calls to bring everyone up to speed while Kenzie paced back and forth across the kitchen floor and Flo distracted herself at the sink, dicing vegetables for a fresh pot of soup.
In the last twenty minutes, Reese had watched Kenzie go from shocked disbelief, to grief, then anger.
She turned toward him and something shifted in her face and posture, a subtle change as her shoulders squared and her back straightened. The worry lines across her forehead smoothed out, and resolve hardened her expression.
“We’ve got less than three days. We know who’s responsible for all of this. We can be in Shreveport in less than three hours. We need to go there ourselves, see what we can find out.”
Admiration stirred emotions Reese couldn’t afford to feel. Her courage and strength impressed him more every day. With admiration and respect came arousal, which he firmly tamped down, but it didn’t make him want her any less. Even with the bruise on her jaw and the skin turning purple around one eye, she was beautiful. And she was determined. She wouldn’t give up until she brought her son home.
Reese had never known a woman like her. Not the tough girls he’d dated when he’d been a teenage delinquent, nor the debutantes after he’d reformed. Certainly not his wife, whom he’d married because he’d wanted a home and family only to discover Sandra’s reasons for marrying him were exactly the opposite.
His mother had been a strong, self-reliant woman. Perhaps that was where he had learned to appreciate those qualities.
One thing he knew, Kenzie was different. Special. It made him determined to protect her no matter the cost and even more determined to find her boy and bring him home.
“Hawk is there,” she continued to argue doggedly, though so far he hadn’t said a word. “By the time we get there, he might have new information. If DeMarco’s behind the kidnapping, there’s even a chance the men are holding Griff somewhere right in Shreveport. Maybe even the casino.”
It was a definite possibility. Of course, the kidnappers could also be in Dallas or anywhere else on the planet.
“I saw the men who took Griff,” she reminded him. “If they work for DeMarco, they might be in the club. Maybe I’ll recognize one of them.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Unfortunately, the kidnappers know who we are. Christ, our photos have been all over the tabloids. They’d spot us the minute we walked through the door.”
Kenzie’s chin firmed. “So we change our appearance, make ourselves unrecognizable.”
Reese just shook his head. It was a crazy idea. Kenzie was battered and bruised and terrified for her son. A half-baked undercover scheme was dangerous at best. “It’s not a good idea.”
Kenzie pinned him with a glare. “I’ll admit my plan isn’t perfect, but we can’t just sit here and wait for something to happen. If we want to find Griff, we have to make something happen.” She clamped her hands on her hips. “I’m going to Shreveport—with or without you.”
Reese’s temper flared. No way was he letting Kenzie put herself in danger. On the other hand, few people had the courage it took to go head-to-head with him. He gave her points for that.
And if the boy was actually there...
A grim look settled over his features. “Fine. Go upstairs and pack your things. As soon as you’re ready, we’re going to Shreveport.”
* * *
Taking action—no matter what it was—filled Kenzie with renewed strength, fresh hope, and iron-hard determination. At worst, she was sure they would glean useful information. Maybe Tabby would call with an exact location for the kidnappers. Maybe it would even turn out to be Shreveport. Or maybe she would spot one of the kidnappers.
She pulled herself together in a way she hadn’t been able to since her son had been abducted. She could do this. It was far better than waiting for hours, maybe days till she heard from the men again.
Before they’d gone to see Arthur, Kenzie had applied makeup to cover the bruises on her face. Now she went through her wardrobe, choosing dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of strappy high heels, adding a white midriff top and big hoop earrings. She threw a spare change of clothes into an overnight bag, grabbed a couple of recent photos of Griff, and she was ready.
So was Reese. Now that he had decided to go along with her idea, he settled in to do it right.
They left the town house, headed for Reese’s apartment so he could pack what he needed. On the way, he pulled into a costume shop, where he bought Kenzie a curly blond wig.
With Halloween coming up the end of next month, the shop also carried colored contact lenses, mostly red or neon yellow, but also brown, blue, and green. Reese bought a pair in dark brown. They were going as a rural couple, they decided, from Pleasant Hill, a town east of Dallas they both knew.
At Reese’s apartment, he disappeared into his bedroom while Kenzie put on the wig. In the beveled mirror in the entry, in her tight jeans and high heels, she looked a little like Olivia Newton-John in the movie version of Grease.
She wasn’t sure why Reese was taking so long until he appeared in worn jeans, a pair of battered cowboy boots, and a snug-fitting sleeveless black T-shirt. His eyes, no longer an intense shade of blue, were a deep dark brown. He had buzzed his hair short around the back and on the sides. Combined with the rough, day-old beard along his jaw, it gave him an edgy, youthful vibe.
He settled a battered straw cowboy hat on his head and tugged it low on his forehead. The handsome executive was gone, replaced by a Southern country boy. He should have looked ridiculous. Instead he just looked hot.
As difficult as things were, as terrified as she was for her son, a wave of heat washed through her that had nothing to do with the near ninety-degree weather outside. It lasted only an instant, followed by a shot of guilt, then fear, when she thought of Griff and what he might be suffering.