cheek.
“What are you guys doing?” Josh crawled right between them.
“Taking a nap,” Garrett said without embarrassment.
“I want to take nap.”
“Since when?” Jenny asked.
“Since now.” Josh shut his eyes with a big grin on his not so innocent face. Buster settled against his chest. Garrett wrapped his arm around the three of them and Jenny fell asleep with a smile on her lips.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“ Garrett, wake up.” Jenny nudged him awake. The panic in her voice disturbing dreams of summer scented skin and tangled bed sheets. “I can’t find Josh.”
He blinked against the setting sun and sat up. They must have been out a couple hours. He confirmed it with his cell phone. “Did you check next door?”
“Maria and her kids are at her mother’s. I called and Josh didn’t finagle an invitation. She would have asked us first.”
“Where’s Buster?”
“Do you think she could have gotten out of the yard and he went looking for her?” Jenny paced a frantic circle. “We have to go looking for them.”
“Hold on. We’ll find them.” Garrett opened an app on his phone for the GPS he’d attached to the dog’s collar. In case Jen had decided to runaway that first night, he wanted to be able to track her. Though he’d had an ulterior motive at the time, he was glad of it now.
Buster was definitely not in the house or yard. She was half way to San Bernardino traveling north on I-15 at a high rate of speed. “Call 911, now!”
Jenny stood there in a moment of shell shock before pulling out her new cell phone. “We think our son has been kidnapped,” Jenny said into the phone. She gave the operator a few details and answered questions about Josh’s description.
Garrett went to the hall closet and retrieved his handgun from the lock box.
She covered the phone. “You bugged the dog and didn’t tell me. You keep a gun in the house and didn’t tell me—”
He offered her a look that was half promise, half apology. “We’ll talk about it later.” He loaded his weapon and tucked it to the small of his back.
Jenny followed him to the Bronco. “They want us to wait at the house.”
“Not going to happen.” He got behind the wheel.
She repeated his words to the operator as she climbed in beside him. “No, I’m not being kidnapped. No, I don’t have a description of the vehicle.” She offered a description of Barry instead.
Garrett stuck his phone to the dash and switched to hands free. He hit speed dial as he backed out of the driveway. “Tess, I need you, now,” he said to her voice mail. “I think Kahn has Josh. I’ve sent you a locator app. The password is the same as my email. Call us back on Jen’s phone.” He rattled off the number.
Jenny covered her phone. “She has your email password?”
Married a week and already arguing like an old married couple--a couple whose child was missing. Not on his watch.
Guilt pounded the ache in his chest. He’d been napping on his watch.
After hanging up, he switched back to the locator app and kept one eye on it as he drove well above the posted speed limits. Jenny relayed the information to the 911 operator.
“Hold, please,” she said to the operator. “It’s Tess on the other line.”
“Put her on speaker.”
“Garrett?” Tess shouted above the whump, whump, whump of chopper blades.
“We’re about fifteen minutes behind and closing. The signal appears just outside Fallbrook, headed toward Temecula. Do you copy?”
“Copy. Where’s the tracking device located?” she asked. No doubt to get a feel for the reliability of the source. “Is it on the vehicle, the boy… an object.”
“Dog collar.”
Tess sucked in her breath. No doubt thinking the same thing that had crossed his mind. This could all just be a wild goose chase. They had no way of knowing if the boy and the
“What are you guys doing?” Josh crawled right between them.
“Taking a nap,” Garrett said without embarrassment.
“I want to take nap.”
“Since when?” Jenny asked.
“Since now.” Josh shut his eyes with a big grin on his not so innocent face. Buster settled against his chest. Garrett wrapped his arm around the three of them and Jenny fell asleep with a smile on her lips.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“ Garrett, wake up.” Jenny nudged him awake. The panic in her voice disturbing dreams of summer scented skin and tangled bed sheets. “I can’t find Josh.”
He blinked against the setting sun and sat up. They must have been out a couple hours. He confirmed it with his cell phone. “Did you check next door?”
“Maria and her kids are at her mother’s. I called and Josh didn’t finagle an invitation. She would have asked us first.”
“Where’s Buster?”
“Do you think she could have gotten out of the yard and he went looking for her?” Jenny paced a frantic circle. “We have to go looking for them.”
“Hold on. We’ll find them.” Garrett opened an app on his phone for the GPS he’d attached to the dog’s collar. In case Jen had decided to runaway that first night, he wanted to be able to track her. Though he’d had an ulterior motive at the time, he was glad of it now.
Buster was definitely not in the house or yard. She was half way to San Bernardino traveling north on I-15 at a high rate of speed. “Call 911, now!”
Jenny stood there in a moment of shell shock before pulling out her new cell phone. “We think our son has been kidnapped,” Jenny said into the phone. She gave the operator a few details and answered questions about Josh’s description.
Garrett went to the hall closet and retrieved his handgun from the lock box.
She covered the phone. “You bugged the dog and didn’t tell me. You keep a gun in the house and didn’t tell me—”
He offered her a look that was half promise, half apology. “We’ll talk about it later.” He loaded his weapon and tucked it to the small of his back.
Jenny followed him to the Bronco. “They want us to wait at the house.”
“Not going to happen.” He got behind the wheel.
She repeated his words to the operator as she climbed in beside him. “No, I’m not being kidnapped. No, I don’t have a description of the vehicle.” She offered a description of Barry instead.
Garrett stuck his phone to the dash and switched to hands free. He hit speed dial as he backed out of the driveway. “Tess, I need you, now,” he said to her voice mail. “I think Kahn has Josh. I’ve sent you a locator app. The password is the same as my email. Call us back on Jen’s phone.” He rattled off the number.
Jenny covered her phone. “She has your email password?”
Married a week and already arguing like an old married couple--a couple whose child was missing. Not on his watch.
Guilt pounded the ache in his chest. He’d been napping on his watch.
After hanging up, he switched back to the locator app and kept one eye on it as he drove well above the posted speed limits. Jenny relayed the information to the 911 operator.
“Hold, please,” she said to the operator. “It’s Tess on the other line.”
“Put her on speaker.”
“Garrett?” Tess shouted above the whump, whump, whump of chopper blades.
“We’re about fifteen minutes behind and closing. The signal appears just outside Fallbrook, headed toward Temecula. Do you copy?”
“Copy. Where’s the tracking device located?” she asked. No doubt to get a feel for the reliability of the source. “Is it on the vehicle, the boy… an object.”
“Dog collar.”
Tess sucked in her breath. No doubt thinking the same thing that had crossed his mind. This could all just be a wild goose chase. They had no way of knowing if the boy and the
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