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seconds, Kayla knew the officer had sized her up and determined whether she was going to be helpful or not, whether she was going to believe Kayla or not.
    “I’m Detective Molly Wagner,” the detective said, leading the way to a small room down the hall.
    “Will you help me find Sam?” Kayla asked.
    “Let’s start at the beginning. Tell me what happened,” Detective Wagner said, motioning Kayla to take a seat.
    Swallowing down her panic, she told how she was kidnapped, delivered Sam and finally, weeks later, escaped. “If Buddy Thorpe hadn’t stopped his eighteen-wheeler,” Kayla concluded, “I’d be dead. The man chasing me shot several times. Buddy scared him off. When the police came, I told them what happened. They drove me around for about thirty minutes trying to find the house.” She shook her head. “It was impossible in the dark. Then they brought me here. I don’t know who the kidnappers were. I certainly don’t know why they sent someone to kill me. I only know they took Sam and I have to find him.”
    “I see,” Detective Wagner said, giving Kayla a searching look. “Do you think you can find the house in daylight?
    Kayla rubbed her forehead. She’d been in the back of a van when taken there. It was dark when she’d escaped. “I’ll find it,” she said grimly.
    The detective gave her a skeptical look. “Two people, a man and a woman, kept you in a house for weeks and you don’t know where. You gave birth and they took your son away. You escaped while your captors were in the bathroom cleaning, then someone else came into the house and you ran. The man running after you had a gun and tried to kill you. Now the baby is missing? Did I get it right?”
    “That’s about it.” Kayla leaned across the table. “If you’ll give me paper and pen, I’ll draw their picture. Sam’s too. Then you’ll have something to go on.”
    In seconds, the detective had a pad and pen. It didn’t take Kayla long to draw the likeness of the woman kidnapper, drew the male with a mask. But his long ponytail and pockmarked face would be recognizable. Then she took another piece of paper and drew a sketch of Sam. “Isn’t he beautiful?” she asked when she finished.
    Looking into the face of the baby, the detective smiled. “He is.”
    “You’ll help me find him?”
    “First, let’s have you checked out,” Detective Wagner said, as she pushed back her chair and took Kayla’s arm.
    “Where are we going?”
    “The hospital. Let’s see if they knew what they were doing when you delivered.”
    Kayla balked. “I’m fine. You have to concentrate on Sam.” Her pleas fell on deaf ears.
    Two hours later they were back at the station. Kayla was put in the same room, at the same table, her hands twisting in her lap.
    Where was the detective? What was she doing?
    Kayla hated this waiting. It was time lost when they should be looking for Sam.
    Her head swam. She rubbed at it, begged her brain to think.
    Glancing up, she saw the mirror, wondered who was behind it watching—listening.
    Did they believe her?
    If so, they were asking all the wrong questions.
    She shivered. What would she do if they didn’t look for Sam? What if they didn’t believe her? How could she find him on her own?
    The door opened and Detective Wagner walked back in. Kayla sat up straighter. She had to make this woman believe her.
    The detective took a seat and asked the same questions she’d already asked. Kayla tried to answer without letting her frustration show.
    Then in a crisp, no-nonsense voice, the detective snapped, “Tell me what you did with your baby, Kayla!”
    Kayla looked at the woman in horror. “I didn’t,” she sputtered. “Call the FBI. They’ll find Sam. Please,” she begged. “You can’t possibly think I hurt him.”
    The detective jotted notes on a yellow pad, lifted her eyes and stared at Kayla. “It’ll go better for you if you tell us the truth.”
    “I did. You have to believe me! I didn’t hurt