FOR THE BABY'S SAKE by Beverly Long Read Free Book Online Page A

what?” Sawyer prompted the man, reaching into his pocket for his notebook.
    “Then I got a second call.”
    “What?” Sawyer stopped taking notes.
    “The second call came in just after they’d found the bomb. Same guy who called the first time. Congratulated me on following directions. Then he told me that unless I closed the doors of OCM, there would be another bomb. I wouldn’t know when or where, but there would be one.”
    “Liz Mayfield didn’t say anything about a second call.” Sawyer couldn’t believe that she’d withheld information like that.
    “She doesn’t know. I’m not looking forward to telling her.”
    “Anybody else hear this call?” Not that Sawyer didn’t believe the guy. The man looked shaken.
    “No. It lasted about ten seconds. Then the guy hung up.”
    “What are you going to do?” Sawyer asked, keeping one eye on Jamison and casting a quick glance back at Liz. His heart skipped a beat when he didn’t see her right away. Then he spied her. She had her back toward him. It took him all of three seconds to realize he was staring at her butt and another five to tear his glance away.
    Robert laughed at him. He was quiet about it—just loud enough to make sure Sawyer heard him. Jamison Curtiss looked confused. Sawyer nodded at the man to continue.
    “In the past forty-eight hours,” Jamison said, “one of my employees received an anonymous threat. On top of that, my business has been shot at and almost blown up. Whoever is trying to get my attention has it. Unless you can tell me that you know who’s responsible, I don’t think I have a lot of options.”
    “We don’t know—” Robert spoke up “—but we will. Who has a key to OCM?”
    “All the counselors. And our receptionist. Everyone has a slightly different schedule.”
    “And everybody knows the code to turn off the alarm?” Robert asked.
    “Of course.”
    “Keys to the office doors all the same?”
    “Yes.”
    “Same as to the front door?”
    “Yes.”
    Sawyer and Robert exchanged a look. One key and a code. Child’s play for somebody like Mirandez.
    “You already gave us a list of employees with their home addresses. I’d like their personnel files, too,” Robert said.
    Jamison wrinkled his nose. “Is that really necessary?” he asked.
    “Yes.” Sawyer answered in a manner that made sure Jamison knew it wasn’t an option.
    “Fine. I’ll have them to you by this afternoon.”
    “Anybody else have a key? A cleaning service, perhaps?”
    “We all know how to run a vacuum. We can’t afford to pay someone to clean.”
    “Anybody really new on your staff?”
    “No, we’ve all been working together for years. Liz and Carmen came at about the same time.”
    “Carmen?” Robert asked.
    “Lucky for her, her brother wasn’t feeling well this morning. She came to work late.” Jamison pointed to the group of counselors gathered across the street. “Carmen Jimenez is the dark-haired woman standing next to Liz.”
    “My God, she’s beautiful,” Robert said, then looked surprised that the comment had slipped out. “Sorry,” he added.
    Jamison shrugged. “That’s the reaction most men have. Many of our clients are Spanish-speaking. She’s a big asset.”
    Sawyer studied the two women who stood close together, deep in conversation. Carmen stood half a head shorter, her black hair and darker skin a stark contrast to Liz’s blond hair and fair complexion. “Liz and Carmen close?”
    “Best friends. We’re all like family.” Frustration crossed Jamison’s face. “I’ve got to talk to them,” he muttered. “They deserve to know what’s going on.”
    Sawyer watched him walk across the street, joining Liz, Carmen and one other woman, who looked about ten years older. He assumed it was Cynthia, the counselor who just worked mornings. He couldn’t hear what Jamison told them, but by the looks on their faces, they were shocked, scared and, he thought somewhat ironically, Liz and Carmen looked