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local banks probably don’t have a million dollars on hand. We’ll have to go all the way into Denver.”
    “Not my problem.”
    She remembered Corelli giving her the thumbs-up signal. They had successfully made the trace.
    She heard herself say, “I need proof of life.”
    There was a pause. “What’s that?”
    “Proof that Nicole is still alive. Let me talk to her.”
    “You’ll get your proof.”
    That was when he disconnected the call.
    She looked into Dylan’s face. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Carolyn couldn’t remember the last time she’d seenher brother cry. When she touched his arm, he collapsed against her.
    “This is all going to work out,” she assured him. “I’ll take care of putting the money together.”
    Burke cleared his throat. “Anybody recognize the voice?”
    “Not really.” The sheriff patted the pocket in his shirt where Carolyn could see the outline of a cigarette pack. “That whisper could have been anybody. I didn’t hear an accent. He didn’t use any slang.”
    “Proper language,” Burke said. “Instead of saying ‘Ain’t my problem’ he said ‘Not my problem.’ And he didn’t know what proof of life meant.”
    “What does that indicate?” Carolyn asked.
    “He’s not a professional kidnapper. He might not even have a criminal record.”
    “Which means,” Corelli said, “that his fingerprints might not be in the system.”
    Burke nodded toward the other two men, both of whom were wearing black windbreakers with FBI stenciled across the back. “Special Agent Smith and Special Agent Silverman are both trained profilers. Sheriff, they’re going to need to talk to everybody on the ranch. Starting now.”
    “It’s the middle of the night,” the sheriff protested.
    “The first twenty-four hours are crucial.” Burke turned to the Smith—Silverman team. “Start your interviews with the sheriff. Keep me informed.”
    Carolyn could feel Dylan’s knees beginning to buckle. His body was literally giving out. Before he went limp and dragged them both to the floor, Burke came up beside her and slipped his arm around Dylan’s torso. “Let’s go, buddy. You need a rest.”
    He tried to rally. “Can’t go to bed.”
    “Just a catnap,” Carolyn said. “On the sofa in your office. You’ll be close.”
    With Burke supporting her brother, she went down the hall, through the entryway, and took a right. The second door was Dylan’s office—a large, masculine room with a wall of books and windows that opened onto the veranda. Opposite the huge oak desk that had belonged to her father were two brown leather chairs and a matching sofa.
    Burke sat Dylan on the sofa, and Carolyn peeled off his jacket. Getting his boots off was an effort but she managed. Her brother stretched out, immediately asleep. She covered him with a crocheted afghan, striped in green and brown.
    Closing the door, she stepped into the hallway with Burke. “Thanks. I couldn’t have carried him by myself. Whoever said ‘He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,’ didn’t know Dylan.”
    “The Hollies,” Burke said. “They sang it.”
    She leaned against the wall outside the office, allowing this moment of quiet to soothe her frazzled nerves. It was nice to be here with Burke—someone who didn’t depend on her. “I’m worried about him.”
    “Dylan blames himself for what happened.” His voice was low, intimate. “He and Nicole argued before she took off.”
    “I heard them.” That was less than six hours ago but it felt like an eternity. “I didn’t catch what they were saying.”
    “They were trying to get pregnant. Your brother didn’t want to take time out of his schedule to see the fertility doctor. That’s why Nicole was angry.”
    “Dylan told you all that?” She gazed up into his stern, craggy face. In the soft light, his features seemed warmer, more appealing. “If I can’t get him to open up to me, why would he talk to you?”
    “Sometimes, it’s easier to tell