Cora!â
âYou donât know anything! Stay out my life! Iâm almost eighteen!â
âPlease, honey, listen! We love you!â
âIâm leaving to live my own life! Iâm never coming back!â
Cora left, all right. And no matter what they did, or how hard they searched, they never saw her again.
Sheâd become a ghost.
Now that ghost was pleading across a lifetime, over a phone line between Phoenix and Juarez, Mexico.
âJack?â
âYes, I got your email.â
A long crackling filled the chasm that yawned between them.
âJack, they took my daughter! Help me!â
âYour daughter? You have a daughter?â
âYes, and two men dressed like police officers came to our house last night and took her!â
âCall the police.â
â No! They said theyâd kill her if I went to the police!â
âWhat?â
âThey said the man I work for owes them a lot of money.â
âWho do you work for? What the hell are you involved in?â
âListen, I think the kidnappers are drug dealers. Itâs like the stuff youâre writing about now in Mexico.â
âDamn it, Cora, are you still screwed up with drugs after all this time?â
âNo, Jack, Iâve put that behind me. Iâm a secretary for a courier company. Jack, I donât know why they took my daughter!â
âWhat about your husband? Whatâs he doing to help?â
âIâm not married.â Cora released a great sob as she continued. âI donât know why they took Tilly. Thatâs her name, Tilly. Sheâs all I have!â
It was their grandmotherâs name.
âSheâs my little girl. Sheâs eleven years old and they said theyâll kill her if I donât help them get their money back. Help us, please! I donât know what to do, or who to turn to!â
Gannon hesitated.
âJack, sheâs your niece!â
My niece .
Gannonâs breathing quickened as he looked out at Juarez, trying to comprehend what was happening. In a matter of minutes, heâd gone from being alone to having two people in his life.
Two people who desperately needed him now.
It was a ninety-minute flight from El Paso to Phoenix.
He could be there in a few hours.
5
Phoenix, Arizona, Mesa Mirage
F our hours after Coraâs call, Gannonâs Southwest flight landed in Phoenix. Now, as his 737 taxied to the gate, he resumed questioning the wisdom of setting aside his story in Mexico to rush to Arizona.
Am I making a mistake?
He had tried to reduce his risk. Before lifting off, heâd called Isabel Luna at El Heraldo, telling her that he had to leave Juarez for an urgent personal matter in the U.S. Now, in the seconds before the pilot cut the engines, Gannon emailed Melody Lyon in New York, informing her that heâd temporarily left his assignment to fly to Phoenix. He knew that wouldnât go over well and by the time he stepped from the jet, Lyon had called him to confirm it.
âWhat the hell are you doing in Phoenix? Your assignmentâs in Juarez.â
âSomething came up.â
âWho authorized this trip?â
âIâll pay for it.â
âI donât care. I want you in Mexico. Thatâs your story.â
âI know, butââ
âI was under the impression that you were working on securing the assassinâs profile. The WPA needs thatstory, Jack. The Associated Press and Reuters have been killing us. Why are you in Phoenix?â
He couldnât reveal the truthâdamn it, not yet. Hard-pressed, he searched the terminal for an answer.
âI have an inside lead on a possible kidnapping.â
âA kidnapping in Phoenix? I havenât seen anything on it.â
âNo one knows. Itâs just emerging.â
âDid you alert our bureau there?â
âNo. Not yet. Melody, donât tell anyone anything yet. Let me follow
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