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gaze into Dylan’s cool green eyes. “They fell asleep, and I tried to escape. My hands were still tied, but I managed to get the ropes off my ankles. I climbed down the side of the cliff. And I ran right into the waiting arms of Nate Miller.”
    “Ouch,” Carolyn said. “Talk about jumping from the frying pan into the fire.”
    “I thought he’d help me. He was wearing a black ski mask, which I thought was a little strange, but the night was chilly.”
    “How did you know it was Nate?” Burke asked.
    “I know how,” Dylan said. “She recognized his horse.”
    She nodded. “I’m a vet. I know livestock better than people. I’ve never treated Nate’s horse, but I’ve seen him plenty of times in that little corral in Riverton. I worried that the animal wasn’t getting enough exercise.”
    “You went quietly with Nate,” Burke said.
    “That’s right. I climbed up on the saddle and rodewith him. I didn’t bother with untying my hands because I wanted to put distance between us and the kidnappers.”
    “And you rode to Fiona Grant’s property,” Burke said.
    “Nate told me we were supposed to wait inside the barn. That’s when he took out his gun.”
    And she’d realized how foolish she’d been to trust him. “He ordered me to climb down into a little room hidden under the floor. He left my hands tied and used a shackle on my ankle to tether me to the bed frame. Then he left. I was alone.”
    No one could help me . That little cell under the barn floor wasn’t badly furnished. The single bed was fairly comfortable. There was light from a lamp beside the bed. The walls and ceiling were insulated, so it was fairly warm. “That’s when it hit me. I might not get out of this mess alive. I had time to think. And I was scared.”
    Dylan reached toward her, but she pulled away. Part of her wanted to curl up in his arms and sob. She wanted the warm reassurance of his love. But not right now. “I need to keep going, Dylan. I might remember something useful, something that will help catch Nate.”
    “Did he talk to you?” Burke asked.
    She nodded. “He used a whispery voice. As if I didn’t already know who he was. I played along. It seemed prudent to pretend I didn’t know his identity.”
    “Smart move,” Burke said. “It might have saved your life. Did he mention any specifics?”
    She concentrated, trying to recall through the miasma of fear and frustration that colored her time in captivity. “Mostly he talked about how much he hated the Carlisles. He blames us for every bad thing that’s happened to him. Losing his herd. The failure of his marriage.”
    “Sounds like he’s obsessed,” Burke said.
    “Exactly.” She nodded. “If he catches the sniffles, he’s pretty sure that the Carlisles infected him.”
    “What else do you remember?”
    “Threats. He told me that if I didn’t cooperate, he’d destroy everything I cared about. He’d wreak havoc. Kill the people and the animals I love. Burn down the buildings.” An involuntary shudder rippled through her. “And he sounded like he’d relish every minute.”
    “His hatred gives him a reason to stay in this area,” Burke said. “The rational course of action would be to run.”
    “He’s not rational.” But he was exceedingly clever. Though he hadn’t planned the kidnapping, he’d taken advantage of the situation. He must have followed Butch and Richter when they took her to the cave. As soon as their backs were turned, he’d grabbed her.
    “Tell us about when he made those proof-of-life videotapes.”
    She turned to Dylan. “I tried to signal you with a clue to his identity. I kept making the sign of the Circle M—Nate’s ranch.”
    “We noticed,” Carolyn said. “But we misinterpreted the meaning. We thought your clues about Circle M referred to the SOF. They were the ones living at the ranch.”
    She groaned. “That makes perfect sense.”
    “Did you have any further contact with Butch and Richter?” Burke