Unbreakable Bond (3 page)

But no one spoke. Her anguish was like a palpable force in the room.

“It was chaos,” she said on a choked breath. “Everyone was screaming, desperate to escape. Patients were struggling and needing help, and an orderly told me to go to the stairwell, but I couldn't leave my baby so I pushed him away.”

She hesitated and drew a shaky breath. “Smoke filled the halls, but I ran toward the corridor leading to the neonatal intensive care unit, but it was on fire, and I couldn't get past, so I tried the other way, then the ceiling crashed and debris was falling and I was hit…”

She swiped at a tear that trickled down her cheek, and Slade sucked in a sharp breath. Others shifted restlessly.

“I fell and was bleeding and a fireman carried me outside, but I wouldn't let them treat me. I ran through the crowd searching for my baby. I found two nurses holding infants, but none of them was Peyton…” A shudder ripped through her body. “Then the building crashed down in flames.”

Slade knew the answer, but he asked the question anyway. “Did they find your baby's body?”

She shook her head no. “The scene was a mess. It took hours for the firefighters to control the blaze. Later the police said my baby must have died when the building crashed, that it would probably take months for the medical examiner to sort through the bodies.” Her mouth tightened, then she looked up with steely determination in her eyes. “They never found her. And I know she didn't die that night.” She pressed her hand to her chest. “I know it in my heart, and I want you to look for her.”

“Nina,” Gage said quietly. “I understand your grief, but if Peyton had lived, don't you think the hospital would have informed you?”

“I don't know,” she said in a quivering voice. “It was so chaotic that night, someone could kidnapped her, or she could have gotten switched with another baby.”

Caleb Walker cleared his throat. “You had a breakdown afterward, didn't you, Nina?” His tone was low, not accusatory but understanding. “And you saw a woman who claimed to be a medium. You tried to communicate with your little girl, but it didn't work.”

She clenched her jaw. “Yes,” she admitted. “But I'm
not
crazy. I'm not. I can hear her cries sometimes at night. I'm her mother, I have instincts. We bonded.” Another tear escaped but she didn't bother to wipe it away this time.

Slade gripped the arm of the chair to keep himself from going to her and wiping it away.

“Peyton would be eight years old now,” she said, her voice growing stronger with conviction. “I know she's out there and she needs me.”

Skeptical looks passed quietly around the room. Nina obviously noticed because she stood, anger sizzling in her eyes.

For some reason he didn't understand, Slade couldn't let her leave. Not yet. “You hired a P.I. before?”

She nodded and hissed in frustration—or rage. “But he didn't believe me. He just took my money, then told me I was stupid to keep searching.” Her voice rose another decibel. “But how can I not look for my little girl when I think she might be alive? It would be as if I abandoned her.”

Slade gritted his teeth. Plenty of mothers did just that.

She jammed her hands on her hips. “Everyone thought that fire was an accident, and GAI proved it wasn't. Why can't you believe that my baby might be alive, that someone might have taken her that night? Why can't you at least just look into it?”

Because they all knew the infant had probably died in the fire, Slade thought. But he refrained from saying it, and so did the others.

“With all the revelations you've uncovered about that fire, about people in the town covering up the reason for the explosion,” Nina continued, pressing, “maybe someone knows something about my baby.”

Slade considered the possibility. The town had kept its secrets and people had suffered for it.

He'd also seen and heard bizarre stories before, knew that people could be devious. Gage had indicated that there might be more locals who'd known the truth about that night but hadn't come forward. That there might have been more people involved.

Nina's theory that someone could have kidnapped her baby in the chaos actually sounded feasible. If there was a chance that she was right and her child was alive, how could they not investigate?

Nina recognized the skepticism in the room, and frustration welled inside her. She'd been a fool to come here, to hope that someone would finally listen to her.

That they would open a case that had been closed for nearly a decade—actually a case that had never been opened.

Even her own father thought she'd lost her mind and that she should let it go.

It was the reason she hadn't spoken to him in months.

She glanced at the only female in the room, hoping she'd at least piqued her interest enough to take on the investigation, but pity darkened her eyes and she made no offer.

Irritated at them all, and with herself for thinking she might have found an ally in this group, she gritted her teeth. “Fine, if you won't help me, I'll ask around again myself.” Although she knew that would lead her nowhere. Most of the people she'd talked to knew her story and thought she should get psychological help, not a detective.

She had just reached the doorway when one of the men said, “I'll take the case.”

Uncertain that she'd heard him correctly, she froze and slowly turned around. The intense man who'd sat next to Gage McDermont stood. “My name is Slade Blackburn, Miss Nash. I'll look into your child's disappearance.”

Nina blinked in stunned shock. Of all the men at the table, he'd acted the coldest, looked the hardest. He was tall and big, his broad shoulders stretching the confines of his black button-up shirt. Jeans hugged his thighs, thighs that looked like tree trunks compared to her own.

Her gaze fell to the scar down the left side of his cheek, a knife wound that had to have been done fairly recently. Tousled brownish-black hair fell across one eye, and he swept it back with his hand. A hand also scarred with a jagged cut.

This man looked intimidating, impressive, like a fighter.

“Slade,” Gage began, but the man cut him off with a dismissive gesture that seemed to surprise his boss.

“You don't have another case you need me on right now, do you, boss?”

“No,” Gage said. “But you just returned from one. I figured you might want some time off.”

“No,” Slade said in a deep take-charge tone. “I came here to work. I like to stay busy.”

The woman spoke up next. “We'll help any way you need us.”

A chorus of agreements and nods followed, and Nina finally released the breath she'd been holding. “Thank you.”

Slade didn't acknowledge her thanks. Instead, he gestured toward the door. “I'd like to talk to you in private, ask you some more questions.”

Nina's chest tightened. Searching for Peyton would mean opening old wounds, but she had to suck up her pride.

She'd do anything to find her daughter.

 

S
LADE ESCORTED
N
INA
to his office and gestured for her to sit. “Would you like coffee or some water?”

Her delicate body collapsed into the chair as if she were too weary to stand any longer, and the temptation to comfort her hit him.

But that would be a mistake.

“Water, please,” she said in a low voice.

He disappeared for a moment, went to the kitchen then returned with coffee for himself and a bottle of water for her. By the time he walked in, she'd straightened her shoulders as if regaining control and bracing for an interrogation.

His suspicions mounted. What was she hiding?

“All right,” she said. “What did you want to ask me?”

He offered a small smile as he settled at his desk, hoping to relax her, but she clenched the water bottle in a death grip.

“I need some background information,” he said, then reached for a legal pad and pen. “Tell me the date of your daughter's birth. And her name.”

“I named her Peyton,” she said, then gave him the date and time of her birth. The realization that she'd counted the birthdays since made compassion twitch at his veneer.

“You said she was in the NICU?”

“Yes, she was premature,” Nina said. “A seven-month baby. She had trouble breathing at first, and weighed a little over four pounds.”

His gaze shot to hers. “Any other problems?”

“She was only a day old. The doctors planned to run more tests… They thought she might have had vision problems…”

Slade swallowed. If someone had kidnapped this preemie, and she had had health issues, she might not have survived afterward. He needed to check old police reports to see if any premature infants had been abandoned around that time.

Or if any infants' bodies had been found.

Damn. The thought made his own stomach roil. He couldn't imagine the torture this woman had suffered. The fear, the horror stories of other abandoned babies she'd heard about on the news, the not knowing or thinking that each time an infant's body had been discovered that it might be hers…

Forcing his mind back to his job, he glanced at her ring finger, but it was bare. No tan line where a wedding ring might have been either.

“Who was the baby's father, and is he still in the picture?”

She glanced down at her hands. “His name was William Hood. He was nineteen, and I was eighteen at the time. And no, he's not in the picture.”

“Tell me what happened between you.”

Her gaze flew to his, anxiety lining her face. “Is it really necessary for me to go into this?”

Slade leaned forward, his arms on the desk, his expression neutral. “I know this is difficult, but you came
to me for help, Nina. If you want me to investigate, I need to know everything about that time in your life.” He swallowed. “And I mean
everything
. So don't hold back or lie to me or I'm off the case.”

Anger glittered in her eyes, but she gave a nod. “All right.”

“How did William react to the pregnancy?”

“Not well. He had a scholarship to Duke, and didn't want his life interrupted.”

“But your life was,” he said calmly.

A tiny smile slowly softened her eyes. “Yes. Even though I was young and the pregnancy was a surprise, I really wanted the baby. I felt connected to her immediately.” Her hand automatically went to her stomach, and an image of a young, naive girl flashed in his head.

One who would have made a wonderful mother.

Slade tried to ignore the feelings that realization stirred.

“So, what did William do? Did he refuse to accept responsibility?”

Nina's mouth thinned again. “Pretty much. He and his parents tried to convince me to have an abortion.” A shudder rippled through her. “His mother even offered me a bribe to leave town and get rid of the baby.”

Slade studied her for a moment. “Did any of them threaten you?”

Nina frowned as if thinking back. “Not in so many words, although Mrs. Hood warned me that I'd be sorry if I ruined her son's life. William's father had died the year before, and she wanted William to follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer.”

Slade tamped back his anger. “What did you say to her?”

“I let them all off the hook,” Nina said calmly. “I told them I didn't want their money, that I didn't need or want William, and that they could all go to hell.”

Admiration stirred in Slade's chest. “Have you heard from him lately?” Slade asked.

“No. I did hear that he got married to a former girlfriend, a debutante named Mitzi. I'm sure his mother was thrilled.”

“What about your family?”

Anguish flickered in her eyes momentarily before she blinked away the emotion. “I lost my mother when I was little. My father was upset with me about the pregnancy. He also tried to convince me to abort the baby, then insisted if I kept her, that I should give her up for adoption.” She uncapped the water bottle and took a long sip, then set it down and looked at him again. “He thought I was too young and irresponsible to raise a child. And when the doctors declared that Peyton died in that hospital fire, he assured me it was for the best.”

Slade gritted his teeth. Was her father simply protective, or a bastard with an insensitive heart?

“He didn't believe that your daughter might still be alive?”

She made a sound of disgust. “No, he actually seemed relieved. He thought I was crazy and insisted I go into therapy.”

“Because he loved you,” Slade said.

Another sound of disgust. “That's what he said. That I was better off that my little girl died.” She turned an anguished look his way. “How could anybody say that?
That it was God's way of giving me a second chance at a normal life?” Her voice quivered again. “All I wanted was my baby back.”

“Maybe he was trying to help,” Slade suggested.

She shook her head. “No, he was embarrassed that I had an illegitimate child, worried about what it would do to his precious reputation.” She looked down at her hands where she'd twined them in her lap. “He didn't give a damn about Peyton.”

He let her words sink in. So her father was relieved to have the child out of the way. He already disliked the man. “And you did go to college?”

She nodded. “Not at first, but eventually I pulled myself together and earned a teaching degree. Now I teach second grade at Sanctuary Elementary.” Her eyes softened again as if being around the children helped alleviate her suffering.

Slade considered her mental condition and hated the doubts assailing him. Needing to know the truth was one thing. Obsession to the point of stalking, another animal instead. “You stayed in Sanctuary because you thought your daughter might be here, didn't you?” Slade asked. “You looked for her in every child in school and in town.”

But she didn't hide her motives or defend herself. She nodded instead, tears blurring her eyes. “I know that sounds pathetic, but I just felt close to her here.”

Just as his mother had refused to move from their home after his sister had disappeared. She'd claimed that she had to be at the house in case his sister returned. Eventually, though, her obsession had driven her over the edge….

“No,” Slade said evenly. “I understand.”

Her eyes narrowed, and her voice dropped to a whisper. “You do?”

Unable to resist, he reached out and covered her hands with his own. “My sister disappeared from our house when I was fifteen. For days and months afterward, I looked for her in every teenager I spotted.”

“You found her?” Nina asked.

God, he didn't want to answer that. Didn't want to shatter any ounce of hope she had. But the truth could be brutal sometimes.

“Yes,” he finally answered. “But we didn't have a happy ending, Nina. She was in the morgue.”

Nina inhaled a sharp breath. “I'm sorry,” she said, then squeezed his fingers. “What happened?”

Hell, he'd already said too much. And she was looking at him with such compassion that emotions he'd long thought buried pummeled him.

No. He couldn't,
wouldn't
blurt out the rest.

“You don't want to know.” He cleared his throat. “But think long and hard about this, Nina,” he said gruffly. “What will you do if we investigate and find out that your baby did die in that fire? Are you prepared for that reality?”

 

N
INA'S CHEST ACHED
from trying to maintain control. Slade's question threatened to shatter that control.

Was she prepared? How would she respond if he discovered that Peyton really had died? All these years she'd lived on the belief that her little girl was out there needing and wanting her.

“How can I not find out the truth?” she finally said. “I need closure, Mr. Blackburn.”

“Slade,” he said automatically. “And are you sure it's closure you want? She might be gone forever.”

Pain rocked through her, but she cloaked herself in the coat of armor she'd donned years ago. She would survive no matter what. “I realize that, but not knowing is no way to live.”

He studied her with such an intensity that she was tempted to squirm. But she refused to show weakness or he might decide she was the nutcase her father and Dr. Emery thought.

He gave a brisk nod. “All right. But what if someone did kidnap your baby, and she's been adopted and is now happy? What will you do then?”

She had considered that theory, but somehow in her heart she knew that wasn't the case. “She needs me,” she said simply. “I'm her mother. I feel it.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “You have to consider every scenario, Nina. What if she has loving parents and doesn't know anything about you? What if she has a family that she loves?”

“I don't know,” she said softly, honestly. “I guess I'll cross that bridge when, or if, we come to it. But I am her mother and I deserve to know where she is.”

“Fair enough.” Slade nodded, then released her hand.

Odd how she hadn't leaned on anyone in years, but for a moment, she'd felt as if she had someone on her side now.

Someone she trusted. And after her father's and William's betrayals, she'd never trust anyone again.

 

S
LADE HAD HIS WORK
cut out for him. Even though Nina insisted she could handle the truth, no matter
what he discovered, he understood the emotional roller-coaster ride involved in looking for a missing child. The toll it took could be dangerous.

His mother certainly hadn't survived the ride.

And judging from Nina's fragile looks, she'd been surviving on hope for years. If he stripped that hope, she might crash and burn just as his mother had.

Then again, beneath that tenderness, she was stub born. Determined. And he also understood the torture not knowing caused.

She licked her lips, drawing his attention to her mouth, and a foreign feeling bled through him, one he didn't want. He itched to draw her tiny hand back into his, kiss it and promise her that he would make things right.

His body reacted, hardened, betraying his better sense and reminding him that his libido wasn't dead after all. Geesh, a fine time for it to burst back to life.