Vanished (24 page)

“He kept touching it through his pocket,” she added. “Like to make certain it was still there. He seemed more comfortable with the knife.” She gestured at her neck, and Mason realized she had a thick bandage under her ear, hidden by her hair.

The man who did that has Jake.

Mason gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry you had to go through this.”

“This? This was nothing,” McKenzie’s eyes sparked with anger. “He had Henley for days, and now he’s got Jake. Who knows what he’s got planned? I was tied up for a few hours. Big deal. We need to find out where he’s taking Jake.”

Mason admired her spunk but knew she’d feel the shock of her experience later. He glanced at the female deputy, who nodded back at him. She knew it, too. McKenzie would suffer emotional consequences for the rest of her life.

His cell vibrated in his pocket.
Jake?
His heart sank when he saw it wasn’t his son’s number. Of course it wasn’t. Jake’s phone was in an evidence bag on the coffee table in front of Ben Duncan.

He moved a few steps away from the small group and turned his back for some privacy. “Callahan.”

“Hello, Mason. It’s been a very long time.”

Mason froze. He slowly turned back to the group and met Ava’s curious gaze. He stared at her and saw understanding click in her blue eyes. She gestured at Duncan, who stood up, watching Mason carefully.

Mason didn’t know the voice. “Who is this?”

“Someone who’s made your life miserable. Just as you made mine.”

His mind raced and a roaring rang in his ears. “Who are you? Where’s Jake?”

The man laughed. “You don’t remember me yet? You will soon. Very soon.”

“What have you done with Jake?”

“I haven’t done anything yet. I’m waiting for you.”

“What? Waiting for me for what?” Mason watched Duncan have a hurried discussion with another agent, gesturing at Mason’s phone. The other agent was shaking his head. They hadn’t set up his phone to be tapped. The most they could do now was contact his carrier and triangulate the location of the call’s origin. Not a quick process.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Mason. You ripped up my life and tore it apart.”

“I did? You better remind me how I did that.”

Ava moved closer, and Mason tipped the phone slightly for her to hear. His heart pounded, making his rib cage hurt.

“You’ll remember soon enough.”

Mason heard faint Christmas music on the other end of the call.
Was he in a public place? Or in a vehicle with the radio on?
“You didn’t hurt Henley,” he stated. “We found her. She’s fine.”

“Oh good. I don’t have the heart to injure small, innocent girls. Naughty big ones are another story. They usually get what’s coming to them.”

Mason couldn’t breathe. “Josie?” He forced the name out.

The man snorted. “She was worthless. But she served my purpose.”

“What purpose was that?”
Keep him talking.

“You haven’t figured that out yet?” The man sounded surprised. “You’re probably too focused on the small things. You haven’t looked at the bigger picture.”

What the hell is he talking about?
Mason couldn’t think straight. Next to him, Ava frowned as she listened to the call, leaning against Mason’s arm with her hand on his shoulder.

She smelled like the icy air from their earlier search.

“I don’t understand,” he said to the caller as he stared into Ava’s blue eyes. His pulse slowed down as he inhaled her calm. “You need to let Jake go. You haven’t done anything to him yet. It’s not too late.” He purposefully didn’t mention Josie’s death.

“Oh, it’s much too late,” the man whispered. “It’s been too late for decades. I just couldn’t see it until recently.”

The hair on Mason’s arms stood up.
Decades? Who?

“Tell me where I can find Jake. You didn’t hurt Henley; you need to do the same with Jake.”

“No, no, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

The depressed tone set off alarms in Mason’s brain. Ava dug her fingers into his shoulder as she listened.

A man’s voice on a scratchy speaker announced something in the background of the call. Mason couldn’t make out the words.
A radio station?

“It’s time, Mason,” he said slowly. “It’s time to bring everything back into balance. I’ll meet you in the freezer aisle.”

The phone call clicked off, and Mason’s vision tunneled.

He knew where to find Jake.

“Dear Lord,” he said.

24

“Get back!” Kent screamed at the woman in the freezer aisle.

“You don’t want to hurt him,” she said, stepping closer. “He’s just a boy!”

He tightened his arm around Jake’s neck, his hand clasping the knife close to his ear. The boy was tall, and Kent liked that Jake’s body blocked most of his own. With the boy’s hands still tied, there was little chance of him fighting back.

“Don’t make me shoot you!” he shouted, holding a gun in his other hand. The woman kept moving closer. The rest of the shoppers had scattered when he’d fired the first shot into the ceiling to clear out the grocery store. This one seemed to think her age made her safe. She looked to be in her late sixties. Her shoes were sensible, and her hair was pulled back in a long gray braid. She’d been in the freezer aisle when he’d fired the first shot and hadn’t even jumped. She’d slowly turned around and stared at him as the other shoppers screamed and ran, drowning out the peaceful Christmas music that had filled the store moments before.

Was she stoned? Who doesn’t flinch at a gunshot?

She smiled at him as if she could disarm him with her kindness. “He’s a good boy. You don’t want to make any mistakes that will haunt you forever.”

He pointed the gun at her and silently swore as he saw his hand shake. “Get the fuck away.”

She took another step, her hands out as if he were about to hand her a baby. “Give me the boy. You can just leave. No one will stop you.”

“Lady, if you don’t back away, I will shoot
you
.”

She shook her head at him. “You don’t want to harm anyone.”

Anger exploded in his brain.

His hand steadied and he fired. Her shoulder jerked, and she collapsed to her knees, clasping one hand over her shoulder. Shock filled her face, and her mouth opened in a large
O
, but she didn’t make any noise.

Screams came from the far end of the aisle. In his peripheral vision, he saw people running past the aisle entrance at the back of the store. Jake’s body shook, sending reverberations through his back and into Kent’s chest.

A female spoke over the loudspeaker. “Everyone needs to get out of the store. Now!”

“You shot me.” The woman blinked in shock.

“I warned you,” he shouted at her.
Damn her. Why had she forced his hand?

She scooted back until she was leaning against a freezer door. Blood slowly seeped between her fingers over her gunshot. “Why did you do it?” she asked.

“Because I told you to back off and you didn’t!” His gun hand shook again. “Why didn’t you listen?”

He glanced toward both ends of the aisle. A face peered around the corner at him from the front, but the back of the store seemed empty. He’d spent hours in this grocery store and had spotted all the cameras. One by the pharmacy, one near the alcohol, a few near the check stands, and one at each front door. The freezer aisle didn’t have any camera angles and was only visible to someone standing at either end of the aisle or from the top of the freezer case. But he could feel people watching him.

His skin crawled.

This was it.

After today, all would be right in the world. He’d see Wyatt again and leave the world back in balance.

“Sir, I can see you’re upset. What do you need?” A female voice spoke again over the loudspeaker in the store. Kent turned his head and saw a female employee peering at him from behind a check stand. Her body was well hidden, her head barely showing, and she lifted a tentative hand when he looked her way.

She had a lot more brains than the woman on the freezer-aisle floor.

“Tell the police I’m waiting for Mason Callahan of the Oregon State Police! I want to see his face in here,” he shouted at her. Jake jolted at his father’s name.

“Dad?” he whispered.

“Mason Callahan?” she repeated over the speaker.

Kent nodded at her.

“I’ll pass that on. Will you let the woman get medical attention?”

Kent glanced at the older woman on the floor. “She has to leave on her own power.”

The injured woman looked at Jake and back to Kent. “Let the boy help me out.”

Annoyance shot through Kent, and he aimed the gun at her head. “Shut your mouth and start moving.”

Anger flowed through her gaze at Kent. “You proud you shot an old woman? A strong man like you picks a boy as a victim? Hell holds a special place for people like you.”

“Lady, I’ve been living in hell for twenty years.”

She looked at Jake. “Hold on, son. God will watch over you.”

“Get out!” Kent screamed. An inner hot flash heated his brain, and he fought the urge to shoot her in the face. His finger touched the trigger. She swallowed hard, sent an apologetic look to Jake, and started to slowly scoot on her rear toward the front of the store.

Relief flowed through Kent. He rubbed his forehead with the back of the hand holding the gun. He wouldn’t have to shoot her again.

“Thank you for letting her go, sir. The police are on their way,” said the employee through the speaker.

Good. I want this over with.

Faint sirens sounded from outside the store, barely noticeable over David Bowie and Bing Crosby’s “Little Drummer Boy.”

“What do you want my dad for?” Jake asked.

“Shut up, kid.”

Time to wait.
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum.

Ava sat with Mason in the back of ASAC Ben Duncan’s SUV as it sped toward the grocery store. She clutched Mason’s hand as he stared out the window. More details of the story he’d first told her in bed had spilled out of him when they’d first gotten in the vehicle, but now he was oddly silent.

Mason had slowly lowered his cell phone after the kidnapper’s call at McKenzie’s home and stated, “I know where he is.”

She and the other law enforcement had held their breath.

“It’s Kent Jopek. I killed his son.” He’d turned dead eyes toward Ava. “He’s the father of the boy I told you about.”

“That wasn’t your fault!” Ava had shouted. She’d wanted to shake him. All life seemed to have drained from Mason as he stood stunned in McKenzie’s home.

“It doesn’t matter. Kent blames me. And now he wants me to suffer as he did. He’s going to kill Jake.” Mason had blinked a few times, shaking his head. “He’s at the Safeway on Fifteenth in Portland,” he’d stated to Duncan. “In the freezer aisle.”

Duncan had immediately thrown the machine into action, calling the Portland FBI office for that branch’s SWAT team. He discovered that Portland Police and their Special Emergency Response Team (SERT) had already received a call about a hostage situation in the grocery store.

And someone in the grocery store had already been shot.

“He’s crazy,” Ava muttered in the back seat. “Why? Why does he think this is the right thing to do?”

“I don’t know,” answered Mason. “He said something about bringing it back into balance. I guess that means I’m going to lose my son the way he did.” He stared out the window.

“No you’re not,” Ava stated. Anger fumed through her. Jopek might be playing some mind games with Mason and everyone else, but he was going to lose. “The FBI will get Jake out of there.”

“They don’t have time,” said Mason. “They aren’t even going to be in position in time. SERT will get there first. They’re good, but not as good as you guys.”

“We’ll do whatever we can when we get there. We need to talk to him, see what he wants.” Jake’s sad face filled her brain. The poor kid had been through so much in the last few days. His family had turned into zombies with Henley’s kidnapping, and he’d been left to float in the breeze the best he could. She’d tried. She’d reached out and voiced her concerns to the other adults. Had she not done enough?

“I’m going to kick his ass for leaving the house,” swore Mason. “We told him
not
to go anywhere.”

“This guy was obviously paying attention to everything going on with Jake. He wouldn’t have stopped until he had Jake. I wish we’d known Jake was his true focus.”

“Police say the person who got shot was an older female.” Duncan turned around from the front passenger seat. “She’s on her way to the hospital. Don’t know how bad it is. He shot her at close range when she tried to get the boy away from him.”

“Jesus Christ,” breathed Ava.

“He’s holed up in an aisle with Jake. Looks like the only weapons are a knife and a gun.”

“There wasn’t a gun the first time,” said Mason. “Except for mine and my partner’s. The homeless guy only had a knife.”

“I guess he’s evening up the odds this time,” replied Duncan. He looked at Ava. “Our SWAT team won’t be there yet. The local SERT team has a negotiator on the scene. You’ve got the most negotiator experience in the office. You up to giving him a hand until the team gets there?”

“Absolutely.” Adrenaline spiked through her. This could be the most important negotiation of her life.

“We’re gonna get your boy back,” Duncan said to Mason. “Jopek has got to have a vulnerable side if he’s camped out in the middle of an aisle.”

Ava glanced at Mason, who didn’t seem encouraged by Duncan’s words, but he nodded at the man. “Snipers?” he asked.

“Yep. We’re bringing in ours, and I know SERT will have some. Someone will have a shot,” Duncan said.

Mason’s face paled, and Ava remembered that he’d believed he had a clear shot.

“You weren’t a trained sniper,” she said, squeezing his hand. “And if you’d done nothing, his son would still be dead.”

“We don’t know that for certain,” Mason stated.

Ava wondered how often he thought about that day. Mason sat up straighter in his seat and looked out the window, tension growing on his face.

They pulled into a grocery-store parking lot, and acid pumped into her stomach.

Go time.

Mason stepped out of the FBI vehicle and put on his hat. The parking lot was crowded. Portland Police had already taped off the area and were interviewing witnesses in a cold huddle at the far end of the lot.
Were all the customers out of the store?
A SERT vehicle parked directly in front of one of the sets of doors. Men in military looking gear grouped on the safe side of the vehicle, getting a briefing. Two police cars blocked the other doors. Portland Police and Multnomah County vehicles continued to stream into the lot. ASAC Duncan stopped beside Mason and scanned the lot. “Who’s our guy?” he muttered.

Mason pointed at a group of Portland police officers, spotting a captain in the group who seemed to be giving orders. “Right there.” He and Ava followed Duncan and two other agents over to the group, who eyed them with suspicion.

Duncan made introductions.

“You’re the one who gave the ID?” Captain Hale asked Duncan.

Duncan pointed at Mason. “He got the call from the kidnapper. He’s the father of your hostage.”

Hale’s eyes narrowed. “You’re Mason Callahan? And you’re with OSP?”

“Major Crimes,” answered Mason. “This suspect lost his son in a shooting inside this store twenty years ago. I was there that day.”

The captain nodded. “The store manager said there’d been a shooting a long time ago in the exact same spot. I haven’t had time to verify it.”

“Freezer aisle?” Mason asked.

“Yep. He’s got a teen boy with him, and he keeps asking for you. He’s making it clear he won’t deal with anyone else.”

“Who’s talking to him?” Duncan asked.

“One of our hostage negotiators is in there now.”

“Our SWAT team is on the way, but I’ve got a negotiator with me.” Duncan gestured at Ava. “You mind if she gives your guy a hand?”

“We’ll take all the help we can. I don’t want this ending ugly,” said Hale. He eyed Ava. “But if he starts reacting just because you’re a female, you’re out of there. Some assholes don’t take kindly to being handled by a woman.”

Ava’s shoulders stiffened. “I know. And if I make him nervous, I’ll back away.”

“The store manager talked to him a bit over the intercom at first. She’s a levelheaded one, and he didn’t seem to mind her,” said Hale. “She got the store emptied of customers and even got him to release the woman he shot. The guy—you say his name is Kent?”

“Kent Jopek,” Mason stated. “How is the woman he shot?”

Captain Hale looked grim. “He shot her in the shoulder. She was able to get out of the aisle under her own power. The EMTs seemed to think she’d be okay. It didn’t look like she lost too much blood. She’s a tough bird. All the other shoppers scattered at the sight of his gun, but she kept moving closer, asking him to let the boy go.”