Hes still alive, his attacker said. Then kicked Owen in the ribs for good measure.
Owen hardly felt the added insult, though he struggled to fill his lungs with oxygen. Cruz wailed in dismay, asking about Owen and sobbing his name repeatedly.
Mommy, Mommy, whats wrong with Owen?
Shut that kid up.
Owen lifted his head to speak to Penny. His vision was blurry, his mouth slack. When he tried to speak, a string of saliva dribbled from his lips. Mokay, he mumbled, forming the words for Cruzs sake. Im okay.
Penny looked horrified. Maybe he should have saved his breath.
The man put away the taser and cuffed Owens hands behind his back. He couldnt move, couldnt think. His muscles felt like jelly. He wiped his chin against the fabric of his jacket. Lethargy drowned out most of his embarrassment.
Hes okay, Penny murmured to Cruz, rocking him in her lap. Hes hurt, but hes going to be okay.
Where are we going?
To the hospital, she said immediately. Owen needs a doctor.
She knew what was happening. Of course she knew. She wasnt dumb. Even he knew, and his brain was fried.
What happened to him? Cruz asked.
He had a seizure.
A seizer?
Seizure, she corrected. Shaking you cant control. This man is helping Owen so he doesnt hurt himself again. Isnt that right, Mr....?
Dirk.
Mr. Dirk.
It was a bullshit name, but it was a bullshit story. Owen should have been more careful approaching the vehicle. In his haste to get Penny and Cruz away from the paparazzi, hed delivered them directly to...
The kidnappers.
He couldnt believe Shane was involved in this. He couldnt believe Shane was here. His brother had been living at a halfway house in Northern California. It went without saying that this violated the terms of his parole.
The kid wasnt supposed to be with her, Shane said.
What do you want to do with him?
Penny tightened her arms around Cruz protectively.
I cant drop him off on the street corner, Shane replied.
Maybe hell double our take, Dirk said.
Owen rested his forehead on the edge of the seat and tried to recover his wits. His stomach churned with nausea as he sorted through the fuzzy details. Penny was the target of this crime, not Cruz. The disappearance of two Sandoval family members would be noticed and investigated at once.
Despite the mix-up with Cruz, this kidnapping appeared to be an organized effort. The fire alarm must have been rigged. Theyd known Penny had been about to take the stage. Theyd known she had a single bodyguardhimand not an entourage. Theyd been following her. Waiting for an opportunity to strike.
The ease with which theyd executed the plan appalled him. With lucidity came regret. Hed failed to protect Penny and Cruz. Failed on every level. Hed been tricked, overpowered and stunned into submission.
Cruz had a booster seat, but Penny didnt put him in it. Her arms were wrapped tight around him, her jaw clenched with determination. If anyone tried to take him from her, shed claw their eyes out.
As the car went around a sharp corner, Owen slid towards Dirk. He wasnt trying to challenge him in any way, but he couldnt prevent his body from listing that direction. He had no control, no anchor.
Dirk gripped the back of Owens shirt and slammed him facedown on the seat. Straddling his thighs, he ripped off Owens communication device, which was hanging from his collar, and tossed it out the window. Then he checked him for weapons.
Owen gritted his teeth against the feel of another mans hands on him, diving into his pockets and thrusting between his legs. He didnt like incidental contact. Getting groped while he was restrained and vulnerable sent him over the edge.
Hed been held down before. Cheek smashed against the cold tile, wrists trapped in a cruel grip. He didnt want to travel to that dark place again. It was locked inside his memory, never to be revisited.
Dirk dispensed with Owens jacket and relieved him of his cell phone, pepper spray and tactical baton. He also found Owens money clip and confiscated it. This rent-a-cop doesnt even have a gun.
I told you he wouldnt, Shane said.
What kind of bodyguard doesnt pack heat?
Plenty of them. Some security experts used weapons, others didnt. Owen was trained in self-defense and close combat. His top priority was escorting members of the Sandoval family to safety, not getting into shoot-outs with assailants. He was also a convicted felon, so he couldnt own a gun. Being armed wouldnt have made a difference in this situation, anyway. Hed been incapacitated before hed had a chance to react.
With a derisive grunt, Dirk continued the search, running his hands along Owens thighs and circling his calves. He finished the pat-down, but the violation wasnt over. Dirk pinned Owen to the seat with his body weight, taking an aggressive rear-mount position. He slanted his forearm across the back of Owens neck, putting his mouth close to his ear. I heard you were a little bitch in prison.
Owen clenched his jaw, not responding to the dig. It was a common insult for ex-cons; Dirk had no idea what hed done inside. He was just trying to make Owen mad. Owen refused to give him the satisfaction. Dirks opinion meant nothing to him.
Penny was another story. Owen didnt want her to see him like this. When he glanced at her, she was watching them. Shed cradled Cruzs head to her chest to prevent him from witnessing the disturbing scene. Her eyes glittered with unshed tears.
He closed his, feeling like a loser.
Fifteen minutes ago, shed begged him to kiss her. For luck, shed said, gazing up at him. Hed been floored by the request, but hed also understood what prompted it. Shed needed an escape, a brief distraction. Hed fantasized about kissing herreally kissing hera thousand times. The temptation to plunder her mouth was hard to resist. But hed acted the gentleman, not mussing her pretty, painted lips.
In that fleeting moment, hed fooled himself into believing he was good enough for her. In this one, he felt absolutely worthless.
Quit fucking around, Shane said to Dirk. I dont want to get pulled over.
Dirk climbed off Owen and returned to his seat, adjusting a black handkerchief around his neck to cover his face. His baseball cap and casual clothes made him resemble a member of the paparazzi, but his powerful build suggested otherwise. Owen pegged him as a recent parolee.
When Owen was capable of moving, he dragged himself upright and settled into the space beside Penny and Cruz. He couldnt help them escape, but he could put his body between them and danger.
They were on the freeway. Shane sat behind the wheel, wearing a motorcycle face mask. Keshawn Jones was handcuffed in the passenger seat. He appeared to be suffering from the effects of electroshock, too.
Cruz twisted around in his mothers lap, studying him with solemn brown eyes. Are you better now, Owen?
Much better.
Why do you need those hancuffs?
I dont have control of my arms yet. I might hit someone. He glanced at Dirk, his fists clenched behind his back.
Can I hug you?
Owen was touched by the request. Sure, he said, clearing his throat.
Owen was touched by the request. Sure, he said, clearing his throat.
Cruz let go of Penny and put his small arms around Owens neck. He was a chatty kid, always full of questions and bouncing with energy. Penny encouraged him to be nice and mind his manners, but she also let him run wild when he needed to. She didnt try to smother his natural rambunctiousness or dole out harsh punishments. Owen respected Penny for raising Cruz with a gentle hand. It was clear the boy had never been mistreated in any way.
Cruz was so unlike how Owen had been at this age. Affectionate and expressive, quick to cry or laugh. Unselfconscious, unafraid. The way a child should be. Owens gaze met Pennys over the top of the boys head. He saw some of the same qualities in her.
The fact that Cruz cared so much about Owen, an employee, was deeply humbling. His little-boy empathy damn near broke Owens heart. Hed be devastated if Cruz got hurt on his watch. And he wanted to tear Shane apart, limb by limb, for playing a role in this fiasco.
Owen couldnt go back in time to reverse the abuse hed endured, or to erase the wrongs hed done. He might not be able to heal his damaged soul or overcome his past. But if he could protect another child from harm, it would be a step toward salvation. If he could keep Penny safe, he could live with himself.
The alternative was impossible to fathom.
Cruz kissed his cheek before returning to Penny. The simple gesture caused pressure to build behind Owens eyes. He took a deep breath, blinking the tears away. Shane noticed this exchange and issued a silent warning in the rearview mirror.
Owen understood the danger he was in. He had no value to the kidnappers. Sandoval wouldnt pay for his safe return. He was a liability. If he tried to defend Penny or Cruz, theyd probably kill him.
He wondered what Shane planned to do with him. They hadnt seen each other in eight years. Shane talked to their mother on a regular basis, and she sent him monthly care packages, but he hadnt stayed in communication with anyone else from the outside world. That included his own son, Jamie.
Owen studied the interior of the Cadillac, his heart pounding. It had master locks, so Penny couldnt open her door. The fire alarm had caused enough chaos to mask the kidnapping, but the security cameras in front of the convention center would show footage of the crime. There was a tracking device inside the car.
Shane pulled off the freeway, glancing in the rearview mirror. He seemed confident that they werent being followed. They continued to an industrial area, where he parked in a deserted lot next to a black SUV.
Is this the hospital? Cruz asked.
No, Penny said.
Where are we?
Shh.
Shane got out and opened her door. In addition to the half mask covering the lower part of his face, he wore a black handkerchief like a headband. His blond hair was shaggy. He was still lean, but he looked taller, and hed put on weight. Those powerful shoulders were straight from the exercise yard.
He gestured toward the SUV, mock-chivalrous. Your chariot awaits.
Penny turned to Owen for approval. He nodded for her to go ahead. She exited the car with Cruz and glanced around the empty parking lot. If theyd been followed, the police would have intervened already. But no shouts to halt rang out across the dark night. No officers swarmed the area, and no helicopter hovered overhead.
Hurry up, princess, Shane said. We dont have all night.
Penny couldnt run away in high heels with Cruz in tow; she got in the SUV. Dirk dragged Owen out of the Cadillac and shoved him into the backseat with her, climbing in after. She scooted over and put Cruz on her lap to make room. As discreetly as possible, she tried to lift the door handle on the opposite side of the vehicle.
It didnt budge.
Shane left Keshawn Jones handcuffed in the Cadillac and got behind the wheel of the SUV. Starting the engine, he drove out from the parking lot and headed east, away from downtown San Diego.
It was an uncomfortable ride. There wasnt enough room in the backseat. Owen was smashed against Pennys side. Cruz asked about the hospital again, but he sounded sleepy. She sang him Spanish lullabies in a soft voice, rocking him until he drifted off.
At some point, her son would wake up and realize they werent going to the hospital. Hed wonder what was happening and get upset. Owen wasnt looking forward to the moment when reality struck.
He sat motionless and silent, his body thrumming with tension.
About twenty minutes later, Shane stopped by the side of the road. Give me his phone, he said, reaching into the backseat.
Dirk located Owens cell phone and passed it forward.
Did you turn the tracking off?
Yes.
Youre going to talk to Sandoval, Shane said to Owen. Tell him we want two million in a large duffel bag, unmarked. He has to bring it alone, no cops. Well call back tomorrow with more instructions.
Owen couldnt refuse. He didnt have a choice.
Shane found Sandovals number in Owens list of contacts and pressed the button. Then he handed the phone back to Dirk, who held it close enough for Owen to speak into.
Jorge Sandoval answered with his own demand: Where are you?
Shane shook his head. No details.
Im with Penny and Cruz, Owen said.
Put her on.
Shane nodded, allowing it. Dirk turned the phone toward Penny. Daddy, she said in a tremulous voice. Estamos bien.
It meant were okay, but Shane didnt know that. He made a sharp gesture across his throat. Dirk moved the phone back to Owen, who repeated their requests. Her father gave an immediate agreement, as calm and diplomatic as ever. Dirk ended the call.
Shane pointed a menacing finger at Penny. You speak English or Ill cut your pretty little tongue out.
Owens muscles went taut. He wanted to fly across the seat and attack his brother with his teeth, to smash his forehead against Shanes until they were both unconscious. But such an attempt would only result in him getting tased or beaten, and Penny would be no better off. So he curbed his fury and stayed still.
Do you understand?
Yes, her mouth said. Her eyes said fuck you.
What did she say? Shane asked Owen.
She said were okay.
Shane turned around and started the engine again, muttering something about Mexicans. He continued to head east, toward the desert.
Owen noted the road signs and guessed their destination: The Badlands. It was a vast expanse of nothingness near Salton City, where theyd grown up. There were no witnesses and a thousand places to hide. Sandovals security team would have a hard time finding them out here in the tumbleweeds. Cell phone service was spotty, rescue was unlikely, and an organized search effort would be difficult.
Owens spirits sank lower with every mile. People who disappeared in the deep desert never came back. Shane had chosen this desolate place for a reason.
He hooked a right on the S-22, a winding highway between the Salton Sea and the U.S.Mexico border. Dozens of sandy dirt roads led south, toward rocky hills, agave groves and mud caves. It wasnt the kind of terrain you wanted to get lost in. On an average August day, the heat was unbearable.
They traveled far from the main road, past the last vestiges of civilization, beyond the dirt roads. Few backcountry hikers would brave the late summer temperatures in the sun-ravaged badlands. Human traffickers and drug smugglers were active at night, but seldom seen. Even the border patrol didnt have the resources to cover this entire area. Its harsh conditions were deterrent enough for most criminals.