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holding all the cards,” Kyle assured her.
    She twisted in her seat to face him. “What do you mean by that?”
    He ducked his head a little guiltily. “I told Joe what was going on.”
    â€œWithout running that by me first?” she cried. “You know what’ll happen if they find out we’ve involved the Sheriff’s Department!”
    â€œAbby,” Kyle said, keeping his tone even, “we need help on this. Mac might’ve played along with your story, but he’s not an idiot. Who do you think trained me how to assess a crime scene? Odds are good that he’s going to be back there as soon as the sun’s up, taking another look. If we’re going to keep him off the scent, there needs to be some misdirection. Joe can keep him focused on the burglary angle while we pursue our leads. But I think you underestimate my dad. I sure as hell don’t see eye to eye with the guy, but he’s not going to do anything that would get Emma killed. If you were just straight with him—”
    â€œNo!” Abby interrupted. “I’m not telling anyone else about this until my sister is home safe and sound. What if it were one of your brothers?”
    She had a point. There’s nothing Kyle wouldn’t do for one of his brothers. Even as strained as his relationship was with Gabe, he’d still throw down against anyone who threatened to do him harm, consequences to himself be damned.
    â€œOkay. Fine,” he relented. “We’ll play this your way.” For now . “But, uh, you should know I also asked Joe to look into the phone number.”
    â€œOh my God,” Abby moaned. “Kyle…”
    Good lord, I wish she was moaning that phrase in a totally different context…
    â€œI trust Joe with my life,” he reminded her. “He’ll know what to say to Elle McCoy to get her to request the search warrant so we can see the cell phone records.” When Abby gave him a doubting look, he added, “She’s the deputy prosecutor, Abby. We had to go through her. I’m sure Joe will just use the ol’ Dawson charm to convince her to keep things as quiet as possible.”
    â€œYou’re a bit out of the loop,” Abby informed him. “Gabe’s been trying to get into Elle’s pants for years, and she keeps turning him down like a hot stove. I hate to tell you, Kyle, but she’s immune to that ‘ol’ Dawson charm.’”
    â€œGood thing I didn’t send Gabe to do it then, eh?” he said, offering her a half-grin. But when that didn’t lessen her concern, he told her solemnly, “We had to try. This guy’s got us by the short and curlies, Abby. We need to get some kind of leg up on him.”
    Abby nodded. “Okay. You’re right. I just—” A single sob shook her shoulders. She hissed a curse under her breath and pressed her lips together in an angry line.
    God, it was breaking Kyle’s heart to see her going through this. The fucker who was holding her sister had better hope Emma came home okay, or Kyle would tear the bastard limb from limb. That protective urge he’d always felt toward Abby surged with a vengeance, making his blood boil with anger. He had no right to the feeling; that was for damned sure. But it didn’t stop him.
    Not knowing what else to do, he reached over and grasped her hand, giving it a squeeze. What he wanted to do was pull over and drag her into his arms, hold her close, and kiss her lips until she melted into him and let him take away all the pain and sorrow for a few fleeting moments. But he had to settle for just holding her hand.
    â€œWe’re gonna get Emma back,” he said. “I promise. And we’ll figure out if that was Curtis in the photo.”
    Her hand shifted a little in his grasp, and for a second he thought she was trying to withdraw from his touch. But, to his surprise, she twined her fingers with