“Long list of O’Neals with cr
iminal records. I’ve got people trying to make a connection, but that will take some time.”
“I could kick Nate for not getting his name out of those deputies,” Delores said.
Shortly before Goliad and Timmy had arrived, Nate had slunk out, leaving the task of finding his wayward colleague to them. Not that his contributions had been of much help, and his unsolicited editorial comments had begun to grate on Delores.
“If we asked the deputies for her father’s name now, it would raise red flags,” Richard said. “Besides, I doubt she’ll remain stationary. She’ll be trying to get to the girl.”
“I’ve got hackers checking airlines and car rental companies,” Goliad said. “Neither her name nor Mallett’s has shown up anywhere. And,” he said, drawing a breath, “there’s another complication.”
“Great. Just what we need,” Delores remarked.
Goliad looked at her apologetically before explaining. “I’ve got snitches all over the city with their ears to the ground. One picked up on an Atlanta PD officer asking around for them at a bar out near the airport where pilots of Mallett’s caliber hang out.”
“Atlanta PD?” Delores asked.
“Thanks to Timmy and the knife fight,” Richard said.
“Probably,” Goliad replied somberly. “Last thing we want is for me and police to overlap in our pursuit of Dr. O’Neal. Everybody knows who I work for. Something happens to her, it could come back to you.”
Richard dragged his hands down his face. “So where does this leave us?”
“I continue looking, but keep it discreet. Hope something turns up.”
“With absolutely no guarantee that anything will before time runs out.”
Goliad raised his hands at his sides in a gesture of helplessness. “Until something breaks, I don’t know what else to do, sir.”
Delores had been making aimless circuits around the room but following every word of the discussion. She said, “We can’t depend on something breaking. Since it appears that Dr. O’Neal has gone undercover, we must do something to bring her out.”
“Like what?” Richard asked.
“I don’t know. But someone had better arrive at an idea. And soon.” Turning to Goliad, she said, “Take Timmy to whatever rock he sleeps under, then come right back. I want you here if you get a bite from any of the hooks you’ve baited. Richard and I are dead on our feet. We’re going to sleep for a while. You can stretch out on the sofa in the den.”
“I won’t be long.” Goliad headed for the door.
Delores fell into step behind him and said to Richard, “I’ll see them on their way. Would you like something from the kitchen?”
“I’m fine.”
She and Goliad left the room together. Timmy was nowhere in sight. She drew Goliad to a stop. “I’m glad we have a moment alone,” she whispered. “There’s something you don’t know that I feel you should.”
She told him about Richard’s gaffe of mentioning bloodshed to the deputies. “We weren’t supposed to know anything about that fight. In fact, we both pretended to be shocked when they told us about it. Maybe they didn’t catch the slip.”
Goliad frowned. “Safer to assume that they did and are now wondering why you lied to them.”
She slumped. “That’s my greatest worry. That’s why I needed to tell you.” Looking contrite, she added, “We dump everything on you, and rely on you far too much.”
“Not at all.”
“No, we do. I can tell that you’re as exhausted as we are, but you’re so dedicated. We don’t take your loyalty for granted, although I’m afraid there are times when you might think we do. The truth is, I don’t know what we would do without you, Goliad.”
Lightly, she rested her hand on the placket of his shirt. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” Stepping closer, she said, “I’m not entirely trustful of Timmy. Honestly, I’m a little afraid of him. I won’t go to sleep until I know you’re back and under our roof.”
“I’ll get back as soon as I can.”
“Are you sure you’ll be comfortable enough on the sofa?”