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  “Tell me what’s going on,” he said quietly. “What’s this about your father?”

  She leaned her head on his shoulder, grateful for his strength. “Hard to believe, isn’t it? But he’s the leader of a terrorist group that has done some awful things. His name is Crispin Hauer.”

  “I’ve never heard of him,” Chance lied.

  “He operates mostly in Europe, but his network extends to the States. He even has someone planted in the FBI.” She was unable to keep the raw bitterness out of her voice. “Why do you think I don’t have a license for that pistol? I don’t know who the plant is, how high he ranks, but I do know he’s in a position to learn if the FBI gets any information Hauer wants. I didn’t want to be in any database, in case he found out who adopted me and what name I’m using.”

  “So he doesn’t know who you are?”

  She shook her head. She had spent a lifetime keeping all her fear and worry bottled up inside her, and now she couldn’t seem to stop it from spewing out. “My mother took Margreta and left him before I was born. I’ve never met him. She was five months pregnant with me when she ran.”

  “What did she do?”

  “She managed to lose herself. America’s a big place. She stayed on the move, changing her name, paying with cash she had taken from his safe. When I was born, she intended to have me by herself, in the motel room she’d taken for the night. But I wouldn’t come, the labor just kept on and on, and she knew something was wrong. Margreta was hungry and scared, crying. So she called 911.”

  He wound a strand of golden hair around his finger. “And was there something wrong?”

  “I was breech. She had a C-section. While she was groggy from the drugs, they asked her the father’s name and she didn’t think to make up a name, just blurted out his. So that’s how I got into the system, and how he knows about me.”

  “How do you know he knows?”

  “I was almost caught, once.” She shivered against him, and he held her closer. “He sent three men. We were in…Indianapolis, I think. I was five. Mom had bought an old car and we were going somewhere. We were always on the move. We got boxed in, in traffic. She saw them get out of their cars. She had taught us what to do if she ever told us to run. She dragged us out of the car and screamed ‘Run!’ I did, but Margreta started crying and grabbed Mom. So Mom took off running with Margreta. Two men went after them, and one came after me.” She began shuddering. “I hid in an alley, under some garbage. I could hear him calling me, his voice soft like he was singing. ‘Sonia, Sonia.’ Over and over. They knew my name. I waited forever, and finally he went away.”

  “How did your mother find you again? Or was she caught?”

  “No, she and Margreta got away, too. Mom taught herself street smarts, and she never went anywhere that she wasn’t always checking out ways to escape.”

  He knew what that was like, Chance thought.

  “I stayed in my hiding place. Mom had told us that sometimes, after we thought they were gone, the bad men would still be there watching, waiting to see if we came out. So I thought the bad men might be watching, and I stayed as still as I could. I don’t think it was winter, because I wasn’t wearing a coat, but when night fell I got cold. I was scared and hungry and didn’t know if I’d ever see Mom again. I didn’t leave, though, and finally I heard her calling me. She must have noticed where I ran and worked her way back when she thought it was safe. All I knew was that she’d found me. After that was when she decided it wasn’t safe to keep us with her anymore, so she began looking for someone to adopt us.”

  Chance frowned. He hadn’t found a record of any adoption but hers. “The same family took both of you?”

  “Yes, but I was the only one adopted. Margreta wouldn’t.” Her voice was soft. “Margreta…remembers things. She had lost everything except Mom, so I guess she clung more than I did. She had a hard time adapting.” She shrugged. “Having grown up the way I did, I can adjust to pretty much anything.”

  Meaning she had taught herself not to cling. Instead, with her sunny personality, she had found joy and beauty wherever she could. He held her closer, letting her cling to him. “But…you said he was trying to kill you. It sounds as if he was trying very hard to get you back.”

  She shook her head. “He was trying to get Margreta back. He didn’t know me. I was just a means he could have used to force Mom to give Margreta back to him. That’s all he would want with me now, to find Margreta. If I was caught, when he found out I don’t know where she is, I’d be worthless to him.”

  “You don’t know?” he asked, startled.

  “It’s safer that way. I haven’t seen her in years.” Unconscious longing for her sister was in her voice. “She has my cell phone number, and she calls me once a week. So long as I answer the call, she knows everything is all right.”

  “But you don’t know how to get in touch with her?”

  “No. I can’t tell them what I don’t know. I move around a lot, so a cell phone was the best way for us. I keep an apartment in Chicago, the tiniest, cheapest place I could find, but I don’t live there. It’s more of a decoy than anything else. I suppose if I live anywhere it’s in Atlanta, but I take all the assignments I can get. I seldom spend more than one night at a time in one place.”

  “How would he find you now, since your name has been changed? Unless he knows who adopted you, but how could he find that out?” Chance himself had found her only because of the incident in Chicago, when her courier package was stolen and he checked her out. As soon as he said it, though, he knew that the mole in the FBI—and he would damn sure find out who that was—had probably done the same checking. Had he gone as deep in the layers of bureaucracy as Chance had, to the point of hacking into those sealed adoption records? Sunny’s cover might have been blown. He wondered if she realized it yet.

  “I don’t know. I just know I can’t afford to assume I’m safe until I hear he’s dead.”

  “What about your mom? And Margreta?”

  “Mom’s dead.” Sunny paused, and he felt her inhale as if bracing herself. “They caught her. She committed suicide rather than give up any information on us. She had told us she would—and she did.”

  She stopped, and Chance gave her time to deal with the bleakness he heard in her voice. Finally she said, “Margreta is using another name, I just don’t know what it is. She has a heart condition, so it’s better if she stays in one location.”

  Margreta was living a fairly normal life, he thought, while Sunny was on the move, always looking over her shoulder. That was what she had known since birth, the way she had been taught to handle the situation. But what about the years they had spent with the Millers? Had her life been normal then?

  She answered those questions herself. “I miss having a home,” she said wistfully. “But if you stay in one place you get to know people, form relationships. I couldn’t risk someone else’s life that way. God for bid I should get married, have children. If Hauer ever found me—” She broke off, shuddering at the thought of what Hauer was capable of doing to someone she loved in order to get the answers he wanted.

  One thing didn’t make sense, Chance thought. Hauer was vicious and crazy and cunning, and would go to any lengths to recover his daughter. But why Margreta, and not Sunny, too. “Why is he so fixated on your sister?”

  “Can’t you guess?” she asked rawly, and began shuddering again. “That’s why Mom took Margreta and ran. She found him with her, doing…things. Margreta was only four. He had evidently been abusing her for quite awhile, maybe even most of her life. By then Mom had already found out some of what he was, but she hadn’t worked up the nerve to leave. After she found him with Margreta, she didn’t have a choice.” Her voice dropped to an agonized whisper. “Margreta remembers.”

  Chance felt sick to his stomach. So in addition to being a vicious, murdering bastard, Hauer was also a pervert, a child molester. Killing was too good for him; he deserved to be dismembered—slowly.

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