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five-member team composed of a few blood relatives and Vanja. His little group had also become pariahs to the Gypsy community – the Rom – because they’d found a way to make real the gadjo myth that Gypsies steal children. Kidnapping babies, for profit or otherwise, was abhorrent to the Gypsy community. But it didn’t bother Stefan Radko and his crew. Even when the puri daj , the old matriarch, “gave him the eye,” cursing him and his followers – Te bisterdon tumare anava (May your names be forgotten) – he had just laughed.
    Radko felt a rush of adrenaline each time he snatched a child. But this one was different. This one was American. He tried to consider all the implications. Would he still be paid? Should he just dump the kid? He needed to think this through, but Vanja wasn’t helping. He looked at her. No matter how mad she made him, he still felt a stirring in his loins. Twenty years his junior, blond and blue-eyed, voluptuous; she was the best looking woman he’d ever fucked. But he had to teach her who was boss.
    “Shut up, woman,” he yelled, shooting her an icy-blue-eyed, venomous look. “I can’t think with you complaining in my ear!”
    “I told you not to send that imbecile, Rumiah. Didn’t I say she’d cause trouble?” Vanja shouted. “But, oh no, just because she’s your sister. I’ll put a curse on–”
    He busted her lip with the back of his hand.
    Silence.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Bob sat with Liz until the drugs the doctor gave her kicked in. Then he helped her to their bed and left her long enough to call the veterinarian to check on White Dog. He wasn’t surprised but his heart still felt leaden when the vet told him he shouldn’t get his hopes up. Bob looked across the room at White Dog’s bed. “You were here,” he whispered. “You tried to save Michael. That’s more than I did.”
    Even after the sedatives knocked her out, Liz moaned in the bed, her arms and legs twitching spasmodically. She tossed her head from side to side. Bob paced. He passed the telephone a hundred times, each time silently praying for it to ring with news about his son. But the doorbell rang instead.
    He couldn’t keep disappointment from his face when he saw his commander, Colonel Geoffrey Gray, and Gray’s wife, Susan, on his front porch.
    “How’s Liz?” Gray asked.
    “Out cold,” Bob said. “The doctor said she’d sleep until morning.”
    Gray shook his head. “And how are you doing?”
    “Jeez, Geoffrey, how do you think he’s doing?” Susan snapped at her husband.
    Gray shot his wife a look. “Why don’t you check on Liz?” he suggested between clenched teeth.
    Susan stomped toward the bedroom.
    “It’s been over fourteen hours, and not a word,” Bob said, his voice breaking. “I don’t have a clue where to look for him. I’m a soldier, Colonel. I know how to fight. But who do I fight? I’ve never felt more lost in my life.”
    Gray put a hand on Bob’s shoulder.
    “I pulled some strings over at the Hellenic army headquarters,” he said. “They’re sending someone from the police to escort you to a roadblock up north on the National Highway. They can always use another set of eyes and ears. And who better than you when it comes to identifying Michael? I think–”
    The doorbell interrupted Gray. He walked to the front door and opened it. “Yes, what is it?” Gray growled.
    “Inspector Petros Zavitsanos,” the man said, displaying an identification card.
    “We’ve been waiting for someone from the police,” Gray said. “But I didn’t expect an inspector to be sent on escort duty.”
    “Just part of the job, Colonel,” Zavitsanos said. “Especially when the Minister of Security orders it.” There was a hint of reprimand in his tone, as though he knew it was Gray who had called the Minister. Zavitsanos looked at Bob. “Are you ready?” he asked. “We are going to a highway checkpoint.”
    “Yeah,” Bob said. “But give me a minute.” He left the room