out back.”
It would be dark before too long. The sun, a bright orange glow on the horizon, was retreating. “I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”
As soon as Caleb walked inside, Katherine hit him with the first question.
“What did the sheriff say?” She stroked the little yellow tabby who had made herself at home in her lap.
“How’d you manage that?” He inclined his chin toward the kitty.
She shrugged. “She hopped on the couch and curled up. She’s a sweet girl. Why?”
“Claws has been afraid of people ever since I brought her into the house.”
“How’d she lose her leg?”
“Found her like that when I was riding fences one day. She was in pretty bad shape. Vet fixed her up, and she’s been my little shadow ever since. Scratched the heck out of Matt the first time he picked her up. Usually hides when I have company.”
Claws purred as Katherine scratched under her chin. “Can’t imagine who would hurt such a sweet girl.” She paused, and then locked gazes. “You were going to tell me what the sheriff said.”
“That he’d contact me if they found anything. Do you remember what else you were doing before the men showed up?”
“We’d bought a jar of local honey. We were picking out pumpkins to take home with us.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s it. That’s all I remember.”
Caleb moved to the side table and picked up the empty soup bowl. “You drink coffee?”
“Yes.”
“Give me five minutes. In the meantime, sheriff wants a list of names. Anyone who might’ve been out to hurt your sister. Or you.”
He put down the bowl, took a pen and paper from a side table drawer and placed it next to her before moving into the kitchen.
She was making scribbles on the sheet of paper when he returned and handed her a cup. “Wasn’t sure how you took yours.”
“Black is fine.” She gripped the mug. “What’s next? How long does the sheriff expect me to sit here and do nothing?”
“Waiting’s hard. Believe me, everything that can be done is happening. The authorities have all their resources on this. My men are filling the gaps. It’s best to stay put until the sheriff calls. Give yourself a chance to heal. How’s your leg?”
“Better. Thank you.”
His bandage job looked to be holding. “What was the last thing you remembered before Noah was...” Damn. He hated saying the word taken out loud.
“I don’t know. After the pumpkins, we were going on a hayride. I’d gone over to tell him. He was playing with the really big ones on the edge of the patch. Near the woods. I took pictures of him climbing on them. If we can find my phone, I can supply the sheriff with a recent photo.”
“Think you might have captured the guys on your camera?”
“It’s possible.”
“I’ll notify the sheriff.”
Caleb phoned Coleman and provided an update. The hunt for her belongings intensified. They might find answers. At the very least, Matt would believe her if she could produce a picture of her nephew. Why did that seem so important?
“Think they saw you snapping shots?”
She shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Did Noah scream?”
“They covered his mouth at the same time they grabbed him around the waist. Didn’t bother once we got out of range.” Sadness, desperation, fear played out across her features. “Please tell me we’ll find him. I don’t know what they want. If I can’t produce a file, I’m afraid they’ll take it out on him.”
Caleb moved from his spot on the love seat to the couch and draped an arm around her. “We won’t allow it. We’ll figure it out.”
“I wish I’d been thinking more clearly. I panicked. Dropped everything. If I had those pics now, we might have a direction.”
Five raps on the door—Matt’s signature knock—came before the door sprang open. His foreman rushed in holding a black purse.
Claws darted under the sofa.
Katherine strained to push off the couch. “You found it.”
“The boys did.” Matt’s gaze moved