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In Search of Her Son
When a young boy goes missing from wilderness day camp, Alaskan search and rescue worker Josiah Witherspoon is on the case. The brooding ex-marine promises to find the child and return him to his worried mother. But he doesn’t know that Ella Jackson has a secret past. One that could put them all in danger. When tensions mount, Ella needs to tell Josiah the truth—but she can’t set aside her fears enough to trust him. Ella and Josiah are ready to risk their lives to save her son, but will they risk their hearts, as well?
Alaskan Search and Rescue: Risking their lives to save the day
“Someone else has been here recently.”
Josiah pointed to the ground. “That’s Robbie’s shoe print and that’s someone with a twelve or thirteen size boot.”
“A man? Someone else searching for the kids?”
His gut clenched. “Maybe one of the counselors came this way.” Or maybe it was someone else who had nothing to do with the day camp. He wouldn’t voice that to Ella. She didn’t need to worry any more than she already was.
Josiah continued after Buddy. The dog stopped at the base of a spruce tree, sniffing the trunk, then taking off to the left.
Ella’s wide brown eyes riveted on him. “I saw the lengthening of the spaces between the footprints. Robbie was running, wasn’t he?”
Her gaze drew him in, so much pain reflected in it. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to answer her question, not wanting to add to her distress.
“You don’t have to say anything. I can see it on your face. Something or someone scared him. The person whose boot prints we found with his. I saw them under the tree, too. He’s being stalked.”
MARGARET DALEY, an award-winning author of ninety books (five million sold worldwide), has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread, and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household. To find out more about Margaret visit her website at margaretdaley.com.
To Save Her Child
Margaret Daley
www.millsandboon.co.uk
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Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
About the Author
Title Page
Bible Verse
Dedication
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
EPILOGUE
Dear Reader
Extract
Copyright
ONE
Ella Jackson looked longingly at the black leather couch against the far wall in her office. If only she could close her eyes for an hour—even half an hour—she would be ready to tackle the rest of the data entry for the upcoming Northern Frontier Search and Rescue training weekend.
She trudged to her desk, staring at the stack of papers she needed to work her way through before picking up her eight-year-old son from day camp, then heading home. She should have been finished by now, but in the middle of the night a search and rescue call had gone out for an elderly gentleman. She had manned the command center for his search, which had ended with the man being found, but her exhaustion from lack of sleep was finally catching up with her.
When she saw her son, Robbie, he would no doubt have a ton of questions about the emergency that had sent him to her neighbor’s. This wasn’t the first time she’d disturbed her son’s sleep in the middle of the night because of a search and rescue, and Robbie was a trooper. Once he’d come with her to the command center when she couldn’t find a babysitter. He’d begged to go with her ever since then, but it was impossible to watch over him and fulfill her duties. She’d promised him when he was older, he could.
The sight of the training folder on the desktop screen taunted her to get to work. David Stone, who ran the organization, would return soon and need the list, since the instructional exercises would take place in two days. So much to get done before Saturday. As she sat in her desk chair, she rubbed her blurry eyes, then clicked on the folder. The schedule and list popped up, the cursor blinking hypnotically. When her head started dropping forward, she jerked it up. Not even two pots of coffee were helping her to stay alert.
The door into the hangar opened, and her boss entered. He’d conducted the aerial search for Mr. Otterman, who had finally been found wandering in the middle of a shallow stream two miles from his nursing home.
Her gaze connected with David’s. “Mr. Otterman checked out fine, according to your wife, and he’s safely back at Aurora Nursing Home.”
“Thankfully Josiah and Alex got to him before he made it to the river the stream fed into.” He looked as tired as she felt. “Josiah is right behind me. Send him into my office when he comes in.”
For a few seconds, Ella was sidetracked by the mention of Josiah. There was something about the man that intrigued her. His short black hair, the bluest eyes she’d ever seen and a slender, athletic build set her heart racing. Although he was handsome, she’d learned to be leery of men with those kinds of looks. No, it was his presence at a search and rescue that drew her to him. Commanding, captivating—and a loner. She knew one when she met one because she was much more comfortable alone, especially after her marriage to an abusive man. For a second, thoughts of her ex-husband threatened to take hold. She wouldn’t go there. He’d done enough to her in the past. She wouldn’t allow him—even in memories—into her present life.
“Ella, are you all right?”
David pulled her away from her thoughts. “I’m okay. Bree wanted me to tell you to go home and get some sleep since you never went to bed last night.”
“My wife worries too much. Josiah and I need to work out some details about the training this weekend.” David studied her. “But you should definitely go home. You were here before I was this morning.”
“But these lists—”
The jarring ring of the phone cut off the rest of Ella’s sentence. She snatched it up and said, “Northern Frontier Search and Rescue. How may I help you?”
“Mrs. Jackson?” a female voice asked.
It sounded like one of the counselors at the day camp Robbie went to during the summer. “Yes. Is this Stacy?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry to call you, but your son and two other boys are missing. We’ve looked everywhere around here and can’t find them. We’ll continue—”
“What happened?” Stunned, Ella gripped the phone tighter. Surely she’d misheard.
“We don’t know. Robbie, Travis and Michael were playing together during free time between activities, but when the counselor rounded up everyone for the Alaskan bear presentation, they were gone.”
“I’ll be right there with some help to search for them.” She didn’t know how she managed to speak a coherent sentence, her mouth was as dry as the desert. Phone still in her trembling hand, Ella rose, glancing around for her purse. Where did she put it?
“I’d hoped you would say that. It’s not like them to run off.”
“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” She nearly dropped the phone as she looked around trying to find her leather bag. Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead. Usually it was on the floor under the desk near her feet.
Where is it? I need my keys. The camp wouldn’t call me unless...
Her heartbeat raced. Tears pooled in her eyes. She put the phone in its cradle, and then rummaged through her desk drawers.
David clasped her arms and forced her to stop her search. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Robbie. He’s missing from Camp Yukon with two other boys.”
David released his grasp and reached toward the filing cabinet. “Here’s your purse.” He put it in her hand.
She hugged her handbag against her chest, then started for the door.
“Wait, Ella. Let me make some calls. We’ll get volunteers out to the campsite. Josiah is still out in the hangar with his dog, Buddy. Catch him before his sister leaves. She was heading out to her car when I came in. Have one of them drive you. You shouldn’t go by yourself, and it might take me some time to get the search organized and notify the authorities in case the camp hasn’t.”
As though on autopilot, Ella changed directions and headed to the hangar, scanning the cavernous area for Josiah Witherspoon and his search and rescue German shepherd. They had just been successful in finding Mr. Otterman. But then she thought back to the ones they hadn’t found in time. Not my son. Please, God. Not my son.
Ella spied Josiah coming into the open hangar from outside, Buddy, a black-and-brown German shepherd on a leash next to him. He walked toward her, his long strides quickly cutting the distance between them.
“What’s wrong, Ella?” His tanned forehead scrunched and his dark blue eyes filled with concern. “Another job?”
Words stuck in her throat. She nodded, fighting the tears welling in her. “My son is missing,” she finally squeaked out.
“Where? When?” he asked, suddenly all business.
“About an hour ago at Camp Yukon, which is held at Kincaid Park near the outdoor center. They did a preliminary search but couldn’t find him or the two boys with him. David said—” She swallowed several times. “I hope you can help look for them.”
Josiah was already retrieving his cell phone from his belt clip. “I’ll let Alex know to go there. She just left with her dog, Sadie.” He connected with his twin sister and gave her the information. “I’ll be right behind you. I’m bringing Ella,” he told her. Then he hung up.
“You don’t have to. I can...” She gripped her purse’s straps tighter, the leather digging into her palms. Robbie was all she had. I can’t lose him, Lord. “Thanks. It’s probably wiser if I don’t drive.”
“Let’s go. My truck is outside.” Josiah fell into step next to her.
Ella slid a glance toward him, and the sight of Josiah, a former US Marine, calmed her nerves. She knew how good he and his sister were with their dogs at finding people. Robbie would be all right. She had to believe that. The alternative was unthinkable. She shuddered.
On the passenger side he opened the back door for Buddy, then quickly moved to the front door for Ella. “I’ll find Robbie. I promise.”
The confidence in his voice further eased her anxiety and momentarily held the cold at bay. Ella climbed into the F-150 extended cab with Josiah’s hand on her elbow, as if he was letting her know he would be here for her. She appreciated it, but at the moment she felt as though she was barely holding herself together. She couldn’t fall apart because Robbie would need her when they found him. He was probably more frightened than she was. Once, when he was five, they had been separated in a department store, and when she’d found him a minute later, he had been sitting on the floor, crying.
As Josiah started the engine, Ella hugged her arms to her and ran her hands up and down them. But the chill had returned and burrowed its way into the marrow of her bones, even though the temperature was sixty-five degrees and the sun streamed through the truck’s windshield, heating up the interior.
Josiah glanced at her. “David will get enough people to scour the whole park.”
“But so many just came off working Mr. Otterman’s disappearance.”
“That won’t stop us. There are three lost boys. Do you have anything with Robbie’s scent on it?”
“I do. In my car.”
He backed up to her ten-year-old black Jeep Wrangler. “Where?”
“Front seat. A jacket he didn’t take with him to the babysitter last night.” Ella grasped the handle. The weatherman had mentioned the temperatures overnight would dip down into the forties, and all Robbie was wearing was a thin shirt.
“I’ll get it.” Josiah jumped out of the truck before Ella had a chance to even open her door.
She watched him move to her car. She’d only known Josiah and his sister for six months, since they’d begun volunteering for Northern Frontier Search and Rescue, but they’d quickly become invaluable to the organization. Alex had lived here for years, whereas Josiah had only recently left the Marines. They were co-owners of Outdoor Alaska, a company that outfitted search and rescue teams and wilderness enthusiasts.
Although he was a large man, she’d seen Josiah move with an agility that surprised her. He returned with Robbie’s brown jacket in his grasp.
He gave it to Ella. “This will help Buddy find your son.”
The bright light of a few minutes ago began to fade. Ella leaned forward, staring out the windshield at the sky. Dark clouds drifted over the sun. “Looks like we’ll have a storm late this afternoon.”
When Josiah flowed into the traffic on Minnesota Drive, an expressway that bisected Anchorage, his strong jawline twitched. “We can still search in the rain, but let’s hope we find them beforehand or that the weatherman is wrong.”
Ella leaned her head against the headrest and closed her eyes. She had to remain calm and in control. That was one of the things she’d always been able to do in the middle of a search and rescue, but this time it was her son. Now she knew firsthand what the families of the missing people went through. The thundering beat of her heart clamored against her chest, and the rate of her breathing increased. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she scrubbed her hand across her face.
“Ella, I won’t leave the park until we find the boys.”
“There are a lot of trees and animals in the park. What if he runs into a bear or even a moose? They could...” She refused to think of what could happen. Remain calm. But no matter how much she repeated that to herself, she couldn’t.
“How old is your son?”
“Eight.”
“Has he had any survival training in the outdoors?”
“A little. One of the reasons I signed him up for the day camp was to start some of that. We’ve made a few excursions but haven’t camped overnight anywhere.” Robbie was timid and afraid of everything. If she’d left her ex-husband sooner, her son might not be so scared of loud noises, or the dark. At least Robbie wasn’t alone and it was still light outside.
“We’ll be there soon.”
In the distance Ella glimpsed Ted Stevens Anchorage International Airport, which was north of the park. Maybe the counselors had found Robbie by now. Then she realized that they would have called her if they had. She checked her cell phone to make sure the ringer’s volume was up.
Josiah exited the highway, and at an intersection he slanted a look toward her that made Ella feel as though he were sending her some of his strength and calmness. “Thank you for bringing me.”
“Remember how successful we were at locating Mr. Otterman? The park is big, but it is surrounded on two sides with water and one with the airport. The area is contained.”
“But it’s fourteen hundred acres. That’s a huge area to cover.”
“Can he swim?”
Ella swiped a few stray stands of her blond hair back from her face. “Yes, but why do you ask?”
“I’m just trying to get a sense of what Robbie knows how to do since the park has water and Cook Inlet butts up against it.”
“He loves to fish, so I made sure he learned to swim at an early age.”
“I love to fish. Nothing beats a fresh-caught salmon.”
Ella rubbed her thumb into her palm over and over. “That’s how the bears feel, too. What if he runs into one and forgets everything he’s been taught?” Her heartbeat raced even more at the thought.
Josiah turned onto Raspberry Road. “If he doesn’t run from one and makes noise as he walks, he should be okay. Neither one wants to be surprised. I’m sure the first day the counselors went over how to behave in the wilderness.”
“Yes, but...”
Josiah slowed and threw her a look full of understanding. “You’ve dealt with family members when someone is lost, like Mr. Otterman’s son and daughter-in-law earlier today. I’ve seen you. You always seem to be able to reassure them. Think about the words you tell them and repeat them to yourself.”
“I pray with them. I tell them about the people who are looking for their loved one. How good they are at what they do.”
“Exactly.” Josiah tossed his head toward the backseat of the cab. “Buddy is good at locating people. I know how to track people through a forest. Tell you what—I’ll start the prayer. You can add whatever you want.”
As Josiah began his prayer for Robbie, something shifted inside Ella. The tight knot in her stomach began to unravel.
“Lord, I know Your power and love. Anything is possible through You. Please help Buddy and me find Robbie and the other two boys safe and unharmed.” Josiah’s truck entered the park, and he glanced at her.
“And please bless the ones searching for my son and his friends. Comfort the families and friends who are waiting. Amen,” Ella finished, seeing Josiah in a new light today. They’d talked casually the past few months, but there was always a barrier there, a look of pain in his blue eyes. She knew that expression because she fought to keep hers hidden since she dealt with so many people who needed someone to listen to them when they were hurting. She could help them, but she wasn’t sure anyone could help her.
* * *
In the woods, Josiah gave Buddy as much leash as possible and let him dictate where they went. Having insisted she couldn’t stay at the command post, Ella trailed behind him as they searched farther away from the base at the day camp. His sister and her dog, Sadie, were following Travis’s scent, while another search and rescue worker, Jesse Hunt, had the third boy’s backpack, and his dog was tracking that child.
Josiah glanced over at Alex to his right and Jesse to his left, both within ten feet of him. Suddenly the dogs veered away from each other. Buddy went straight while the others made an almost ninety-degree turn.
“They separated?” Ella asked, coming up to his side.
“I believe so.” Tearing his gaze away from her fearful eyes, Josiah examined the soft ground. “Someone else has been here recently.” He pointed to the ground. “That’s Robbie’s shoe print and that’s someone with a size twelve or thirteen boot.”
“A man? Someone else searching for the kids?”
His gut clenched. “Maybe one of the counselors came this way.” Or maybe it was someone else who had nothing to do with the day camp. He wouldn’t voice that to Ella. She didn’t need to worry any more than she already was.
Josiah continued following Buddy, scanning the ground for any signs that would help him find Robbie. He didn’t know how Ella could deal with the people who waited to see if their family member or friend was found. While bringing her to Kincaid Park, he’d felt unsure of what to say to help her. He was used to being alone. He was better off working alone with Buddy. He’d learned that the hard way.
Buddy stopped at the base of a spruce tree, sniffing the trunk, then taking off to the left. Josiah inspected the lower branches and found a few of the smaller ones were broken off—recently.
“I believe he climbed this tree.” Josiah pointed at the damaged limbs, then headed the direction Buddy went.
“If only he’d stayed here. It’s been hours since he disappeared. It’s starting to get colder, and he has no jacket on.” Falling into step next to Josiah, Ella scanned the dense woods surrounding them.
The quaver in her voice penetrated the hard shell he’d placed his emotions in to put his life back together after being a prisoner of war in the Middle East. “He’s walked and even run a long way from where he was last seen. He’ll get tired and probably find a place to rest.”
Ella’s wide brown eyes were riveted to his. “What made them separate? I saw the lengthening of the spaces between the footprints. He was running then, wasn’t he?”
Her gaze drew him in, so much pain reflected in it. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to answer her question, not wanting to add to her distress.
“You don’t have to say anything. I can see it on your face. Something or someone scared him. The person whose boot prints we found with his. I saw them under the tree, too. He’s being stalked.” Ella came to stop.
“It could be someone searching for the kids. Don’t jump to any conclusions. Speculation can drive you crazy.”
“Just the facts, then. We’re on point on this search. The rest are spread out and going much slower behind us.” Her teeth dug into her lower lip.
Before he realized what he was doing, he touched her shoulder, feeling the tension beneath his fingers. “Let’s go. We don’t need to stand around speculating.” He squeezed her gently before he turned toward Buddy, who was sniffing the ground five yards away.
His dog barked and charged forward, straining against the leash. Five minutes later, Buddy weaved through some trees, yelping several times. Josiah kept pace with his dog, his body screaming in protest at the long hours he’d been awake without much rest. His German shepherd circled a patch of ground.
Josiah came to a halt at the spot with Ella next to him. She stared at the ground, her face pale. Bear prints. Fresh ones.
“A bear is nearby, possibly after Robbie,” Ella whispered in a squeaky voice, her eyes huge.
TWO
Ella sucked in a deep breath that she held until pain shot through her chest. Finally she exhaled, then managed to ask, “Is the bear following him?”
“No, but it looks as though Robbie stopped, turned around, then began running this way.” Josiah pointed to the right. “The bear is going straight.”
“Oh, good.” Relief sagged her shoulders until she realized the bear might not be the only one.
After taking his dog off the leash, Josiah signaled to Buddy to continue tracking Robbie. As Josiah followed behind the German shepherd, he said over his shoulder, “I think Robbie is slowing down. His strides are closer together.”
Her cell phone rang, and Ella quickly answered it. It was David. “Has anyone been found?”
“Yes, Travis.”
Ella said a quick prayer of thanks.
David continued. “Alex located him not far from Little Campbell Lake. She’s bringing him in.”
“Did he tell Alex anything? What happened? Why did they part?”
“They thought if they split up, one of them could get help.”
“How did they get lost?”
“They snuck away from Camp Yukon and were playing in the woods. All I know was a man spooked them.”
A man? Were those boot prints they saw that man’s? If so, the man had not only spooked them but followed them—followed Robbie. What if it was her ex-husband? Could Keith have found them? He’d never cared about his son, but he might kidnap him to get back at her. Her chest suddenly felt constricted. Each breath of air she inhaled burned her throat and lungs.