Chapter 3

She hesitated on the stoop when he opened the door before she knocked. The gaze she swept over him was keen and assessing. Then she gave a slight nod. “You aren’t the kidnapper. I wondered.”

He stepped back to motion her in. “That’s a strange assumption to make, just like that.”

“The kidnapper is a larger man, bulkier, unless you wear some kind of padded suit. Anyway, the real perp is not going to invite the FBI in to interview him. You said you had information, though. You’d better not just be playing some stupid game.”