“No one that I know of,” Ricardo said. “There’s been nothing out of the ordinary, not since she insisted on having Jasper Moore transferred here.”

The disapproval in his voice prompted Amarok to ask, “You were against that?”

“I thought it would be better for her to get him out of her life at last.”

Amarok had felt the same. But he could also understand her reasoning. If the man she feared more than any other was at Hanover House, she would be able to keep an eye on him, and that was important to her peace of mind. Jasper was so cunning she didn’t trust anyone else to use sufficient caution with him, couldn’t believe he wouldn’t eventually be able to manipulate those around him by convincing a female guard that she should help him escape or whatever. He was a fit, handsome forty-year-old, which made him even more dangerous than a run-of-the-mill sadist. People tended to trust men who looked so well put together and were as intelligent and articulate as Jasper Moore. “What could’ve happened to her?” he asked Ricardo.

The other man lifted his hands palms up. “I have no idea.”

Neither did Amarok. This day had started out like any other and should’ve continued that way. But if he didn’t come up with a lead soon, he might never see Evelyn again.

A CO by the name of McKim rushed into the mental health department. Seeing them gathered in Evelyn’s office, he hurried over. “I’ve got Jasper Moore waiting in Interview Room Eight.”

Word of the emergency was spreading. Amarok could sense the concern in the CO’s manner. Everyone loved the doc, as they called Evelyn. No doubt they were all hoping for a quick resolution. But Amarok had a terrible feeling that wasn’t going to happen. From where he was starting from, which was ground zero, how would he ever find Evelyn in time to save her?

Maybe she was already dead.

If she was in the hands of someone as sadistic as Jasper Moore, he hoped that was the case. He couldn’t bear the thought of her being tortured again. In his mind’s eye, he kept seeing their baby being ripped from her womb, which caused bile to rise up and burn his throat.

“Sergeant?”

Silencing the sinister little voice in his head that insisted he was already too late, Amarok started for the door. He had to do something, had to keep fighting, no matter what—if only to bring the person who’d taken her to justice.

If it came to that, he’d hunt the son of a bitch to the ends of the earth, wouldn’t rest until the bastard was caught and punished, so he figured he’d better get started on his revenge, if that was easier to believe in. “Show me the fastest way to get there,” he said.

Anchorage, AK—Tuesday, 4:00 p.m. AKDT

A noise woke Evelyn. She’d worried herself into a fitful slumber, but she had no idea how long she’d been fading in and out of consciousness. It hadn’t been long. An hour? Two? She came awake quickly and, afraid she’d miss the opportunity to escape, talk her captor into letting her go or better her situation in any other way, jumped off the thin mattress that covered the coils of the cot.