“Fair enough, but I’m still worried. If it isn’t a trap, then Rose is in danger. If it is a trap, then Bobbi and Rose are in danger, because they’re being used.” Her body ached.

“I know.” Faith finished her coffee and stood to pour herself another cup. “I need to take a shower before Benny gets here, just in case we end up fleeing once again. Are you okay for a few minutes?”

Grace took a drink of her coffee, letting the caffeine jolt her system. “Go ahead. I’m fine. Take your time.” She’d forgotten how Faith liked to drink coffee in the shower. Grace had tried it once and had just ended up with watery coffee. She waited until her sister had left before grabbing the manila file full of pictures and looking again at the one with Kim and Rose. Shadows all but swallowed them both up.

Why hadn’t she said anything?

Forget the fact that she didn’t have details. A simple warning would have alerted Bobbi. God, Adare had to find that baby, and she had to be all right.

Grace flipped through to the image of the happy family sitting on the sofa, and then one of Bobbi and Brian outside in the bright sunlight with the snow sparkling all around. More shadows seemed to reach out to them from the trees. Was the entire family in danger?

Something wasn’t right.

She went through all the photographs, her instincts flaring wide awake. There was no doubt in her mind that her old friends were in danger. Horrible, horrible danger. She stood and paced some more. Beneath one of his smiles, Brian looked contorted, as if he was being tortured. Was it an omen?

Thunder crashed far in the distance, and she could swear she felt the house move. The storm must be getting worse. Hopefully the weather had cleared up toward Denver for the guys. She glanced at her watch. They’d been gone nearly two hours. Had they found anything?

The sensor from the gate dinged and she whirled around, running to the control panel. “Yes. Benny?” She flipped the switch to turn on the video. Only garbled noise came back. “Benny?” she asked again, tapping on the screen. Nothing happened. She took a deep breath. “Benny, if that’s you, let me know. I can’t disengage the security unless I know for sure.”

A blue mitt wiped snow off the camera by the gate, and then a face came into view. “Grace? It’s Bobbi.” Her friend was pale with her light hair whipped around by the storm.

Grace stepped back. “Bobbi? What in the world are you doing here?”