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Charles swore he didn’t go a mile over the speed limit—being the law-abiding lawyer he was—but I’m pretty sure that when I had the chance to sneak a peek at the speedometer, we were going at least ten over.

Then again, all the police were occupied elsewhere as we made our journey toward Mags.

When we got there, Nan and Mr. Milton had already arrived on the scene, and from what I could tell, Mags had just been delivered to the station as well.

“Oh, thank goodness, you’re all right,” I cried, rushing to hug her as tight as I could. A giant wracking sob tore through me once I had her safe in my arms.

We’d been so close to losing each other after only just having been reunited… And I’d been dangerously close to losing her for good.

My cousin stared at me through glassy, unblinking eyes, her face devoid of any rosiness as she regarded me.

“Now, now. Just give her a moment,” the delivering officer commanded. “She’s had quite the shock, this one.”

I gulped and took a step back, willing my cousin to speak to me—but she remained perfectly quiet as the rest of us settled in at the station.

Mom and Dad arrived about five minutes after the rest of us and hugged Mags just as tightly as I had.

“Whoa,” the officer said with a kind chuckle. “I hadn’t realized we’d be hosting a family reunion right here at the station.”

Mom shot him a cold look, but nobody said anything more. Not until Mags delicately cleared her throat and searched the small room until she found me.

“Angie,” she said, her voice emotionless, disconnected.“Angie,” she repeated with added emphasis.“They didn’t want me. They wanted you.”

“I know,” I answered with a nod.

Charles pressed in close, holding Octo-Cat in his arms.

Paisley had already been returned to Nan with a flurry of licks and cuddles.

Mags reached forward now to stroke Octo-Cat’s soft, striped fur. “They kept calling me Russo,” she said, “and I don’t think they figured out that I’m not you.”

“Who is they? And why did they take you?” As horrible as I felt that this had happened at all, it was even worse to know for sure that it had been my fault.

“I don’t know,” Mags answered with a frown. “They blindfolded me in the van and tied my hands behind my back. I never got a good look at either of them.”

“How many were there? Were they male? Female?” I asked, praying that this would soon make sense so that Mags’s kidnappers would have to pay for what they’d done.

“I’ll be the one to ask questions here,” the cop growled in warning. He was one I hadn’t met before, probably from one of the officers from out of town. “If you’ll just give us a moment—”

Mags raised her hand and interrupted him.“No, they’re my family. I want them here. Anything you want to ask me, they can hear, too.”

“Okay,” the officer said, nodding once although he obviously didn’t agree. “Let’s start with a description of your kidnappers. How many were there? Male? Female? Any defining characteristics to their voices, anything you remember hearing or smelling?”

Those were questions I was going to ask too. Some of them I already had. It seemed important to the officer that he remain in charge, so I remained quiet.

Mags shook her head slowly.“From what I could tell, there were two. A man and woman. Remember, I couldn’t see anything. Only hear. And when the man pulled me into the car, I still had my things with me. That morning I bought a solid metal menorah from the nice ladies at the Hanukkah tent and I used it to thwack him over the head as hard as I could. It wasn’t enough to knock him out, though. That’s when he took everything away and threw it out the window.”

I reached into my bag and pulled out the things we had found in the snow.“We’ve got everything right here for you,” I said, returning them to her. “And good job getting that hit in.”

A small smile flitted across Mags’s face, but it was gone just as quickly as it had arrived.

“They kept calling me Russo, and I didn’t correct them because I didn’t want to put you in danger, and I didn’t know what they would do if they found out they had the wrong person. I was so scared, Angie.”

“I know,” I said, my voice cracking.

“They were so angry. They kept telling me to keep my nose out of places where it didn’t belong. They said bad things would happen to me, much worse than this if I crossed them again.”

“But who?” I asked, unable to contain a groan.

Enormous tears spilled from Mags’s eyes. “I don’t know. I wish I did, so I could warn you. All I know is they were mad, and they said they’d definitely be back if you didn’t fall in line. What did they mean, Angie? What have you gotten into? Is it drugs?”

“Never!” I assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “This has to be related to my work as a private investigator. I’ve outed some pretty unsavory characters in my day.”

The cop scratched his chin.“A P.I., huh?”

I nodded, and we said no more about that.“So did they just deliver the message and then let you go?” he asked after returning his attention to Mags.

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