But he also knew about her shady history with sudden disappearances. Maybe in his fear for Evan he was grabbing at straws. Maybe it was easier to believe she might have been involved in taking his son, simply because the chances of Evan coming back alive were greater.
She rubbed her eyes wearily. How was she going to avoid the police and still find Evan? Lord, another round of questioning was not what she needed right now. She'd had more than her fair share when Brian had disappeared. Nor had the questioning stopped when they found his remains among the smoking ruins of their house. She knew some of the investigators still suspected she'd killed him, even though his death had eventually been classed as accidental. And they weren't far wrong in their accusations, either.
"I'll go call him right now." Or at least, she'd call Jayne, and see if her sister could convince Steve to get his police buddies off her tail.
"I wouldn't." Jon caught her hand, his fingers warm and gentle against hers.
"Your brother-in-law might know you're not directly involved in Evan's absence, but the fact of the matter is you did warn them of the disappearance before it happened. They'll want to know how and why, and they will question you until you tell them." She closed her eyes. "And waste everyone's time in doing so."
"Exactly. We're all caught in a no win situation." And Jon was going to use it to keep her out of the way of his investigations. A flicker of anger curled through her stomach. Doing what other people thought was best for her had never worked. She'd only married Brian because Jayne had convinced her he was the safe harbor she'd needed. How wrong they'd been. And Brian had died because of their foolishness.
Oh yeah? Didn 't his ruthlessness have something to do with that as well?
She ignored the thought and pulled her hand from Jon's. "I'm not going back to the inn."
"Maddie-"
She held up her hand, cutting him off angrily. "No. I'm staying with you. I'm going to find Evan, even if I have to avoid every cop in the country to do so." He raised an eyebrow, and leaned back in his chair, a grin twitching the corners of his generous mouth. "Can I finish now?" She glared at him and didn't reply.
His smile broke loose, doing odd things to her stomach. Yet his bright eyes held a thoughtful note that calmed her rising anger. He was taking her seriously, despite his outward appearance.
"I can't let you go back to the inn. Not after I've just confronted Hank. And I don't want the cops to get hold of you, either, simply because interviewing you will take them away from tracking the real criminals. So like it or not, I'm stuck with you."
Stuck with you. What a great way to put it. She held out her hand. "A partnership, then? No more trying to get rid of me?"
"A partnership could be dangerous. The less you know, the better off you'll be. I'm only trying to protect you."
"Protect me from what? Death?" She laughed bitterly. "Believe me, I've faced death, and it doesn't scare me. Not half as much as I..." She broke off. Heat crept through her cheeks as she stared at him. She'd done it again. Confused his words with past pain, and in the process, had almost revealed entirely too much.
She had to get a grip on herself. She couldn't let her emotions run loose. People died when she did.
She took a deep breath and met his narrowed gaze.
His eyes were vivid, powerful. The same color and yet so different from her husband's. Brian's eyes had been cold and calculating, his gaze that of a man who liked to control. The blue of Jon's eyes was warm and inviting, even if the man himself appeared somewhat remote.
"You're right," he said, his voice lacking the hint of warmth it had held a moment earlier. "I have no right to try to protect you. A partnership, then. Together we'll track the bad guys and find the kids." He hesitated, then shrugged. "But that's all I'm offering, Maddie."
She saw the warning deep within the depths of his eyes. Don't expect anything more than tolerance, it said. Don't expect anything more than friendship. As if she wanted anything more. "Fine," she replied stiffly, and tore her hand from his. "Are we going to start looking at cabins today?" He nodded and patted his coat pocket. "I brought a detailed map of the area. We'll start looking at the old logging huts first and hope we get lucky." The cabin in her dream had been old and made of wood. It took a long leap of faith to say it was a logger's hut, but they had to start somewhere.
"What about the police?"
"I'm hoping they're watching your truck, not mine." He tossed his keys in his hands, then gave her a somewhat grim smile. "Go out the back way. You'll find a small alley. Follow it. I'll meet you at the third cross street." She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Is that really necessary?"
He shrugged. "I have no idea if they're watching your truck, but we can't afford to have them tailing us. If I'm followed, I'll dump my truck and get rid of them before I come back for you."
"Just make sure that you do come back." She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and glared at him.
He returned her gaze evenly, giving nothing away. "A partnership won't work without trust."
Yeah, right. But he didn't really need her, did he? She nodded and spun away, heading for the back of the cafe. His gaze warmed the middle of her shoulder blades, but she didn't turn around.
The sun came out from behind a cloud as she pushed open the back door. She stopped and peered up at the mountains high above her.
Evan was up there somewhere. And so was the woman with the cat green eyes. She shivered and walked towards the street.
Her brave words to Jon only moments before were nothing more than a lie. She feared death, all right. She'd seen its specter twice, now, and somehow had escaped its touch. And she'd seen it again through her visions, in the woman's odd gaze.
Something told her if she met Death a third time, she would not be so lucky. But she had to save Evan, no matter what the cost. She owed that much to the ghosts of the past.