Excerpt of Familiar Escape by Caroline Burnes

This is one sad-looking group of felons. Since I'm being paid for my assessment of Thomas Lakeman, I need to use all my powers of observation. Is Thomas a murderer and a kidnapper? That's what I shall try to ascertain.

Though I prefer to focus my attention on the fairer sex, especially the babes with long legs and curves in all the right places like my current employer, I'm going to check out Thomas and see what my sixth feline sense tells me about him.

Thomas is charged with murdering his friend and neighbor, Anna Harper Goodman, and then abducting a nine-month-old baby girl, Kate. Anna's body was found in Thomas's home, but there was no sign of the baby girl.

That was five days ago, and no one had found even a good clue to the whereabouts of the baby until yesterday. That's when I got the call that put me on a flight out to Jefferson, Texas, to help Molly Harper hunt for her missing niece.

Molly opened her mail to find a typewritten note claiming that baby Kate is alive. After four days of believing that both Anna and Kate were dead, Molly suddenly has hope that her infant niece can be found.

My professional opinion of the note is that it's real, but there's also the possibility that it's some kind of cruel hoax. If Thomas Lakeman, the quiet man sitting on the end of the bench there is the killer, Molly and I hope to be able to convince him to tell us what he did with the baby.

Ah, Thomas sees me. His pale hazel eyes hold curiosity and intelligence, and a hint of...kindness? Not exactly the qualities I'd ascribe to a killer. At any rate, he's very aware that I'm interested in him, and I have to hand it to him, he's not stupid enough to call to me. Anyone with two brain cells knows cats never come when called. Thomas must be experienced with the superior species of felines, or he could simply be intellectually superior to most humanoids. Whichever it is, he's a cool customer. He's merely staring at me and waiting for me to make the first move.

From my vantage point inside the jail, I can see Thomas and Molly. Even worried and frustrated, Molly is a beautiful woman. She has the look of an artist with her straight, dark hair and serious gray eyes. From what I heard, Anna looked a lot like her, just a few years older. A few years older and light-years different, from what Molly has told me about her sister.

I believe exploring those differences will help us find the baby, if little Kate is still alive.

I'm walking over to Thomas. It's a test. The other men sitting on the bench waiting to be returned to their cells either ignore me or leer at me in a way that says they want to hurt me. For some reason, cats excite the blood lust of lower animal forms like them. I'm careful to stay out of their reach. I also have to keep an eye out for the jailers. I'm not exactly an invited guest here at the county lockup.

Thomas maintains eye contact as he reaches down to me. He's stroking my back, not attempting to pick me up. He's rubbing my head. The man has a way with cats! His hands are leathery from outdoor work, but his touch is gentle. Not at all what I expected.

Uh-oh, here comes the deputy. I'd better scoot out of sight and listen in.

MOLLY HARPER CLUTCHED the slip of paper in her hand and paced. Ten steps forward, reverse, then back. She'd been waiting over an hour, now, to speak with a deputy. As far as she could tell, the welfare of her infant niece wasn't a high priority on anyone's list.

Texas justice, that legendary commodity associated with the Texas Rangers, didn't seem to apply to state residents who weighed only twenty pounds! She fumed as she paced, the heels of her leather boots tapping along the cement floor of the county lockup.

She caught a glimpse of Familiar, as the black cat detective she'd hired to help her darted past the doorway to the jail. The cat had come highly recommended to her.

Just as the cat disappeared, she heard the jangle of keys.

"Miss Harper?"

She turned to face a slender deputy. "I'd like to speak to Thomas Lakeman."

The deputy frowned. "You should wait until the trial." Her anger spiked. "I don't have time to wait! My niece may be dying as we stand here discussing this. I want to talk to him and I want to talk to him now."

The deputy's face had grown stony. "He doesn't have to speak with you. Even though his lawyer has agreed for you to talk to him, Lakeman doesn't have to say a word to you."

"Can you at least ask him?"

"It could take a while."

"Listen, Officer, if I find out that this delay has caused harm to my niece, I'll make sure the newspapers know your name."

The deputy turned and walked away. Molly paced the room again, hoping that Familiar was having better luck than she.

"Miss Harper?"

She turned to find the same deputy standing in the doorway. "Yes?"

"Mr. Lakeman has agreed to see you. Please follow me."

Molly was shocked that Thomas Lakeman had agreed to talk to her, but she didn't hesitate as she followed the deputy to a small room with a table and two chairs facing each other across it. "Thank you," she said as she took a seat and waited for the man accused of killing her sister to be brought to her.

NOT EVEN the institutional green of the walls could sallow the woman's complexion. Thomas followed the deputy into the room, aware that Molly Harper was one of the loveliest women he'd ever encountered. She looked a lot like her sister, Anna, but there was something more to Molly. Her skin glowed and her hair was lustrous. She had the same coloring as her sister, but Molly seemed luminous, as if some inner light gave her a unique glow. There was also a fire in her eyes that scalded him.

He felt the anger and hatred as he sat across from her. He dropped his gaze to the scarred surface of the table and wondered if his lawyer, Bradley Alain, had been on target when he recommended that Thomas talk with her. Bradley felt that if he cooperated with Molly, she might help Thomas as a character witness at his trial. With all the evidence against him, he didn't know if he'd be able to convince her that he was innocent of killing her sister. The only role he'd ever played in Anna's life was that of friend and co-worker. It had been his home that Anna came to whenever she was afraid of her husband's rages, his fists.

The deputy locked Thomas's handcuffs to a chain that came up from the floor. "This is Molly Harper," the deputy said. "Don't do anything foolish." He stepped back to a corner of the room to allow them as much privacy as he could. "Where is Kate?" Molly asked.

The question was spoken with such controlled fury that he looked up. "I don't know." It was the truth and the only thing he could say. If he had any inkling where the baby had been taken, he'd tell. The sheriff was convinced that Kate was dead. So convinced, in fact, that no law enforcement agency was even hunting for the baby.

"I have some savings." She spoke in a way that told him she'd rehearsed this. "I'm willing to give you everything I have.You can hire a celebrity lawyer or do whatever you want with the money. Just give me back my niece."

Though her anger was daunting, her pain was even more difficult to bear. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know where Kate is. I had nothing to do with any of this."

"My sister's body was found at your house. How can you claim to be innocent?"

Across the table from him she was trembling so that her bracelet tapped against the table. "I was camping that night. I wasn't home. I had no idea your sister was at my house."

"How did she get inside?"

He'd told this story to the deputies, but no one believed him. Still, he had to try again. "Anna had a key to my house. There were times she needed a place to go." He hesitated. How much should he tell this angry woman about the abuse her sister suffered?

"She told me she had a friend, a safe place to go." Molly had gained control of her shaking. "She never said a name, only that the person was a friend."

"Then you knew she had difficulty in her marriage." Molly started to rise, but when the deputy came over, she sat back down. "Darwin hit her. I know that. I begged her to leave him. I sent her money to get out, but Anna wouldn't leave. She used the money for a down payment on a house."

Thomas nodded. "I know. She told me about the money you sent and how generous you were. She named you as beneficiary. She knew you'd take care of Kate. Anna was convinced she could change Darwin, but just in case, she took legal precautions to protect herself and your investment."

"She believed that somehow it was her fault, that she brought the beatings on," Molly said, turning her face away. "I never cared about the money. I should have come over here and taken her and the baby no matter what she said."

"Anna was a grown woman. She had a right to make her own choices, even if they were wrong." He wanted to comfort this woman. "Hindsight is twenty-twenty, Miss Harper. Understand there was nothing you could have done. Believe me, I tried."

She turned to look at him, this time her pain un-shielded by her anger. "You tried to convince her to leave, didn't you?"

"More than once. She wouldn't hear of it. While she was pregnant with Kate, he didn't hit her. She thought the baby would change him, would make him love her. I gave her a key to my place so that she'd have somewhere safe to go if it got bad again. That's how she got into my house. What happened after that, I don't know."

"If you were camping, surely the police could prove it?"

He thought about what she was asking. For the first time there was a glimmer of hope that she might be willing to at least listen to his side of the story. "They did prove I had set up camp. They found my gear and things where I said they were, but the witnesses who knew I was at my camp all night have disappeared. The police say I established the campsite as an alibi and then drove back to town to kill Anna."

"She was shot with your gun."

It was an accusation. "I know. The gun was in a bedside table. I kept it there for protection."

"I would have thought you'd take it with you camping."

"The things I'm afraid of aren't in the wilderness." The look she gave him was more curious than angry, encouraging him to continue. "I told Anna about the gun. I wanted her to know where it was in case she ever needed to defend herself, or Kate. I always left it there. For her."

"And the motive? The police are saying you loved Anna and when she wouldn't leave Darwin, you killed her."