He slammed his fist down on the desk hard enough to make coffee cups jump. "I should have seen this coming! Damn, I know the man. Why didn't I expect—"Norm interrupted him. "How could you have predicted this move? Megan shouldn't mean anything to Saldivar."Bitterly angry at himself, Mac leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "He kidnapped Mercer's wife. She didn't mean anything to him, either. When something works, he uses it again. I should have seen it coming.""What could you have done, hidden her forever?"He opened his eyes to stare savagely at his boss. "If I had to.""How'd the snatch happen?" asked the man from the Drug Enforcement Agency who'd joined them."I thought her parents were picking her up at the airport," Mac said, leashing his inner frustration. "Turns out, she decided she'd like a day in Portland on her own and changed arrangements. I guess she just intended to grab a taxi. Not that it would have made any difference either way. They'd have gotten her sooner or later.
