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  He opened the door of the cabin just a crack and waited.

  Nothing.

  Still, Luna’s low growls were impossible to ignore. He slid out through the opening and ran in a crouch to the edge of the vehicle.

  A blur of motion caught the corner of his eye. He alled out, “Police,” then fired in the general direction.

  He opened the back door of the SUV and the rear hatch for Luna, and then ran around to the driver’s side. Luna gracefully jumped into the rear.

  In mere seconds they were barreling down the rutted driveway, leaving the cabin in the dust.

  Just when he thought they were in the clear, he heard the crack of a rifle.

  ALASKA K-9 UNIT

  These state troopers fight for justice with the help of their brave canine partners.

  Alaskan Rescue by Terri Reed

  Wilderness Defender by Maggie K. Black

  Undercover Mission by Sharon Dunn

  Tracking Stolen Secrets by Laura Scott

  Deadly Cargo by Jodie Bailey

  Arctic Witness by Heather Woodhaven

  Yukon Justice by Dana Mentink

  Blizzard Showdown by Shirlee McCoy

  Christmas K-9 Protectors by Lenora Worth and Maggie K. Black

  Laura Scott has always loved romance and read faith-based books by Grace Livingston Hill in her teenage years. She’s thrilled to have been given the opportunity to retire from thirty-eight years of nursing to become a full-time author. Laura has published over thirty books for Love Inspired Suspense. She has two adult children and lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with her husband of thirty-five years. Please visit Laura at laurascottbooks.com, as she loves to hear from her readers.

  Books by Laura Scott

  Love Inspired Suspense

  Alaska K-9 Unit

  Tracking Stolen Secrets

  Justice Seekers

  Soldier’s Christmas Secrets

  Guarded by the Soldier

  Wyoming Mountain Escape

  Callahan Confidential

  Shielding His Christmas Witness

  The Only Witness

  Christmas Amnesia

  Shattered Lullaby

  Primary Suspect

  Protecting His Secret Son

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  Tracking Stolen Secrets

  Laura Scott

  My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according unto thy word.

  —Psalm 119:28

  This book is dedicated to Lisa Iding, sister of my heart. Stay courageous and strong through your cancer journey and know God is with you, always.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from Missing in the Desert by Dana Mentink

  ONE

  Alaska K-9 State Trooper Helena Maddox headed up the grassy embankment within Denali National park, looking for any sign indicating her estranged twin, Zoe, had been in the area recently. Upon reaching the crest, she knelt beside her K-9, Luna, a Norwegian elkhound. She ran her fingers through the animal’s fluffy silver-gray fur before opening the evidence bag and offering it to her partner.

  “This is Zoe. Seek Zoe. Seek!”

  Luna buried her dark face in the bag, taking in the scent of a scarf Zoe had left behind well over a year ago, then lifted her nose to the air, sniffing as the gentle July breeze washed over them.

  “Seek Zoe.” She repeated as she released the K-9 from her leash, giving her room to roam.

  Gazing upward, Helena caught a glimpse of the tallest peak in America. Denali never failed to steal her breath. Today she couldn’t see as much of the mountain as she would have liked, thanks to the low clouds hinting at an upcoming storm. But this wasn’t a leisurely visit. She’d driven straight from Anchorage after receiving the uncharacteristic call from her fraternal twin sister.

  Helena? I’m in big trouble—The connection had abruptly ended, and each time Helena had tried to call the number back, the phone went straight to voice mail. Zoe’s full mailbox was not accepting messages.

  Helena wasn’t necessarily surprised at Zoe being in trouble. Her sister had skated by in life, using her looks to get what she wanted. Zoe was attracted to bad boys, regardless of how they tended to ride along the edge of the law. But lately things had gotten worse. Not hearing from her in over a year, despite Helena’s many attempts at reaching out, had been bad, but receiving Zoe’s distress call had spurred a dire sense of urgency.

  “Where are you, Zoe?” She looked around the rather desolate area. Denali Park had hundreds of thousands of acres of wilderness. The Alaska K-9 Unit, headquartered in Anchorage, consisted of several team members, each with their own area of expertise. Their leader, Colonel Lorenza Gallo, had created the unit ten years ago to supplement law enforcement across the state, especially in rural areas that couldn’t afford their own K-9 program. Eli Partridge, the team’s tech guru, had provided this general area as the location from where Zoe’s cell call had originated. But the land was vast and wide, covering an extensive range of possible hiding spots.

  And it wasn’t like Zoe to rough it. Her sister had always preferred the finer things in life.

  In the valley below, Helena could see a handful of hotels located at the base of the mountain. A brand-new, much larger hotel was also visible. It was located several miles away from the others, giving it a sense of exclusivity.

  Why would Zoe be out here? Was she working at one of the hotels? That made more sense than the thought of her communing with nature.

  The radio clipped to her collar crackled and she reached up to respond. “Will? Did you find anything related to Zoe or the burglaries?”

  “Maybe.” Will Stryker and his K-9 Scout, a black-and-white border collie with a nose for narcotics, had gone in the opposite direction. “I see what looks like a cave. Scout and I are going to check it out.”

  “Copy that.” She released the radio and glanced around again, searching for Luna. The dog’s zigzag pattern indicated she was still searching for Zoe’s scent, her hunt drawing her several yards away.

  Helena was headed toward Luna when the sharp crack of a rifle rang out. At that exact moment, she was hit hard from behind and sent face-first to the ground in a bone-jarring thud.

  “Oomph.” The momentum carried her and the person who’d hit her forward so they rolled down the side of the hill.

  What in the world?

  “Are you okay?” a deep male voice asked.

  A nice attacker? Helena lifted her head in time to see Luna wheel around toward her, low growls reverberating from the K-9’s throat.

  “Were you hit?” The massive weight on top of her shifted, allowing her to breathe. “Are you bleeding?”

  “Not—hit,” she wheezed. The voice sounded familiar and when she realized who the man was, she quickly lifted a hand to her K-9 partner. “Stop, Luna! Heel!”

  The dog halted just two feet away, but continued barking, making her displeasure known.


  “What is that? Some kind of wolf?”

  “She’s a Norwegian elkhound.” Helena pushed herself up, glancing around to look at the brown hired muscular guy who’d tackled her. “Everett Brand.”

  His dark brown gaze narrowed. “Helena Maddox. You work for the Alaska K-9 Unit, right? We spoke on the phone just yesterday.”

  She nodded. By way of introduction, it wasn’t much. Everett was a local cop from Anchorage. She’d seen him on occasion, but they hadn’t really interacted much, until he’d called her yesterday to ask about Zoe.

  Their conversation hadn’t been cordial. He’d claimed her sister was a hard-core criminal while she’d instinctively defended her twin despite not having seen Zoe in a long time.

  Now Everett Brand was here in Denali and in the same general location where her sister had been.

  She eased upright, sitting on her knees. Now that the shock of being hit had faded, she realized the cop who was trying to arrest her sister had actually saved her life.

  Helena released a quavering breath. She was grateful that he’d come to her rescue, even if his timing was a bit too coincidental for her peace of mind.

  “Stay down,” Everett warned. “I’m not sure which way the shot came from.”

  “Likely from the east.” Obeying his command, she called Luna to her side. “The shooter will be well hidden in the mountains, and there’s nowhere to hide beyond the road to the west.” She lifted her hand to her radio. “Will? Stay where you are,” she told her colleague. “A shot has been fired. Repeat, shot fired and location of the shooter is unknown.”

  “Copy that, Helena. You okay?”

  “Yes. I’ll be in touch.” She clicked off the radio.

  Everett frowned, his dark brown gaze suspicious. “Will who?”

  “Will Stryker and his border collie Scout are also members of our K-9 team. He’s assisting me in the search.” Helena was acutely aware of the intensity of Everett’s dark eyes. She looked away, not liking the fact that they were still out in the open. The hill protected them somewhat if indeed the shooter was in the east, but not enough if the assailant managed to find higher ground. “We need to get to the vehicle and alert the park rangers about what happened.”

  “Yeah.” Despite being a cop, Everett was dressed casually in cargo shorts, dark brown T-shirt and hiking boots. Too bad he was working against her, because he was a good looking man. “I’m sure the guy is long gone, or we’d be hearing more gunfire, but I like your idea of getting to the SUV.”

  Her white SUV with the yellow-and-blue state trooper logo wrapped along the side was parked in a lookout alcove off the main park road. Cars were only permitted on this road as far as Savage River, from that point forward only tour buses were allowed. She’d been granted special access because she was a member of the Alaska K-9 Unit.

  “Okay, I’ll go first. Come, Luna.” She didn’t wait for his response but sprang upright and ran for her SUV, Luna easily keeping pace beside her.

  In seconds, she could feel Everett’s towering presence behind her, his footsteps matching hers. He was so close that she could hear his breathing. What was he doing? She’d expected to use the SUV as a shield to provide cover for him, but apparently he was taking his role as her protector seriously.

  As if she couldn’t protect herself.

  There was no additional gunfire as she reached her police SUV. Hunkering down behind the vehicle, she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as Everett dropped down beside her.

  “I think the shooter is gone,” he said.

  She glanced at him. “Why are you here? Are you following me?”

  He scoffed. “Not hardly.” He stared at her for a moment. “I have to say, I never realized how much you look like your sister.”

  “You think so?” She shook her head. “Zoe’s hair is a bit lighter than mine. She’s prettier and shorter than me by two inches. We’re not identical twins.”

  “She must have dyed her hair then, because in the recent photo I have of her, she looks just like you.” His gaze turned thoughtful. “I wonder if that’s why the perp took that shot? From a distance, he may have thought you were Zoe, especially if he was only focused on your face.”

  Her heart thumped against her sternum as his words sank deep. Running from someone with a gun was trouble. Really bad trouble.A wave of helplessness washed over her. What on earth had Zoe gotten herself mixed up in?

  * * *

  Everett tore his gaze from Helena Maddox’s clear green eyes with an effort.

  Being this close, he could see the obvious differences between Helena and her twin. Zoe’s picture, taken from a security camera in the early morning hours just a week ago, displayed a hard edge that he didn’t see in this pretty state trooper. Zoe might be considered by some to be more beautiful, but he found light sprinkling of freckles across Helena’s nose rather cute.

  Oh, no. That’s not right. He didn’t notice women. He didn’t call them cute or beautiful. He wasn’t interested in dating or any of that relationship stuff.

  Losing his wife and infant son three years ago had been the worst day of his life.

  His fault. They were dead because of him. Because of a rookie mistake he’d made. Not that he’d been a rookie, which is why he should have known better.

  Losing Sheila and Collin had left a gaping hole in his heart. One he had no intention of filling ever again.

  “So, you never answered my question,” Helena said, jarring him from his thoughts. “What are you doing all the way out here?”

  “Hiking.” It wasn’t a lie. He had been hiking, while also searching for an indication of Zoe Maddox being nearby. “I’m staying here for a bit.”

  “In Denali?” Helena’s bright green eyes rounded in surprise. The way she stroked her dog’s fur, murmuring reassurances to the animal, almost made him want to smile. Almost. “How did you manage that? Reservations for any of the lodging sites here, including the campground, need to be made months in advance.”

  “I’ve had the same cabin rental reserved for the month of July for the past several years.”

  She frowned. “You’re trying to tell me you’re being here is just a big fat coincidence?”

  He shrugged. “Believe what you want.” He wasn’t about to get into the details around his personal life. Coming to the mountain cabin had been Sheila’s idea initially, and after losing her and Collin, he’d continued the tradition in their absence.

  Even though being here, relaxing in the mountains without his family, had been impossibly difficult. The gaping wound might have scabbed over, but the barest hint of a memory would bring waves upon waves of pain bubbling like lava through the crater of his heart.

  Frankly, he was grateful for the distraction of following a lead that indicated Zoe was here in Denali. After failing to find her in Anchorage over the past two weeks, he hadn’t delayed in making the four-plus-hour drive to Denali.

  “I see.” Helena’s expression was still skeptical as she gave the dog one last pat. “Well, I need to talk to the park rangers. Not that there’s much for them to do to help us track down the perp. We can walk the area, but finding a brass shell casing out here will be like searching for gold in the Savage River.”

  “I’ll come with you.” He glanced around and rose to his feet. “I know where the ranger station is located.”

  “I’m sure you do.” She stood, her head barely reaching his chin. “Come, Luna.”

  He was impressed with how well the furry beast listened to her. The animal wore a K-9 vest and seemed eager to please. Everett’s experience with the K-9 cops was limited, but he’d liked seeing the variety of breeds they used. Helena rained attention on the animal then opened the back of the SUV. Without hesitation, the dog nimbly leaped inside.

  “What were you doing out here?” he asked, eyeing the plastic bag containing what appeared to be a red
scarf dangling from the utility belt of her uniform. Actually, now that he eyed her clothing, he wondered if his theory about the shooter mistaking her for Zoe was wrong. The state trooper uniform consisted of a light blue short-sleeved shirt paired with navy blue slacks. Helena wasn’t wearing her trooper hat, though—he’d noticed it sitting on the passenger seat. “Are you on duty?”

  “Yes.” She didn’t elaborate, which made him suspicious.

  “You can’t work cases in Denali without cooperation from the Park Service.” He knew that because, to search for Zoe, he’d had to get special dispensation himself. The park rangers were busy in the short summer months of Alaska, so they hadn’t argued when he’d presented his case, relieved to have his help.

  “I’m aware. Trust me, the K-9 Unit works closely with all aspects of law enforcement.” She shut the hatch of the SUV and arched her brow. “Even local cops like you.”

  He felt the corner of his mouth twitch in what might have been a weak attempt at a smile. Climbing into the passenger seat, he moved her hat to the back and pulled on his seat belt.

  The drive to the park rangers’ headquarters didn’t take long.

  Everett followed Helena and Luna into the building, listening as she made her statement. He added the pertinent details from his end, and Ranger Arch Hanley took tons of notes.

  “And you’re sure you don’t have any idea who may have done this?” Arch asked.

  “No.” Helena didn’t look at him or offer the possibility of being mistaken for her twin as the reason she might be in danger.

  “It’s not often poachers shoot at state troopers,” Arch pointed out. “Maybe it was an attempt to scare you off.”

  “Yeah, well that’s not going to work. I need to continue canvassing the area.” Helena thrust her chin forward, revealing a stubborn streak. “I only wanted you to be aware, in case anyone from your team stumbles across someone with a gun.”

  “Guns aren’t allowed in the park outside of hunting season. You can be sure that anyone with a weapon will be questioned.”