MISSING CHILD Kate Elliot's suburban life turns upside down when her sister is shot and her niece kidnapped. Unsure of whom to trust, she turns to FBI agent Marcus O'Brian. But Kate doesn't want to leave the case to the authorities. Against the handsome agent's orders, she tracks her niece to Paris, and the City of Light quickly becomes a city of danger. Marcus can't explain why he feels such a strong connection with the headstrong woman, but soon he's taking on the role of Kate's protector. Yet when the kidnappers demand a ransom Kate can't deliver, he's not sure how much longer he can keep her alive. Now Marcus has the next twenty-four hours to save a stolen child and the woman he's grown to love. LISA HARRIS is a best-selling author, a Christy Award, and two time winner of the Best Inspirational Suspense Novel from Romantic Times. She and her family have spent fourteen years working as missionaries in Africa. She loves hanging out with her family, cooking different ethnic dishes, photography, and heading into the African bush. Visit her website at lisaharriswrites.com "Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" Kate Elliot pressed her cell phone against her ear with her shoulder as she fumbled to open her sister's front door with her spare key. The lock stuck. "My sister… I think… I think she's been shot." "What is the location of the emergency, ma'am?" Kate squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back tears as she gave the woman her sister's address. "The paramedics are en route now, ma'am." Thirty seconds later, Kate managed to open the door. She stepped inside the two-story house in the upscale Dallas suburb, her heart pounding. Dora the Explorer giggled on the flat-screen TV in the living room. The normally immaculate house had been completely trashed. "Rachel!" She screamed out her sister's name. Kate picked up the remote, froze Dora's character, then called for her sister again, but only an eerie silence greeted her. Trying not to panic, she checked quickly through the downstairs. There was no sign of her sister. She headed up the stairs straight for the master bedroom. Like the rest of the house, the room had been trashed. Bedding lay in mounds on the floor, framed photos had been ripped off the walls and dresser drawers dumped onto the floor. Their contents lay strewn across the bloodstained carpet—all telltale signs of the horror that had taken place moments before. Rachel lay still on her back in the middle of the room. Kate dropped to her knees beside her sister, avoiding a thick shard of glass from a broken mirror, and grasped Rachel's wrist. The monotone beeping from the receiver of the landline vied for attention against a pulse that was steady but weak. Rachel groaned and opened her eyes. "Don't move, sweetie. I'm here." Fighting back the tears, Kate wiped off the perspiration that had beaded across Rachel's ashen forehead. "They broke in through the back door… They had guns. It all happened so fast." "An ambulance is almost here, and they'll get you to the hospital. You're going to be okay, Rachel. I promise." Kate's gaze shot to her sister's bloodstained dress and realized it was a promise she might not be able to keep. "Rachel, stay with me. Please." Grabbing a bathrobe off the floor, Kate pressed the fuzzy garment against Rachel's abdomen where the bullet had entered. The white material immediately took on a deep crimson stain. Oh, God, please don't take her now. Not this way. Rachel's eyes widened as she gasped for air. "Sophie… They took Sophie." "Sophie's fine, honey. She's with Mom." Kate forced her voice to stay calm despite the sick feeling spreading through her. Rachel had to be mistaken. Sophie spent every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning with Grams. And today was Monday. But if that was true, why had Dora been on? Rachel's mouth twisted from the pain. "No…Mom couldn't keep her today. Her arthritis is flaring up again." The walls of Kate's stomach contracted. Surely someone hadn't taken her four-year-old niece. She brushed back a strand of Rachel's auburn hair. "I didn't see her when I came in, but if she's not with Mom, she has to be here somewhere." Kate glanced at the open door of the bedroom, trying not to imagine what Sophie might have seen. Armed men breaking in and tearing apart the house. Her mother shot. And if they had taken her… "Sophie?" she shouted. "Are you here, sweetie? It's Auntie Kate." No response. Kate pressed harder against Rachel's wound to try to stop the bleeding, as her mind scrambled to put together a time line. She'd arrived moments after Rachel's call, unclear from her sister's frantic speech as to what had happened, other than the chilling words that she'd been shot. They shot me, Kit Kat. Hurry…please. I can't… The moment she'd stepped into her sister's house, it had been clear that something was terribly wrong. Someone had been here, systematically going through every inch of the house. Looking for something. But wha