Dana took a step forward toward the cabin, searching desperately for a way back in, but Ranger grabbed her, pulled her against him, and held on to her tightly.

“We can’t do anything more now. It’s time to concentrate on life, not death,” he whispered, his voice as compelling as it was gentle.

Almost numb with sorrow, she didn’t fight him. Dana buried her head against his strong shoulder, taking the comfort he offered. So much violence and death. Nothing made sense to her anymore…except one thing. Dana remembered her promise to Hastiin Sani. It was the only thing she could do for him now, and no matter what it took, she’d keep her word.

The safe haven she found in Ranger’s arms tempted her to rely on him, and that’s when she stepped away. It was her own strength she’d need to depend on now.

Ranger moved to where the unconscious man lay and, after searching his pockets, extracted the man’s wallet.

Dana, standing behind him, saw that the driver’s license listed the kidnapper as Xander Glint. “He’s got our friend’s cell phone in his shirt pocket,” she said, spotting it.

“I’m going to leave it where it is in case someone besides this man handled it. The police might be able to lift some prints later.”

For a second she wondered if there’d be any phone numbers saved in it that Hastiin Sani wouldn’t want anyone to see. But her friend had been too smart for an oversight like that. The only numbers there would be those of friends and neighbors, and maybe a few of the medicine man’s patients.

The shrill pitch of the sirens grew louder with every passing second. “They’ll be here shortly,” Dana said.

“Did the medicine man say anything to you that might explain the kidnapping?”

She said nothing for a moment, wondering exactly how to answer him. Ranger had an eye for details and everything about him said he was a man on a mission. But Hastiin Sani’s last words has been Trust no one, and she intended on honoring his final wishes.