And Then Came A Lion (Lions and Lambs Book 1) by Cecilia Marie Pulliam

Falun.
    “Susannah?”
    The scene faded. The office reappeared.
    Rachel was standing near desk, a concerned look on her face. “Are you all right?”
    Susannah nodded. “Yes. I just had a premonition.” She grabbed her purse. “I’ve got to go.”
    She sprinted to her car, peeled out of the parking lot, and headed northwest toward High Bridge Park. Grant Playground was too far away. She’d never arrive in time to stop the carjacking, but she could intercede at the other end. She glanced at the dashboard clock and urged the slower drivers out of her way.
    Visions of small bodies lying in the brush pushed her anxiety into aggression. She cut corners, sped through yellow, almost red lights, and swerved around slower moving vehicles. Horns blared and other drivers yelled silent expletives through closed windows. Susannah ignored them.
    She pulled into the nearly empty parking lot at High Bridge, no sign of the car or the van ― yet. She checked her cell phone reception. All the bars showed good strength. Excellent. She felt for her upgraded, police grade pepper spray. If the child wasn’t too close…
    The Amber Alert flashed on the phone’s small screen and she counted off the minutes. They were close now. She slipped on her earpiece. This time, all she had to do was play the Good Citizen, and pray that was enough. Surely, Falun wouldn’t touch her with so many potential witnesses.
    Seconds later, the blue car eased into the parking area and parked. The two men got out. Susannah exited her car and walked toward them, speaking loudly into her microphone.
    “911? Yes. I see the car and the two men. The child is still in the back seat. They are here at High Bridge Park.”
    The two men exchanged looks.
    Susannah continued walking toward the car. “Yes, I have descriptions and the license number of the car. ETA for an officer is one minute? Yes, I will stay on the line.”
    The driver bolted for the trail head, followed closely by the other man. Susannah watched as they disappeared into the brush. Satisfied they weren’t coming back, she opened the back passenger door and knelt beside the frightened child.
    “It’s okay. Your momma is on her way.”
    The van pulled into the entrance and stopped. With sirens announcing the imminent arrival of the police, the van backed up and drove off.
    ***
    Rachel looked up as Susannah hurried through the front office to her desk.
    “You’re clear. He didn’t notice.”
    “I’m sorry I’m late.”
    “Everything okay?”
    Susannah nodded. “The child’s safe.”
    “Care to talk about it?”
    “Sure. Coffee after work?”
    “Deal.” Rachel turned back to her computer.
    Susannah logged back into hers and stared at the screen. What would do if that happened during regular work hours? How would she explain to Aaron her sudden need to leave? She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, counting to ten as Dr. Sekelsky had instructed her. The breathing exercise helped calm the rising panic.
    Well, she’d just have to deal with that if it ever happened. She turned her attention back to her spreadsheet. 
    At five, they said goodnight to Aaron, locked up the front office, and drove over to the small café. They sat in one of the corner booths and ordered coffee.
    Susannah described the carjacking and her intercession at the park. “The police found the two men about a mile down the creek trail, hiding in some dense brush. Both have long arrest records, mostly for car theft. It appears the kidnapping was unintentional ― except, I don’t understand the presence of the white van, or Brian Falun.” Susannah took another sip of coffee, and made a face.
    Rachel waved the server over for a refill. “That is really strange. Did you mention that to the police?”
    “I did. They took note. One officer asked me if I had seen the van and Falun on any other occasions. Wonder what he meant by that?”
    “That is strange.”
    “Anyway, I wish I could hear the