Hour of Need (Scarlet Falls #1)(37)

She was a nice little piece, and he had a thing for bad girls. They needed to be punished. If she ventured a little closer, maybe Donnie would take her for a little ride. One-way, of course. He hadn’t had anything that young and innocent since before he went to prison.

The fact that his new girlfriend actually liked the pain and humiliation he dished out took some of the excitement out of their sessions. So did her age. Bitch was at least thirty. But this little thing was fresh and would be terrified. Picturing her screams stifled in her throat by a ball gag, he touched his groin. She’d also be an excellent bargaining piece. Donnie bet her mom would do anything for him if he had her daughter.

Donnie licked his lips. The brunette started down the sidewalk toward him.

Yes.

Finally, he was going to have some luck go his way. Patience. She had to come closer. So close he could grab her without risking her getting away. The last thing he needed was one more loose kid who could identify him. He reached for the door handle.

Almost.

Come here, baby. I have something for you.



Grant lapped the downstairs, passing through the kitchen and family room for the hundredth time that night. Baby legs kicked restlessly as he shifted Faith to his other shoulder. She lifted her head and complained until Grant bounced on his toes and rubbed her back. He’d tried to put her in the swing earlier, but she was having none of that. Maybe he’d try again in an hour. Until then, he continued his forced nightly march.

On the bright side, he couldn’t have nightmares while he was awake.

With a jingle of dog tags, AnnaBelle jumped to her feet and trotted to the front window. The fur on the back of her neck rose as she inhaled for a woof.

Grant caught her collar. He did not want Carson up, too. “Shh.”

He tracked the dog’s line of sight. A dark figure stood in the shadow of a tree on the front lawn. Anger bristled in Grant’s chest. He hurried up to Hannah’s room. He knocked softly and opened the door.

Hannah lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s out front.” He held the baby toward her. “Take Faith.”

Hannah swung her legs off the bed. In flannel pajama pants and a Syracuse University sweatshirt, she looked like a college student. “Got her. Do you want me to call the police?”

“Not yet.” Grant headed for the door. “Could be anyone.” Plus, whoever was out there wouldn’t stand and wait while the cops pulled into the driveway. Grant didn’t want him to get away.

Hannah followed him downstairs into the foyer, jiggling the baby in her arms as Grant stepped into his boots. He stopped at the front door to peer out the sidelight. The shadow was still there, unmoving, waiting. Grant went to the kitchen and slipped out the back door. He gave his eyes a minute to adjust to the lack of light, though the snowy ground brightened the landscape. Hiding behind the tree trunk, the tall, thin figure looked male from his posture and size. His dark clothes stood out in stark relief against the dirty snow. Beyond him, another figure, smaller and more slender, walked in the opposite direction on the sidewalk.

“Psst,” the figure whispered.

He was definitely not walking a dog or doing anything else innocent.

Grant stepped into the yard. Snowpack crunched underfoot. Sneaking up on the watcher would be impossible. He sprinted in a crouch. The guy whirled to face him. Under a black knit hat, his shocked eyes widened. He threw a panicked hook punch. Grant ducked under the wild arc, caught him in a tackle, and took him down to the ground. Grant landed on top. Levering a knee under his body, he flipped the guy onto his belly, locked an arm behind his back, and patted him down.

“Are you armed?” Turning pockets inside out, Grant discovered a wallet and keys. No weapons. No drugs.

“No, man,” the guy panted. “What the f*ck? Who are you?”

“I’ll ask the questions,” Grant said. He applied weight to the knee on the guy’s back. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

“Nothing,” the guy in the snow whined. “Ow. That hurts, man.”

Grant levered his arm higher. “Don’t lie to me.”

“OK, OK. Stop.” The guy’s voice rose in nervous pain. “I’m here for Julia. We’re supposed to go out.”

Ah, shit. Grant had interrupted a late-night rendezvous. “At midnight?”

Silence answered his question.

Grant had just been sucked into a situation that would be awkward with a capital A. After he’d refused to give her Lee’s files earlier, the last thing he needed was more conflict with Ellie. “What’s your name?”

“Taylor.”

Grant didn’t need the rest explained. Julia was sneaking out to meet this boy. Footsteps scraped on pavement. Julia stood on the sidewalk. The porch light spilled onto the snow in the front yard, highlighting the horror and humiliation on her face.

“Get up.” Grant stood, pulling the young man to his feet but keeping his arm behind his back. He frog-marched him across Ellie’s lawn.

“You can’t.” In the yellow light, Julia’s eyes begged.

“I’m sorry, Julia.” Grant released Taylor and knocked on the door. “I don’t have any options here.”

“She’s going to kill me.” The girl shrank back into the corner.