Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I swallow hard, and an image flashes through my mind of the dark-haired man. My arms and legs are wrapped around him as he pushes his cock into me. I’m lost in pleasure as I cling to him, and then the image fades. I need to find this man.
Baldy reaches out to touch me but jerks his hand back when I hear another vehicle pull up. The sound of the car shutting off is loud before I hear the car door close.
“You Andrew?” Baldy asks, but I can't see whoever it was that arrived.
“Do you have the girl?” the person responds.
“Yeah. She was a fucking handful.” When the bald man turns, I see scratches down his neck. Did I do that to him? I really hope so because fuck these assholes.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” The tall man holds his hands up a second before there’s a loud bang. I scream when the tall guy falls to the ground covered in blood.
“Wait, no!” Baldy tries to back up, but it’s too late and we both know it. “I got her. She—”
Another shot goes off, and blood splatters across me, making me scream even louder. Baldy drops to the ground and then there’s someone standing in front of me, someone I recognize.
Only one word escapes my lips.
"Daddy!"
Chapter Twelve
ROURK
“I want an update,” I tell Maxim when I meet him outside the police station. It’s pouring rain, but I’m under the awning waiting for him.
“It’s not good,” he says bluntly, and although I know that this is how he is right now, it’s a dagger to my heart. “The video didn’t give us anything. Whoever it was has done this before.”
“So it wasn’t Andrew?”
“If I was going to guess I’d say he was outsourcing.”
In my experience, Maxim’s guesses are usually spot on. “Okay, if it is him, then how the fuck do we find him?”
Right as I ask the question, Detective Webb comes out of the building to join us. “We need to move,” she says, looking back at the awning where there are cameras. “We can’t talk here.”
I wasn’t sure if Detective Webb was going to play ball with us. Maxim isn’t exactly the one to do things by the letter of the law. In fact, he’s quite the opposite. But he’s got contacts the police can’t touch, and he’s not afraid to get dirty. Especially when it comes to saving people.
We run through the rain, and when we get to the end of the block, Webb leads us into a coffee shop. Thankfully it’s almost empty, and we take a seat at a nearby table. I’m not in the mood to sit around but I have to trust that they’ve got some kind of plan. Webb looks around to make sure we’re good to talk and then lowers her voice.
“We were able to secure Andrew’s phone records and there was a number that came up quite a bit.”
“Did you find out who it was?” I ask, and I see Maxim and Webb exchange a glance.
“It was Karmen’s mother,” Webb says, and my stomach drops. “It looks like she initiated the calls to begin with. We don’t know what it is they talked about, but it can’t be good.”
“Her mother? Why the fuck would she be calling him?”
“It looks like the first phone call was several months ago,” Detective Webb says. “It was around the time Karmen made the first complaint about his behavior. After that, they talked regularly up until Karmen was sent to Bellevue. Once her mother had her name dropped from the contacts, the phone calls stopped.”
“This doesn’t make sense. Andrew was the one that pressed charges when Karmen stabbed him. He was the one that had her sent to Bellevue.”
“We think that was part of his plan,” Maxim says. “I cracked into the server at the school where he was working. There wasn’t much, but I found a receipt where he purchased cameras. They were the ones the cops found installed in Karmen’s room. When I ran the receipt, I saw Karmen’s mother used her credit card to pay for them.”
“What the fuck.” I clench my fists on the table as rage boils inside of me.
“When Karmen stabbed him, they asked that she be mentally evaluated. Her mother knew that her father wouldn’t have anything to do with her, so if she broke off contact, then—”
“Karmen would be all alone,” I finish for Webb, and she nods.
“I know this is hard to hear,” Maxim says, and he must see my body is vibrating with hate. “The good news is that Detective Webb getting involved made him change his plan. Karmen wasn’t supposed to be released for another week after the evaluation period was over.”
“Once we raided his home, he must have known she’d be released early. Whatever plan he had before needed to change quickly so he’s scrambling. Which means he’s going to make a mistake,” Webb says, and then Maxim takes out his iPad.