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did this happen?”
His hand covered his eyes as he rubbed at his temple. “Goddammit, I knew I shouldn’t have let her go alone.”
It took all of my self-control not to put hands on him. “Go where?” I growled.
He darted into the house, re-emerging with his keys. “I’ll drive.”
I was in the passenger’s seat and glaring at him before he spoke again.
“She went to visit her mother Friday. It must have happened there. It’s in a very seedy area of town.”
“And you let her go there alone?”
“I see that I should have gone with her, but I never imagined she’d be attacked. She was just going to ask her mom if she had her sister’s phone number. A very quick visit.”
“Well, now you fucking know. When I asked her if she’d been raped, she said, and I quote, ‘It didn’t get that far.’”
“Jesus Christ,” Jerry said, running a hand through his hair, and pulling out his phone. He was speaking before I realized that he was calling the police.
“That was a mistake,” I told him as he hung up the phone. “You just got me arrested, man.”
He sent me a baffled look. “Well, don’t do anything that can get you arrested, and you’ll be just fine.”
“Someone put hands on her, ripped a fucking shirt off her. Her shoulders, and one of her tits is completely covered in bruises. How fucking likely do you think it is that if I see this guy, I’m keeping my hands to myself?”
“Well, fuck, at least you have your lawyer with you.”
That surprised a humorless laugh out of me. “At least we have that. Plead insanity for me when I kill him, because I’m losing my fucking shit right now.”
“Here’s the game plan. We go there and wait for the cops, then tell them what we know. You don’t ever even need to look at this guy.”
I shook my head. “You’re delusional,” I muttered.
If I found whoever had put his hands on Danika, I was going to kill him.
“Well, I may be delusional, but at least I’m wearing a shirt,” he shot back.
I glanced down at my chest. I didn’t even remember leaving the apartment, but apparently, I’d forgotten something.
“That’s fine. I didn’t need to ruin one of my shirts with some stranger’s blood.”
“You sound like a nutcase, Tristan. You’ve been attending anger management, right? Can you try to use your exercises and tone it down a bit with the rage hard-on?”
“Some guy ripped her shirt off her, Jerry. Popping a dude in the mouth for calling her hot is an anger management issue. This right here is a necessary evil. No one hurts Danika and gets away with it. And I promise you this, when I get done with this guy, he won’t ever think about doing it again.”
Jerry sighed heavily, shooting me a glance that made him look like a disappointed father…Not that I’d have a clue what that really looked like.
We drove for forty-five minutes before we found the place, and I’d calmed a bit in that time, but my blood started pumping faster as we turned into a rundown trailer park. This was no place for Danika, and Jerry should have known better then to let her come to a place like this alone.
I glared at him.
“It wasn’t this bad the last time I came here.”
“It’s a trailer park on the wrong end of Boulder Highway, man. You should have used your fucking head and done the math.”
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”
That satisfied me a bit, but not enough to dampen the rage inside of me for the man we were looking for.
I couldn’t have said whether I would have shown more restraint if we’d shown up and found the culprit, say, sleeping, but that isn’t how we found him.
We found him beating on Danika’s mother, being loud enough about it to shake the walls of their trailer.
I heard a female cry of pain as I opened my car door, and that was it.
I
His hand covered his eyes as he rubbed at his temple. “Goddammit, I knew I shouldn’t have let her go alone.”
It took all of my self-control not to put hands on him. “Go where?” I growled.
He darted into the house, re-emerging with his keys. “I’ll drive.”
I was in the passenger’s seat and glaring at him before he spoke again.
“She went to visit her mother Friday. It must have happened there. It’s in a very seedy area of town.”
“And you let her go there alone?”
“I see that I should have gone with her, but I never imagined she’d be attacked. She was just going to ask her mom if she had her sister’s phone number. A very quick visit.”
“Well, now you fucking know. When I asked her if she’d been raped, she said, and I quote, ‘It didn’t get that far.’”
“Jesus Christ,” Jerry said, running a hand through his hair, and pulling out his phone. He was speaking before I realized that he was calling the police.
“That was a mistake,” I told him as he hung up the phone. “You just got me arrested, man.”
He sent me a baffled look. “Well, don’t do anything that can get you arrested, and you’ll be just fine.”
“Someone put hands on her, ripped a fucking shirt off her. Her shoulders, and one of her tits is completely covered in bruises. How fucking likely do you think it is that if I see this guy, I’m keeping my hands to myself?”
“Well, fuck, at least you have your lawyer with you.”
That surprised a humorless laugh out of me. “At least we have that. Plead insanity for me when I kill him, because I’m losing my fucking shit right now.”
“Here’s the game plan. We go there and wait for the cops, then tell them what we know. You don’t ever even need to look at this guy.”
I shook my head. “You’re delusional,” I muttered.
If I found whoever had put his hands on Danika, I was going to kill him.
“Well, I may be delusional, but at least I’m wearing a shirt,” he shot back.
I glanced down at my chest. I didn’t even remember leaving the apartment, but apparently, I’d forgotten something.
“That’s fine. I didn’t need to ruin one of my shirts with some stranger’s blood.”
“You sound like a nutcase, Tristan. You’ve been attending anger management, right? Can you try to use your exercises and tone it down a bit with the rage hard-on?”
“Some guy ripped her shirt off her, Jerry. Popping a dude in the mouth for calling her hot is an anger management issue. This right here is a necessary evil. No one hurts Danika and gets away with it. And I promise you this, when I get done with this guy, he won’t ever think about doing it again.”
Jerry sighed heavily, shooting me a glance that made him look like a disappointed father…Not that I’d have a clue what that really looked like.
We drove for forty-five minutes before we found the place, and I’d calmed a bit in that time, but my blood started pumping faster as we turned into a rundown trailer park. This was no place for Danika, and Jerry should have known better then to let her come to a place like this alone.
I glared at him.
“It wasn’t this bad the last time I came here.”
“It’s a trailer park on the wrong end of Boulder Highway, man. You should have used your fucking head and done the math.”
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”
That satisfied me a bit, but not enough to dampen the rage inside of me for the man we were looking for.
I couldn’t have said whether I would have shown more restraint if we’d shown up and found the culprit, say, sleeping, but that isn’t how we found him.
We found him beating on Danika’s mother, being loud enough about it to shake the walls of their trailer.
I heard a female cry of pain as I opened my car door, and that was it.
I
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