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practically trying to climb Genny in his attempt to get away from the mutt, and without hesitation, she lifted him into her arms.
    “Eddie, heel!” Owen barked, still trying to comprehend what was going on. Eddie sat by his master’s feet almost immediately, looking about as confused as Owen himself. Meanwhile, Genny was busy trying to calm the child in her arms.
    “Honey, it’s OK. Eddie won’t hurt you.” Despite her own obvious fear, she emanated an aura of calm for the kid. It took about five minutes for the child to stop crying, and even then, he continued to cling to Genny as if his life depended on it.
    What the hell ? Obviously they had gotten it wrong. Gazing around the yard, Owen tried to discern if anyone else was hiding nearby, but there wasn’t the slightest sign. Save for the footprints by the door, which he hadn’t gotten a terribly good look at. “Honey,” His gaze was drawn back to Genny and the child she held when she spoke again. “What are you doing here? Where are your parents?”
    The kid’s large brown eyes shone with tears. His blonde hair was mussed and covered in dirt and twigs from the bushes. “I don’t know.” He sniffled, hiccupping as his nose ran. “The man won’t let me see them unless I take the box!” His voice rose to a wail at the end of the statement.
    Owen’s blood ran cold. Unless he took the box ? The box that had ended up on their doorstep?
    “What box?” Genevieve pressed him gently, and Owen could see that she was equally disturbed. “Did it have a purple ribbon on it?”
    The small boy nodded miserably, wiping his nose and effectively smearing evidence of his grief all over his face. “He told me not to open it. He said if I didn’t take it, I wouldn’t see my mommy and daddy again.”
    Fucking hell . “Owen,” When Genevieve’s gaze rose to his, her hazel eyes were oddly calm, “Call the police.”
    The green-eyed man frowned deeply. “I will. Once you and him are safely inside.” He gestured to the kid in her arms, every muscle in his body tensed. Genevieve nodded only once before striding back across the yard. She let the little boy bury his face in her neck and rubbed the back of his neck, effectively shielding him from the sight of the dead kitten on the doorstep. Once she and he were inside the house, Eddie padded in behind them, and Owen turned to give the yard a last long, worried look.
    Who the hell would send a kid to do something like this?
     
    The police arrived within twenty minutes, and another ten minutes after that, there were no less than five cops at the house investigating. At the kitchen table, Detective Sean Miller, a man about the same age as Owen with dark blonde hair and gray eyes, took their careful statements. Though every effort had been made to disengage the boy they had found from around Genevieve’s neck, he held on tightly, and ultimately, was allowed to remain in her lap.
    Owen told the detective solemnly about the roses Genny had been receiving for the past month, and the blooms were immediately taken from the house for analysis. The cat was cleaned up as quickly as possible, as not to scare the child, and Owen tried to swallow the nausea churning in his gut when he thought of who might have any reason to kill such a small animal. The detective told them that they were putting a hold on their mail for the next few days just in case whoever had sent the dire package attempted to use the postal system.
    Crazily enough, the authorities discovered who the boy was within an hour of arriving at the house. His name was Peter Halston, and he had gone missing from another county about two weeks ago. The boy was a bit too distressed to do much more than demand to see his parents before eventually falling asleep on Genevieve’s shoulder.
    What had formerly been a relaxing day had turned into something out of a nightmare. It was three hours before the police finally finished at the house and promised to stay in contact with