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Authors: Marilyn Baron
Tags: Suspense, Contemporary
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killer’s playground. Bloodstained sheets, shackles on the wall, and a limp, naked Kylee sagging against a steel pole, tools of torture spread out on a nearby table. Women’s clothing and underthings—frilly, fragile, and bloody—were scattered on the floor.
Jack checked the young girl’s pulse. “She’s alive, but barely,” as he used a Swiss Army knife to tenderly cut the ties that bound Kylee’s hands and feet.
“Christ,” sputtered a sickened commander, breathing deep to keep from heaving. “Where’s the sick bastard who did this?”
The SWAT team spread out and checked each room in the basement.
The toilet flushed. Lucas Taylor sauntered out of the bathroom, half-dressed, blond hair mussed and pale skin gleaming with sweat, singing, “Kylee, time to wake up again.” He froze when he saw the officers.
A second later Lucas sprinted into action and ran for cover in the bathroom, but Commander Jones was quicker. He stuck his booted foot in the door and pushed against the force on the other side before Lucas could lock it and barricade himself in.
“It’s over, Taylor. Come out or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off.”
“Do you know who I am? My father—”
“I know just who and what you are, and I don’t care who your bloody father is, you’re going down. No more hiding behind Daddy.”
Together the commander and his team broke the serial killer’s hold on the door and pulled the bug out of his hidey hole.
Jack carried Kylee over to the couch and placed her head in Kate’s waiting lap. Kate covered the girl with a blanket she’d found tossed carelessly over a throw pillow and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder.
“You’re safe now, Kylee. You’re going home.”
Kylee wept a stream of silent tears. When she looked over at her captor, she started trembling uncontrollably and she couldn’t stop.
The commander read the Lord Mayor’s son his rights, jerked his hands behind his back, and cuffed him roughly.
“How do you like it now? You like it rough? I can do rough.”
“Commander, we’ll take him out the back,” Jones’ second-in-command said.
“No, we’ll be making a little detour through the house, to give Daddy and his party guests a good look at his freak of a son.”
“You can’t do this,” shouted Lucas. “I have my rights.”
“Let’s talk about your rights down at the station. I want this whole damn place swept for evidence. Make sure he doesn’t have anyone else down here.”
The commander walked over to where Katherine was sitting. “Great job, Kate.” He pressed her shoulder emphatically. “You should feel good about what you did here today. You saved this girl’s life.”
“You’re going to be okay now,” Commander Jones assured the girl gently. “We’ve got him. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Katherine held Kylee closer, both of them shaking. Nothing about this place made her feel good. She couldn’t wait to get home, away from this house of horrors. She’d never been so scared in her life. Scared for Kylee. Scared for herself. Her parents had been right about predicting the future. She had no business tampering with other people’s lives, messing with the unknown.
Chapter Seven
Aboard a Koala Blue jet en route to Atlanta
Katherine pretended to sleep while she squinted at Jack, who was half-hidden behind a newspaper, trying to get comfortable in his cramped airline seat. Turned out Jack wasn’t as big a jerk as she’d originally thought. In fact, he had been very protective of her in Sydney, and he’d been there when she needed him. He hadn’t apologized, but he wasn’t cracking any more “woo-woo” jokes or mocking her “magical powers.” So that was a step in the right direction. The fact that Flight Attendant Barbie wasn’t on the return flight was another plus.
“Kate,” he nudged her shoulder. “Are you awake?”
Kate smiled. The man wasn’t exactly subtle. She’d hardly had enough time to admire him
Jack checked the young girl’s pulse. “She’s alive, but barely,” as he used a Swiss Army knife to tenderly cut the ties that bound Kylee’s hands and feet.
“Christ,” sputtered a sickened commander, breathing deep to keep from heaving. “Where’s the sick bastard who did this?”
The SWAT team spread out and checked each room in the basement.
The toilet flushed. Lucas Taylor sauntered out of the bathroom, half-dressed, blond hair mussed and pale skin gleaming with sweat, singing, “Kylee, time to wake up again.” He froze when he saw the officers.
A second later Lucas sprinted into action and ran for cover in the bathroom, but Commander Jones was quicker. He stuck his booted foot in the door and pushed against the force on the other side before Lucas could lock it and barricade himself in.
“It’s over, Taylor. Come out or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off.”
“Do you know who I am? My father—”
“I know just who and what you are, and I don’t care who your bloody father is, you’re going down. No more hiding behind Daddy.”
Together the commander and his team broke the serial killer’s hold on the door and pulled the bug out of his hidey hole.
Jack carried Kylee over to the couch and placed her head in Kate’s waiting lap. Kate covered the girl with a blanket she’d found tossed carelessly over a throw pillow and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder.
“You’re safe now, Kylee. You’re going home.”
Kylee wept a stream of silent tears. When she looked over at her captor, she started trembling uncontrollably and she couldn’t stop.
The commander read the Lord Mayor’s son his rights, jerked his hands behind his back, and cuffed him roughly.
“How do you like it now? You like it rough? I can do rough.”
“Commander, we’ll take him out the back,” Jones’ second-in-command said.
“No, we’ll be making a little detour through the house, to give Daddy and his party guests a good look at his freak of a son.”
“You can’t do this,” shouted Lucas. “I have my rights.”
“Let’s talk about your rights down at the station. I want this whole damn place swept for evidence. Make sure he doesn’t have anyone else down here.”
The commander walked over to where Katherine was sitting. “Great job, Kate.” He pressed her shoulder emphatically. “You should feel good about what you did here today. You saved this girl’s life.”
“You’re going to be okay now,” Commander Jones assured the girl gently. “We’ve got him. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Katherine held Kylee closer, both of them shaking. Nothing about this place made her feel good. She couldn’t wait to get home, away from this house of horrors. She’d never been so scared in her life. Scared for Kylee. Scared for herself. Her parents had been right about predicting the future. She had no business tampering with other people’s lives, messing with the unknown.
Chapter Seven
Aboard a Koala Blue jet en route to Atlanta
Katherine pretended to sleep while she squinted at Jack, who was half-hidden behind a newspaper, trying to get comfortable in his cramped airline seat. Turned out Jack wasn’t as big a jerk as she’d originally thought. In fact, he had been very protective of her in Sydney, and he’d been there when she needed him. He hadn’t apologized, but he wasn’t cracking any more “woo-woo” jokes or mocking her “magical powers.” So that was a step in the right direction. The fact that Flight Attendant Barbie wasn’t on the return flight was another plus.
“Kate,” he nudged her shoulder. “Are you awake?”
Kate smiled. The man wasn’t exactly subtle. She’d hardly had enough time to admire him
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