Page 80 of Lay Down the Law

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Lightning split the sky, illuminating the entrance to the grain elevator fifty yards away. Erin slowed the truck and turned down the gravel drive. The monstrous structure loomed like a dinosaur grazing amidst the endless rows of corn. Ten minutes earlier, a tornado warning had been issued by the National Weather Service for the counties west of Logan Falls.

Erin figured the situation couldn’t get much worse.

She flinched at a deafening crash of thunder. Stopping the truck a few yards from the yawning mouth of the entrance, she stared into the darkened interior, wishing she’d had time to formulate some kind of plan. But for the life of her, she hadn’t been able to come up with anything better than what she was about to do. Offering herself up in exchange for Stephanie was the only way to save that little girl’s life. No matter how Erin looked at it, the simple fact remained that DiCarlo wanted her, not Stephanie. The child was merely bait. A bargaining chip. That left the ball squarely in Erin’s court, and she didn’t intend to squander the chance.

A shiver rippled through her as the first giant drops of rain splattered against her windshield. She usually didn’t have any difficulty leaving her emotions behind when she stepped into her cop’s suit of armor. But this situation was different. She couldn’t get her focus. She couldn’t stop thinking about Stephanie. She couldn’t stop thinking of Nick—or set aside the cold, hard knowledge of how much was at stake for all of them.

If anything happened to that little girl, Erin would never be able to live with herself. She knew that as surely as she knew DiCarlo didn’t bluff when it came to threats. If it was the last thing she did, she would get Stephanie out of this. Or else she would die trying.

Leaning across the seat, she picked up the .22 minirevolver and slipped it into the holster strapped to her ankle. She checked the cylinder of her service revolver, then tucked it into the waistband of her jeans. She expected DiCarlo or his men to disarm her. If she was lucky, they wouldn’t find the ankle holster, and she’d have something to bargain with if things got crazy.

Erin fully expected things to get crazy.

She shut down the engine and got out of the truck. The wind buffeted her, kicking up dust and small debris. Fat drops of rain thunked against the ground and pinged against the hood of the truck.

Another bolt of lightning ruptured the sky. Refusing to acknowledge the fear pounding in her chest, she started toward the entrance. She knew they were watching her. She felt their eyes tracking her, the malice surrounding her like a dark aura. She knew in an instant she could be dead. Just as she knew she didn’t have a choice but to walk right into DiCarlo’s trap.

She reached the entrance, breathless with adrenaline, every sense honed on her surroundings. Wind howled through the structure like a banshee. A dozen fifty-gallon drums lined the wall to her left. The darkened, windowed office stood to her right. A catwalk overhead offered yet another hiding place.

Erin’s breaths came hard and fast as the flashback pressed down on her. She fought it, forcing it back by sheer will. Easy. Breathe. Focus.

“DiCarlo!” she shouted.

Two figures stepped out of the office. A surge of adrenaline sent her hand to her weapon. Every nerve in her body screamed as she drew it from her waistband. To her horror, her hands were shaking. Easy. Breathe. Focus. Her mind chanted the words like a mantra.

“I’m a police officer,” she said.

The two men wore expensive suits. Italian loafers. They watched her with flat, emotionless eyes. Bodyguards—or hired killers—she thought, and choked back a crushing wave of fear.

“Mr. DiCarlo is expecting you,” one of the men said. “Drop your gun, cop.”

“Not until I see the little girl.” Erin held her weapon steady on the man’s chest. “Now.”

The two men exchanged looks.

Erin pulled the hammer back. “A hollow-point bullet won’t go through that body armor you’re wearing, but it will put you down,” she said with a calm she didn’t feel. “I won’t miss a head shot. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

The man’s cheek twitched. Raising his arm, he snapped his fingers. The office door squeaked open. Erin’s heart jerked hard in her chest when she saw Stephanie being rolled out of the darkness by yet another man. The little girl’s face was dirty and tear streaked, her hair mussed.

“Erin?” Stephanie said in a small voice.

“Sweetheart, I’m here,” Erin replied. “Are you okay?”

“I’m scared. I want to go home.”

“Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I want my dad.”

Tears burned behind Erin’s eyes, and she fought for control. “I’m a police officer like your dad, sweetheart,” she reminded her. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll keep you safe, okay?”

The little girl started to cry.

Erin looked at the first man. “I’m taking her back to Logan Falls.”

“You’re not going anywhere. Drop the gun, cop.”