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Why couldn’t Jay just accept that it was over? They knew he had killed Leah, he wasn't getting Kinsley back, and he was going to prison. Killing her wasn't going to change any of that.
Curling her fingers into Brian’s sweater, Hayley clung to him. She just wanted this to be over.
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1:47 P.M.
“Well, we spoke to everyone on the street, and no one got a license plate,” Jessica Spears said dejectedly as she and her partner stood outside the Hood house where a couple of hours ago Arianna Hood had very nearly been abducted.
“And we still haven't managed to find out who this Sarah is that Kinsley Turner told us watched her sometimes,” Adam said.
They had spent the previous day from their visit with Kinsley until they went home to their children trying to find out who the woman was so they could interview her. So far, they hadn't had any luck.
Jessica was worried about the woman. Jay was spinning out of control. He was so obsessed with getting revenge on Hayley for removing his daughter from his home that he couldn’t think of anything else. She wouldn’t put it past the man to be using Sarah’s house as his place to hide out and had at worst already killed the woman, and at best, had just tied her up and kept her prisoner in her home.
They really needed to find out who Sarah was and where she lived.
“He’s fixated on Hayley for now, but we were there that day too. He could change his focus any time and decide to come after either of us,” Adam said.
She’d thought of that.
And it wasn't a pleasant thought.
“Or he could go after Freddie or Claire,” she voiced the worry that had been at the back of her mind ever since they’d taken Kinsley.
“I think we should ask for patrol cars to make regular runs down our streets. When he thinks he’s in danger of being caught he seems backs off, hopefully having increased patrols will deter him from trying to go after either of the kids.”
“Hopefully,” she echoed. She didn't know what she would do if anything ever happened to Freddie. He was her world, her heart, the love she felt for her son she couldn’t even put into words. “We better go in and talk to Arianna. Maybe she knows something that will help.”
“Yeah, hopefully,” Adam said, but it was clear he wasn't going to be holding his breath.
She wasn't much more optimistic than her partner was.
So far this case wasn't moving forward. Jay kept upping the ante and making bolder attempts to get what he wanted, but they weren't having any luck finding where he had squirreled himself away.
They walked up to the front door, which was immediately thrown open by a frazzled-looking Paige. Jessica could empathize. If it was her daughter being stalked by a violent man, and then her other daughter almost abducted by that same man, she would be out of her mind with worry.
“Did anyone see anything useful?” Paige Hood demanded.
“No. A few neighbors came running outside when they heard Arianna screaming, they saw a man pulling her toward a van, but no one got a license plate. A few people thought they got a partial plate, but none of the numbers matched up, they all saw something different,” Jessica explained.
“You’ll run them though, in all the combinations?”
“We will,” she assured the older woman.
“Where’s Arianna?” Adam asked.
“In the living room,” Paige replied, then abruptly turned and headed toward the living room.
She and Adam closed the door and then followed. In the living room they found Arianna sitting on the couch, a steaming mug of hot chocolate clutched so tightly in her hands that her knuckles were white. Elias Hood sat on one side of his daughter, and Paige had taken a seat on the other. Both of them were sitting so close to Ari that they were practically on top of her.
Brady Crowley and Ryan Xander were also here, and she wondered if anyone had called Brian and Hayley to tell them what had happened. Although Jessica didn't know where the two were hiding, she assumed they had an untraceable burner phone, so even if Jay Turner could hack their phones he wouldn’t be able to find Hayley by tracing their calls.
“You want something to drink?” Brady asked.
“Anything hot,” Jessica said, rubbing her hands together as she took a seat on the other couch. Spending the morning outside, standing on people’s front porches as they interviewed the neighbors had chilled her to the bone.
“I’ll go make some coffee,” Brady said, heading for the kitchen.
