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Not that he wasn't going to crush her when he got his hands on her.
Because he was.
But he got a certain amount of pleasure from knowing that she must be out of her mind with fear knowing that he was coming for her.
He hoped she knew he’d very nearly succeeded in abducting her sister. When he’d managed to track down her parents’ address—which had been surprisingly easy thanks to a drinking buddy who owed him who worked at the DMV—he had assumed that was where she was hiding out since he set her house on fire.
His hours of sitting and waiting had paid off. When a car had come driving down the street and pulled to a stop outside the Hood house, he had been positive it was Hayley. Then a young woman with long dark hair had gotten out of the car, wearing a scarf and beanie, he hadn't been able to see her face, but he hadn't thought he needed to. He’d been so sure that it was Hayley.
Despite his initial shock when the woman turned around, and he realized that she was much too young to be the social worker he wanted, he quickly realized that it didn't really matter. As soon as the teenager identified herself as Hayley’s sister—which seemed like a stupid thing to do, he was a stranger, and yet she had readily told him who she was without finding out anything about him first—he knew that this was a golden opportunity to get to Hayley.
If he took her sister, he was sure she would have done whatever he said to get him to let the girl go unharmed.
Not that he ever would have let her go completely unharmed.
The sister was a pretty girl, and since it was too risky for him to contact his wife again so soon after last time, he certainly had some built-up needs that she could have attended to.
But he would have let the kid go to get Hayley, she was what he wanted, not the sister. It really was a shame that it hadn't worked out.
Jay tossed his head back and downed the rest of his can of beer in one long swig, then dropped the can on the floor beside him.
He was restless.
He wanted to be out, working on tracking down Hayley, but it was getting riskier.
And he was running out of places to look.
Since he had set her house on fire, he knew she wouldn’t be going back there. Since he had tried to run her and the man off the road on their way back from the group home where his kid was, he knew she wouldn’t be going back there. Since he had nearly abducted her sister at their parents’ house, she wouldn’t be going back there either.
But she was somewhere.
Just because he didn't know where to look next, it didn't mean he wouldn’t figure it out. He had to. Anything else was unacceptable.
Last night he had dreamed about what he would do when he had Hayley. He had beaten, stabbed, drowned, shot, strangled, and set her on fire. It had been a disappointment to wake up after all of that.
Not a complete disappointment.
He wasn't alone here which was definitely a good thing.
For him at least, he thought with a snicker. Not so good for his roommate though. He was pretty sure that right about now she was wishing she was anywhere but here.
Standing, he stretched, enjoying the cracking feeling in his spine. He crunched his knuckles next, they were a little sore from the lesson he had given Maria the other night. When he finally got his hands on Hayley and ended her life, he was going to have to decide what his next move was. There was no way he was walking away without his wife and his kid. He just hadn't figured out yet how he was going to get them.
He was getting sick of thinking.
As entertaining as it had been working this puzzle to find the solutions, he was tired of that now.
He deserved a little break.
Some relaxation time.
Grabbing another beer, he left the kitchen where he had spent the last couple of hours and headed down the hall. He swayed a little as he went, that familiar alcohol buzz flowed through his veins. It was the way he had lived his life since he was twelve and had his very first beer. At twelve, he had snuck one of his dad’s cans once the old man was so drunk he could no longer comprehend his surroundings. When he was big enough that his father no longer tried to beat him up, he didn't bother to hide the fact that he drank his dad’s beer. Instead of sneaking one up to his room and drinking in the early hours of the morning as he looked out at the dark sky and the moon, he would just take one when he felt like it and would even down it in front of his father.
Alcohol wasn't just a drink to him.
It was a way of life.
It was his way of life.
