Page 3 of Fear the Reapers


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“That’s Harleigh?” she gasped. “I haven’t seen her in years. She’s all grown up. Who do you think has her?”

The sudden shift in her tone told me our questions were going to be met with resistance. Rather than waste any more time, I decided to leave this one to the Reapers.

Maybe they would have better luck.

“We won’t take any more of your time.” I pulled out a business card and handed it to her. “If you think of anything, please call me.”

“Oh. Okay,” she replied.

Once we were back at the cruiser, Ash asked, “Why didn’t you keep pressing?”

“She wasn’t going to give us anything.”

“How do you know that?”

“She’s not scared enough.”

“What?”

“We can’t instil the kind of fear that the MC could, so we’re going to have to leave it to them to question her.”

“I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“It’s not like we can stop it from happening. They’ll do anything to get her back.”

“And you won’t?”

“As long as I have this job, I need to stick within the confines of the badge.”

Even as I said them, I knew the words weren’t entirely true. I'd stick to the confines of the badge, unless it came to Harleigh. If Harleigh was in danger, I knew I wouldn't hesitate to cross whatever line needed to be crossed to get her to safety. Which is why I was seriously starting to question my commitment to the force.

I'd betray the badge before I betrayed her.

ChapterTwo

HARLEIGH

I was joltedawake by the sudden, loud thud of the door smacking the frame.

It was shortly followed by three others.

I heard the engine of a car, and the lack of light made me think I was in the trunk. I inhaled deeply, the smell of rubber and harsh chemicals assaulting my nose, causing me to cough. I opened my eyes and was met with an oppressive darkness that smelled like musty fabric draped over my head.

Whoever had me, positioned me on my side with my hands tied behind my back and my ankles bound together. It was unmistakably duct tape, since I could recall the sound it made when they sealed my mouth shut. It was also the most ideal choice for kidnappers. No matter what, I knew I wouldn’t be able to free myself unless I could move my arms to the front.

My muscles screamed in protest as I attempted to sit up, and I felt a sharp twinge of pain. I slammed my head into cold, hard metal, and an intense, stabbing pain ricocheted through my skull.

Where the fuck was I?

I had to think.

What to do. What to do.

Everything was jumbled. The last thing I could recall was a sudden, painful impact to the back of my head before everything went blank. Someone must have snuck up behind while I was looking through Loraine’s trailer window. Getting caught snooping around the trailer park was probably the most stupid thing I had done in a while.

I vigorously shook my head to shake off whatever was covering it.

No dice.

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