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Ten minutes later, after going through multiple security checkpoints, Malcolm and I were left in a small, dingy room with a table and four chairs. Neither of us sat. I stood next to the door we’d used to enter, but Malcolm was pacing, his face paler than usual.
“Hard being back behind bars?” I asked without any snipe.
He didn’t answer, just rubbed his chin.
“Is this room bugged?” I didn’t like the idea of any exchange between Stevens and me being recorded.
He shook his head. “No. I’ve been assured it’s not.”
Which meant we could talk freely.
“Can you produce an alibi for the rest of the night after I dropped you off at Scooter’s?” I asked. When he gave me a blank look, I added, “Because of Eddie’s body turning up behind your bar?”
He shook his head. “Just the usual video surveillance.”
“Did any of the cameras in your lot get footage of who left the van?”
“No, they shot out a light in the lot so it was too dark for the camera to pick up any facial features.”
“But it’s a man?”
“Yep. He drove in about four a.m., parked, then walked to the highway.”
“He must have an accomplice,” I said. “How else would he maneuver all that?”
He shook his head. “Maybe we’ll get some answers when this pervert shows up.”
I doubted we’d get anything useful, but it seemed pointless to disagree.
A few minutes later, the door on the opposite side of the room opened, and a guard brought in a tall man with broad shoulders and a dark, bushy beard.
He was older and heavier, but I had no doubt he was the man who’d stolen my sister. A wave of fear washed through me as memories of the day he took my sister bombarded me.
The guard led him to the table and waited for him to sit before he handcuffed Stevens to the table. Then he left.
I took an involuntary step back, my back pressed to the wall next to the door, while Malcolm surged forward, dragging a chair from the table. He sat down and gave Stevens a dark glare.
“Why am I here?” Stevens asked in a gruff voice. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I,” Malcolm said in tone that carried plenty of malice, “am your potential worst nightmare. I suggest you answer anything I ask you and don’t waste our time by lying.”
Stevens looked up at me. “Who’s she?”
“She is none of your concern. In fact, ignore that she’s even there.”
A smirk lit up Stevens’s eyes. “Hard to do when she’s standing right there.”
Malcolm slapped him across the cheek, drawing a startled gasp from Stevens. He held his cheek with his free hand as he stared up at Malcolm in disbelief.
I started to protest, but Stevens beat me to it.
“You can’t do that!”
“Looks like I just did,” Malcolm growled. “Every time I catch you looking up at her, you’ll get more of the same, which means I shouldn’t have any trouble holding your attention. Have I made myself clear?”
Stevens shot daggers of hate at him. “Guard!”
“I promise you that he’s not coming until I call him, and I’m only getting started. Now tell me what Andrea Adams was wearing the day you kidnapped her.”
