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I rushed over and snatched the cat up, barely avoiding his claws as he growled at me for taking him away from his midday snack. I shoved him into Sarah’s arms and directed her to the bedroom door. “Lock him up so he doesn’t eat the evidence.”
The door burst open and her father came striding in, stopping when he saw the gruesome scene in front of him. “I see I’m late.”
“Do you know this fucker?” I asked, assuming he did since he was here.
“Saw him on the camera footage.”
Sarah shut the door and spun around. “You have cameras here?”
“He’s here too,” her father grumbled.
She turned to me then. “How did you know to come?”
“Dash hacked into the cameras this fucker set up. We wondered why there were cameras set up at your apartment.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, clearly not ready to move on. “And why were you looking for cameras?”
The silence in the room was deafening. Even her father looked uncomfortable.
“Well, clearly, I can’t trust you to stay away from men that want to kill you.”
Kavanaugh choked out a laugh. “Not the way I would have gone.”
“It’s the truth,” I said, standing my ground. Sure, I was taking my life and relationship with her in my own hands, but someone had to say it. “First, the bomber. Then the traffickers.”
“Traffickers?” her dad asked in surprise. “When did this happen?”
“When she ran away from me in the Caribbean.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “Her mother was the same way, God rest her soul. The woman never listened to a damn thing I said.”
“Right? Like mother, like daughter. I swear, she thinks I make this shit up for a living.”
“I hardly think—” But her father cut her off.
“And let me guess,” he laughed, “she thought he was a nice man.”
“She let him go,” I said, shaking my head, still baffled by the situation. “His sister needed a kidney transplant.”
“And I suppose that excuses his behavior,” her father said, shaking his head.
“And don’t get me started on the rapist. Oh, and taking a drink from a pirate! He fucking drugged her!”
“Typical women.”
“Now hold on a minute!” Sarah yelled, stomping her foot. “I hardly think you can say I have poor judgment based on a handful of events.”
I pointed at the body on the floor. “Case in point.”
She winced. “Alright…well, they didn’t all turn out that way.”
“They don’t need to all turn out that way,” her father argued. “Just one time is all it takes for you to end up in a body bag. Or worse, missing for the rest of my life. I have enough gray hairs.”
“Tell me about it,” I chuckled. “Well, not the gray hairs, but it won’t be long when I take her home.”
“Who says you’re taking me home?” Sarah asked.
“I do,” the woman smiled, joining her and linking her arm through Sarah’s. “It’s really for the best. I mean, we get into so much trouble, and where would we be without these beefcakes to keep us from trouble?”
