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“237 East Blueberry Lane,” Gawen said. Then, a curt, “Thank you,” before he slammed the receiver down.
We were both moving in unison, rushing toward the door as the captain barked out commands to others.
By the time we got outside, the uniforms were waiting with their cruisers, including one of our current K9 units.
Gawen and I each slipped into separate passenger seats, and we were off, flying through town.
East Blueberry Lane wasn’t in Navesink Bank. It wasn’t even in one of the neighboring towns. Which meant we were another twenty minutes behind by the time we were closing in on the location.
I was familiar with adrenaline. I’d been in more than a few dangerous situations, especially back when I was working beat.
This wasn’t that.
This was different.
I couldn’t call it anything other than an anxiety attack.
Because this was personal.
Because I had feelings for this woman.
Because I knew what she was currently enduring.
Because I couldn’t protect her.
Because I’d lost track of time.
Because I hadn’t been there when I said I would be there.
That bastard had exploited that gap in her protection, grabbed her, and taken her away from me.
Well, I was getting her back.
Hopefully before he traumatized her too much more.
My stomach was twisted in a knot, making nausea rise up my throat, forcing me to choke it back down.
My heartbeat was thrumming an uneven beat in my chest, making a sweat break out across my skin, and a tremor to start in my hands.
The siren was screaming, adding to that overwhelmed sensation coursing through me, overtaking me.
As we turned onto Blueberry Lane, my head was on a swivel, trying to find house numbers, and cursing the homeowners for not having their lights on, for not somehow being intrinsically aware of the horrors that were taking place right in their own neighborhood.
“Down at the end,” the uniform told me, making my gaze follow his out the windshield.
There were no lights on, and the entire property was blanketed in darkness.
It wasn’t until we were peeling into the driveway, with the cruiser’s headlights on the front of the property, that I could see anything.
And what I saw was Mari.
Standing behind her attacker.
With something around his throat.
Her chest was heaving.
Her eyes were that of an animal caught in headlights on a dark road at night.
