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At least the disruption in normal hearing mutes his bitch screams a bit.
Cautiously approaching the kidnapper occurs in tandem with carefully surveying the scene, needing to spot where the child scurried away to.
If he left the situation, then so will I.
Yeah, getting this man to the authorities is important, but not nearly as important as getting the kiddo back to his mother.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a lower tree branch twitch, an action that reveals to me his cloaked location and allows a small sigh of relief to escape. Upon my arrival at the attacker, I plant one foot firmly on his chest and significantly push downward until the heel of my boot has successfully crushed a rib. Louder, more excruciating yelps spring loose, calling, begging,pleadingfor me to move my foot.
So, I do.
I move my appendage just a smidgen upward.
Slowly press down again.
Continue to add more and more and more pressure until the area gives way for a second time, cracking like a piece of celery being broken to make someone’s bloody Mary.
There.
I granted himhisChristmas wish.
Time for him to grant me one of mine.
Aiming the gun at the center of his forehead, I smoothly state, “Move another inch, and I’ll give you a real reason to be a Grinch this season, motherfucker.”
He whimpers his understanding.
“Hey, pal,” I call out in the direction of the scared child. “My name’s Wahl and-”
“Like WonderWahl?!!?” His head instantly pops out around the branches. “Your name is the same like him?!”
“Yeah.” My smile is genuine. Sincere. “I’m actually his big brother.”
He gasps at the same time he scrambles to his feet, tripping over them in the process. “He has a big brother?!”
“You’re lookin’ at him.”
“Ohhhhh!!!! Do they call you SuperWahl because he’s WonderWahl?!”
Theyshouldcall me SuperWahl.
Or maybe just Kolby.
Wonder how much that’d piss him off.
“I don’t have a brother,” the kid openly admits as he creeps closer. “I say ‘Mom, I want a little bother’ and she says ‘Oakley, no you don’t.” He openly laughs and shakes his head. “She’s funny.”
Grateful to have his name without him even realizing it widens my grin. “Sounds that way.”
“Do you play hockey?!” He enthusiastically asks now directly at my side. “Dad says WonderWahl’s job is to protect him like a wall. You do that? You protect people like a wall?!”
“Adifferentsort of wall,” I slyly answer on a small snigger. “ButthisWahl, jus’ like WonderWahl is a new friend of your mom’s. That’s who she was talkin’ to when this bad man took you, right? My brother?”
“I think so!” He excitedly bobs his head so much his round glasses begin to slip. “Pretty sure! Yeah!”
“Can you do me a favor, Oakley?” Grinding my foot further into the man’s abdomen occurs courtesy of me digging into my jean pocket with one hand. “Can you sit on the sidewalk right next to me, face the mall doors, and use this Dalvegan Dragon green Play-Doh to make me some Christmas trees?”
“Yeah!” More excitement floods his gaze during the transferring process. “I can use my thumbs to make ornaments!”
