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“Let me at it.”
“What’s this you say?”
She pushed on his shoulder to make room for her hand to slide down the front of him and wrap around his erection.
Nick gasped from the immediate charge of desire. “What is happening?”
“I want you to sleep, and he isstandingin the way of that. I know how to make him stand down.”
“Oh, that sounds intriguing. Do tell.”
“How about I show you instead?”
“Even better.”
He closed his eyes and tried to follow her advice to let it all go as she stroked him with slow, deliberate movements designed to drive him crazy, all the while continuing to run her fingers through his hair, sending shivers down his spine.
“Samantha.”
“Hmmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
His hips came off the bed as he raised himself on his arms so he was hovering over her as she continued to stroke him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Without this.”
“I’m right here, love. Always.”
He kissed her as he came, moaning against her lips from the surge of desire and love. After he broke the kiss, he gazed down at her sweet face, illuminated by the glow of a nightlight. “I need to clean you up.”
“I’ve got it. You rest.”
She scooted out from under him as he turned onto his back, his body throbbing from the release. At the worst of times, only she could make him forget the ever-present worries for a few blissful minutes.
When she slid back into bed, he held out his arms to her, and she rested her head on his chest.
“Try to sleep,” she said. “You’ve done what you can for now. Tomorrow is another day.”
Tightening his arms around her, he exhaled. He was still sick over the violence at Fort Liberty, but Sam was right. He’d done what he could, and he’d have to face it again in the morning.
Freddie Cruz wasat his desk at five a.m., determined to find out as much as he possibly could about the man who used to command their squad. He started with a regular Google search and worked his way through the voluminous coverage about his attempts to murder Sam, the trial and the sentencing.
In addition to the newer articles, Stahl had been quoted many times as part of investigations and other MPD business. Knowing now that most of what he’d said was probably lies was hard to swallow even days after the new information came to light.
He went back further, finding a mention of Stahl’s graduation from McKinley High School more than thirty years ago. That was the only mention of his life before he joined the department.
Next, he accessed city databases to find his birth certificate, listing Richard and Donna Stahl as his parents.
He did an internal search for Donna Stahl and hit paydirt with stories about domestic violence accusations she filed against Richard and then later how she was charged for abusing her son, Leonard. He had a sick feeling as he read through the list of injuries thirteen-year-old Leonard had withstood at the hands of his mother—a severe concussion, a fractured jaw, a lacerated forearm that required forty stitches, bruises all over his body and several unexplainable burns.
Freddie felt like he’d found the explanation for why Stahl had turned out to be such a sadistic monster. He’d been raised by one.
There were reports from child welfare employees who’d recommended removal from the home long before the final incident had resulted in Stahl moving to his father’s home.
Donna Stahl had been charged with multiple felonies and had served fifteen years in the same prison her son was now in before being released.
Over the next hour, Freddie used every resource at his disposal to find her current location. When he struck out, he decided to call Sam’s favorite probation officer, Brendan Sullivan, to see if he had any info on where Donna might be. Since it was still early, he left a message for Brendan.
