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“We don’t have time for this shit. Wilson and Costovia are taking care of those two evidence techs out there like tonight,” Bell said, yanking her even closer. “Wilson wants to take out that one specifically. Said it would be all the sweeter if we found her out there tonight. His ex’s sister or something.”
“Hope? I know what he did to her.” There was so much rage in Detective Kimball’s tone.
“That’s her. Wilson wants to kill her personally. He’s got a grudge against that kid or something. Something to do with that bitch ex of his, and the sister getting in his way. Costovia got orders from Wichita Falls to take out a forensics team tonight. Send a message to Major Crimes and everything. We’re tired of McKellen fucking with us. That boy just doesn’t learn. Wilson said two for the price of one tonight. He wants to kill that bitch so bad.”
Terror filled her even more. Hope. Madison.
She’d sent them out there along the highway tonight.
“Get her to my car. We’re going to have to take Dr. Harris here with us. Finish what we started with her, too. We’ll just leave her body with the rest of them tonight. Finally going to do something fun around this place.” Her blood froze at the sheer enjoyment that was in Detective Bell’s words as he talked about killing them all. What kind of monster was he?
Haldyn fought as hard as she could to get away.
It just wasn’t enough.
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Sol followed while Bell dragged little Hallie out the rear door and to his SUV. He just hoped the damned cameras had seen what was happening.
He just didn’t know if anyone would be in time to help.
His heart was pounding out of his chest. The bastard meant it. They were going to hurt Hallie tonight. To hurt little Hope, and sweet little Madison.
For what? To send a message? To taunt McKellen? Thumb their nose at Marshall? Like it was all some damned fucking game or something?
Hell no.
Those girls didn’t deserve to be hurt this way. They just didn’t.
Bell leaned Hallie against his car, but the girl was fighting so damned hard. He slapped her. Before Sol could stop him.
Bell got her in the back seat. Sol climbed in the driver’s seat automatically.
That bastard Bell punched her. Like he had before. Hallie collapsed there in the seat. Sol let out a roar. He didn’t know where it came from.
Deep in his soul, maybe.
That was his friend’s little girl. He wasn’t going to just sit back and watch Gordon’s little girl get hurt again.
He just wasn’t.
Sol shoved the keys Bell tossed him into the ignition and threw the car into reverse before the younger man could get in next to Hallie. Bell cursed and backed away. “What in the hell are you doing?”
Sol Kimball knew exactly what he was doing now. He pulled his weapon free.
Sol hit the brakes for a moment, then fired. He sent two rounds into that cruel, lazy sonofabitch sociopath right where Bell stood.
Sol enjoyed it, too.
Blood sprayed on the window of the back passenger door. Bell was there against the car, slumped now. Eyes wide—and terrified. Sol liked that look in that bastard’s bright blue eyes. “Damned bastard just won’t go down.”
Sol turned the wheel.
And then he made certain that bastard would not hurt one of those girls ever again.
This…this was a reminder of why Sol had pinned on the badge in the first place. To help people, not to harm. To help.
It was time he did that again.
