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Her blue eyes met mine, tears streaming down her face, “Lucas, you gotta find Mom,” she begged, sobbing harder.
My jaw clenched and my teeth were grinding. I’d kill that fucker. First, for laying a hand on my woman. Second, for putting tears in this little girl’s eyes.
“I promise you, Natasha,” I said, gripping her hands tight and holding her eyes, “I’m bringing your mama back home to us.”
I rose to my feet, meeting Monica and Paul’s eyes across the room. They were working on consoling their girls. I nodded to Paul before exiting and crossing to Nick who had overheard Monica and already gotten on the radio.
“All units be on the lookout for anyone fitting the descriptions incoming,” Nick announced, glancing over at me. “Marshall, you got an updated picture of Becks?”
“Already sending,” I replied, tapping on my phone. “You’re not keeping me out of this, Nick,” I said leaving no room for discussion, staring him down.
He nodded tersely, in grim acceptance.
“I’m on the clock, so I’m heading to my vehicle now to start patrolling the streets,” Paul said, coming up behind me. “We’re going to find her, Lucas. We’re going to bring her home.”
“There’s no alternative,” I replied, watching him walk out of the precinct, my jaw clenching again. The diamond ring I’d placed in my pocket was heavier now.
“Lucas, we’ve got everyone on patrol scouring the streets. Someone is at the scene where her items were gathering information. Someone will be coming in to take the girls’ and Monica’s statements. Can you handle the radio?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked incredulously. “You think you’re going to stick me here behind the desk?”
“Man, you know this is protocol. You’re too damn close to this situation. You would make any one of us do the same fucking thing if it was our woman,” Nick returned, glaring at me.
My jaw ticked, teeth grinding,“Fine. But the second we get any news of seeing her I’m in my fucking truck. To hell with anyone who tries to stop me,” I snapped.
He raised his hands at me, “Sounds like we have a compromise then.”
I glanced over through the window to the witness room, watching another coworker bend down to Natasha’s level and talk to her gently. She looked over, blue eyes meeting mine, with every question in the world in their depths. I nodded at her reassuringly and she turned back to answer his questions.
I sat at the radio, readying myself to gather any information coming in, and listening to my force rallying trying to find the woman that had become my whole world.
Chapter 29
Everything hurts.
I felt like I was floating. I must’ve been taking a nap but my body was refusing to cooperate and wake up. It felt like my mind was trying to protect itself from whatever was on the other side of my eyelids. I racked my brain trying to figure out why everything ached.
Was I sick? Had I been in an accident?
“Finally found the fat bitch and I have her back in my hands. Never should’ve tried to move on without me. Especially with a damn cop pig.”
My entire body tensed. It was like thirteen years had never happened. There was no time or distance separating this nightmare that I found myself in again. It all came rushing back in.
My phone had gone off. My boss was calling me. Ice cream with the girls. Running my hand down Nat’s head as I told them I would be right back. I had actually been speaking with my boss when I heard my name. I was staring down the alley, looking at the police station, wondering what was taking Lucas and Monica so long.
“Becks.”
The voice from my past sent me into an automatic trauma response. I ducked my head, scrunching my shoulders and flinching like someone was going to hit me, turning to see Larry sitting in a beat up car, idling by the curb.
“Get in the car. Don’t do, or say anything. Clark is in the ice cream shop’s bathroom and if you fucking do anything, he’ll shoot everyone inside, including those snot-nosed brats.”
My heart froze.
“Becks?” I heard my boss’ voice in my ear but couldn’t breathe, or respond. I dropped my phone. Stepping towards the car, dread filling me. At least Nat and the girls would be safe.
“Purse too. I’m not stupid, Rebecca,” Larry snarled, pointing a gun at me, holding it low where no one could see it. I dropped my bag, tears filling my eyes, and slid into the vehicle beside him.
“Good girl,” Larry sneered, making my stomach turn.