Long Shot (Hoops 1)

I gape at him for a few more seconds, not even sure if this is legal. Not even sure if I should get out of my car on a dark, deserted road at night. Shaking myself from the stupor, I rea

ch over to the glove compartment.

“Ma’am,” he snaps, eyes sliding to my arm reached across the passenger seat.

“I’m just getting license and registration,” I assure him. I hand over the paperwork, watching as he shines his flashlight on the documents.

“Registration says Caleb Bradley.” He taps the door. “Step out of the vehicle, please.”

This is a nightmare. The other two officers approach, one of them speaking into the intercom on his shoulder. On rubbery legs, I climb out of the SUV, stepping to the ground with my hands raised.

“There has been a terrible misunderstanding.” I will my voice to stop shaking. Fear coats my throat. I’m on a dark road with three men. Cops, yes, but men nonetheless. “Like I said, it’s my daughter in the back seat, and this is my car.”

“But the registration—”

“Caleb Bradly is my boyfriend,” I say hurriedly. “He gave me this car months ago. The baby is our daughter. There are a dozen ways to verify what I’m saying.”

“Ma’am, in cases of suspected child abduction,” one of the other officers says, “we have to protect the child. I’m afraid we’ll need to take you into custody.”

“The hell you will!” I step back, my calves bumping up against the car’s running board. “My daughter—”

“We’ve already contacted her father,” the officer says. “He’s on his way.”

“On his way?” I snarl. “He can be on his way, but he’s not taking my daughter anywhere.”

The cop turns me, and my body flattens to the car as he slips cuffs on my wrists. The click of the cuffs sets off panic in me.

Where will they take Sarai? What’s about to happen to her?

I strain against the iron circlets, twisting my shoulders and kicking my feet back.

“Ouch.” The officer curses under his breath. “Look, lady, you’re this close to adding resisting arrest and assaulting an officer to the grand theft and abduction.”

“I haven’t done anything.” My voice quakes, and tears leak over my cheeks. “Oh my God. You have to listen to me. She’s my baby. I haven’t taken her! She’s mine. Please don’t take her. Please just listen to me.”

Sobs shake my shoulders. Frustration, anger, and fear light a match to my blood and speed my heart. I rest my forehead against the cold metal of the expensive car that I never even thought about leaving behind. The credit cards, the car, the money—each thing he’s given me is simply a bar in my cell, imprisoning me.

Another car door slams, and I jerk my head around. In the darkness, Caleb’s broad shoulders cut through the small circle of men surrounding me.

“Where’s Sarai?” he demands, his voice, his face panicked. “Did she hurt her?”

A growl rumbles in my belly and springs from my throat. I hurl myself at him, even with my arms cuffed behind me.

“You bastard!” Hands trapped behind my back, I head-butt his chest and kick his shins. “What did you do?”

My raised voice bounces off the night sky, echoing around us like a screech in the jungle.

“You see what I mean?” he asks the officer closest to him. “She’s been like this for weeks, ever since she stopped taking the medication the doctor prescribed.”

“Motherfucker!” The word scratches its way out of my chest and scrambles over my lips.

“You don’t believe me?” he asks the officer. “This is my car she’s driving. I’m just going to reach inside for something that will prove what I say is true.”

He steps away for a moment but returns with my purse. My heart stills in my chest when he holds up a bottle of tiny pills.

“See?” He holds them out to one of the officers. “Her name’s right there. Ever since she stopped taking these pills, she—”

“I’m gonna kill you!” The words blast from me with propulsive force. “You lying son of a bitch.” I lunge forward again, but the cop catches me before I can ram Caleb.