The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

I looked up into his soulless eyes as the life drained out of him. “You got off easy asshole.” Now I have to find whoever he has hidden in here. I started to make my way back down the stairs to the basement when I sensed movement. Someone was entering the house.

I slid back into the room and looked around in the dark for a closet door. I know the place had one because I’d looked the house up online to get the layout. I felt around the wall and found the crease before slowly opening it and slipping inside, leaving the door slightly cracked just as someone else walked into the room followed by another.

LYON

“ Are we ready?” Since the kids pretty much verified that he’s our guy I thought we should go over there tonight. If there’s a female in there I don’t want her staying there a minute longer.

“Let’s do it.” Both Mancini and I had been back and forth since Caitie came home earlier, checking in on our wives and kids.

My little man Cody was sick and only wanted daddy to comfort him for most of the evening but since his mom had given him the Tylenol he was out for the night. Both Kat and Cierra were dead tired so there shouldn’t be any trouble there; it was just the kid that was giving me pause.

Although Mancini had reassured me that he could handle himself I wasn’t sure about taking him along now that we knew for sure that this was our perp. Earlier it had been easy since he was just casing the place, but now that we were down to crunch time I wasn’t so sure. If this thing went south and he got hurt my kid would be fucked up.

I looked at him now. He hadn’t gone home after my kid had gone to bed but had sat in my office brooding. Good for his ass, this was just the beginning, if she’s anything like her mother he’s gonna have his hands full.

And the fact that she knows about this shit is only going to add to his headaches. If she wasn’t my kid this shit would be funny. Then again if she wasn’t my kid I wouldn’t care.

I looked down at my watch. It was already way past midnight which was perfect. We’d decided to wait until we were sure there wouldn’t be any busybodies peeping out of windows. Plus I had to sneak out of my house without my wife noticing and asking me twenty fucking questions.

I called Jared the fuck because he seems to think I can’t do anything without him, plus I think he was a little jealous of being left out of shit. We sat for another ten minutes giving my boys time to get here. Five hogs coming down the street at this time of the morning was sure to raise some eyebrows but my boys knew what they were doing.

The three of us snuck down the stairs and out the backdoor before making it around to the driveway. We took my truck since it was dark black on black with no decals; something I’d purposely had done for just such a time as this. Jared the fuck jumped in the backseat with a grin while the others stayed on their bikes.

They followed us to the park at the end of the street where the asshole lived and the eight of us made our way down the street, four on one side and four on the other. It was decided that four of us were going in while the others stood guard outside.

“No alarm!” Mancini whispered after doing some shit on his little toy again. I have to get my hands on one of those things. As to his assessment, I guess you don’t need an alarm when you’ve got doors like this hump had on his place.

We knew that our guy was upstairs in bed so while Mancini and I were going to head up there, Todd and Jared were going to search the basement which is the most likely place we thought for the girl or girls to be kept.

The place was pitch black when Mancini did his magic and removed the door handle which left a neat little hole in the steel. The air was rife with the smell of smoldering iron when he was through.

With the handle and lock gone it was easy to just slip my fingers through the door and ease it open. I stopped and looked back at Jared with a finger to my lips suddenly remembering something. I pointed down to his shoes before he stepped into the house and he grinned and pulled the special shoe covers from his pocket before pulling them on over his shoes.

We each put on our night vision goggles which tinged everything in a green hue but it brought shit into focus since not even the moonlight was shining through the windows. Mancini and I made our way stealthily through the dark to the stairs while those two headed down the basement steps as quietly as possible. We made it to the bedroom and I came up short at the sight before me. It looked like he was hanging on the wall, but not like he was hanging from a rope.