“Do you know what he said about this woman?”
“Only that she didn’t behave and submit, so I was his next pick as a sex slave.” I feel the tension radiating off my husband, but I have to get this over with while I can get it out of me. “He didn’t get that far with me. He had to go to work and locked me in the storage of the bar he wanted down there.”
“What happened with the face? The officer told us the man was wearing some sort of prosthetic makeup?”
“Yes, I tried to get away when he uncuffed me at the house, so I pulled on his face, and it tore off a piece. He hit me in the face, then dragged me off to the basement, giving me water and a bag of chips to last until he got back.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” Dane says, wrapping his arms around me.
“No, you found me fast. I didn’t know if I would get out of the basement before he got back. I’m just scared of who he really is. I caught his voice change a little, and I recognize it, but I don’t know who it could be.”
“Did you cut the man when you clawed him?”
“I’m not sure. I might have. He shocked me again. It’s hard to even remember anything else.”
“Can we get a list of men you know? That you would recognize the voice of course.”
“Sure. I don’t know many. The crew at Rough Hands, a couple of clients. Can you think of anyone else, Dane?”
“There’s like two male neighbors and the building manager.”
“Oh don’t forget that creepy basement guy we saw the other day. He wouldn’t stop trying to hit on you. I almost decked him. Davis is his name,” Ben adds.
“Oh yes. I can’t think of his voice. I’m not sure if it’s him.”
“I’m glad you quit.”
“You know?”
“Ben told me.”
“I thought you…never mind. It’s not important.”
“Well, ma’am, I would recommend that you listen to people you know. I understand that it can be scary, but if your husband doesn’t leave your side, he may not reveal himself. We will keep that little tidbit out of the news until we have him in custody. By the way, we will have a detail at a distance. Also, we need to speak with the building security so we can see the cameras.”
“Okay, I can call down to the building manager. It’s early. He should still be here.”
Dane dials his number. “Hello Dane, how can I help you?” I start shaking immediately. Everyone is looking at me.
“I have the police here, and they want to take a look at the camera footage for the condo.”
“I’ll have to contact the owners, but according to the policy they need a warrant.”
“Please, Mr…”
“Miller. And you are?”
“I’m Detective Capronigri. I’m investigating Mrs. Harris’s abduction.”
“Have you found her yet?”
“Yes, she’s home now.”
“Okay, well I’ll call the owners of the building and get their approval.”
“Thank you, Mr. Miller. You don’t know how important it is in cases like these.”
“Welcome.” He ends the call, and I scream, wailing away. My body racked with sobs.
“It’s him. I’m sure of it.”
“It would explain why he could get into your condo without your notice,” Ben adds. Dane wraps me up in his arms, holding me so tightly that I can feel his muscles constrict around me.
“We’re going to call it in to keep tabs on him.”
“You both can’t stay here.”
“Come to the estate. We have plenty of rooms.”
“Thank you, Ben, but I don’t want to bring any trouble to your family.”
“That bastard isn’t getting anywhere near my family. And remember you’re my family, too.”
Chapter 10
Dane
The police escort us out, and thankfully, we avoided Miller. We need the evidence. I can’t have him destroying shit before they can arrest him. We are going to stay at the estate which is special for Brenda and me. It’s where we finally became a couple.
Brenda falls asleep as we drive off. I steal glances at my wife and forever grateful that I get this chance again. I don’t know if I’d still be living. She’s been everything to me for almost five years now, and I would give the world to keep her happy.
I can’t even think about the fact that I let the bastard get that close to her. A shiver runs up my spine. I wonder if there are cameras in the condo that I don’t know about. He could have been inside any time that we were out. No one would have known. Fuck, we aren’t going back until the fucker is in jail, and it’s only to pack the fuck up.
As soon as we get there, Mira is standing on the steps waiting. Ben runs up and kisses her before taking their son from her arms. I slide my hands under Brenda and carry her to the house.