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boys' place."
Nogales nodded, calling for medical and back-up.
John kept talking, babbling about how he'd just gone for
fucking smokes and some OJ for Ben.
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"It hasn't been long, then, huh? I'll find him, John.
You have my word."
Fucker.
Pig fucker.
"Just need to see you, face to face. Wait, the guy is
breathing, Hannah. Just barely, but he is."
"Okay. Okay, the ambulance is coming. We're on the
way. Is your door locked?"
"Yeah. I put a chair in front, too. You'll have to let
me know when to open up." She could hear it, when he
calmed down enough to start to get angry. "Someone
took him, Hannah."
"Yeah, and I'm going to get him back."
"Okay. Okay. Hurry?"
"Using the siren and everything, John." They got to
Rick's car; she slid in the passenger side.
"I don't know what to do for this guy, H. He's... wow.
I mean, I thought he was dead..."
Fuck. She closed her eyes. "Can you see where he's
hurt?"
"He's one big bruised and bloody mess, honey.
Nothing is spurting."
"Good." Their guy wasn't a beater. He choked them.
Well, the girls.
Jesus.
"Christ. He's moaning. Hurry, huh?" John's teeth
were starting to chatter. She could hear them, just like
castanets.
"We're two minutes out." She made sure she was
loaded, made sure backup was on the way. Nogales
nodded, eyes hard, staring into hers for a second before
going back to the road. He was driving like a maniac.
They were racing the ambulance, the sirens fucking
annoying together. "You hear us, Johnny? That's us."
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"I hear you. I've got you on speaker. I'm trying to
make the guy more comfortable, okay?"
"Good deal." She was out of the car and running
before Ricky was really stopped, her feet pounding on
the stairs.
The lock turned the moment she reached for the
knob, John standing there looking absolutely broken.
Confident, cocksure John.
"Breathe. You did good." Her eyes landed on her ex-
husband, and she winced. "Fuck, Danny. What
happened?"
The EMTs pushed past her, and Rick went to check
the upstairs, just in case.
Danny's right hand opened and closed, but that was it.
John blinked.
"You know him?"
"He's my ex-husband." She sighed, rubbed the back
of her neck. "Okay, tell me everything that happened."
The story was brief, uncomplicated. "I went to the
store. I was gone, what, thirty minutes?" John rubbed his
arms. "When I got back, the door was gaping open and
Benny was gone. He was on the floor."
"Was there a note? Anything?" Something? Some
motherfucking clue?
"Not that I saw." His hands moved, almost reaching
out for her, stopping dead when Nogales came in. "I
didn't dig in his pockets or anything."
"Good." She looked at Rick. "Anything?"
"Nothing." Rick looked grim.
"We better have Cap call the feds. They're gonna be
pissed."
"Yeah. I'll call him. He'll tell me to call the field
office." Rick grimaced. "I've established rapport."
"Good for you. Don't mention me." She reached out,
eased Johnny over as the EMTs moved Danny.
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"Yeah." Rick turned away, his back stiff, and Johnny
shook his head. "Poor guy."
"He'll make it." He had to. He was going to be a dad.
"What was Ben doing? Was he dressed?"
"Mostly? I think he was in sweats and a T-shirt. We'd
slept in a little, done the mimosa breakfast thing."
She nodded. So he would have opened the door.
Okay. Good to know. How the hell had none of the
neighbors seen someone carrying Danny up? "Nogales!
Get uniforms going door-to-door! Someone had to see
something!"
Nogales waved a hand, his other at his ear, indicating
he would do it when he was off the phone.
"How could this happen in during fucking rush hour,
Hannah?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out, John."
Her cell rang, and she answered it. "MacTavish."
"If you want him back, you slut, you'll come outside.
We'll make a trade."
"What?" Fuck.
"Right now. You walk outside now, and I'll let him
go. Otherwise, I'll put a bullet in his head and leave him
for the blond to find."
"Okay. I'm on my way."
"Alone. You leave the Mexican in there."
"Yeah. No sweat." She hung up. "I have to check
something out, Johnny. Sit tight."
Fuck. Fuck. She slipped her piece into the small of
her back, where she could reach it, then she headed for
the door.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
John thought he might just have a meltdown of epic
proportions. Ben. Someone had his Benny. Some
psycho, the kind who killed people. The kind who
would do... that to Hannah's ex. And now Hannah had
disappeared, leaving him with her partner, who was
stony-faced and grim.
"Where's Hannah?" John finally asked, knowing --
what was his name? Nogales? -- had an earpiece and
probably had a clue.
Nogales gave him this look. "She talked to you on the
way out the door, loverboy."
"Yeah. Yeah, she said she had to check on
something. That was like, twenty minutes ago."
Those dark eyebrows got all heavy. "What?"
A phone came out, the man hitting 1. Dude, she was
1 on speed dial.
John bit back all the questions he wanted to ask,
waiting. He wouldn't get anywhere being a prick.
"Come on. Come on, Hammer. Answer your fucking
phone."
John's eyes narrowed, and he started chewing on a
thumbnail, something Ben always chided him for. What
the hell?
"Shit." Nogales slapped the phone shut, looked at
him. "What did she say to you?"
"I told you. She said she had to check on something.
She was on her phone." Dread settled in his chest. Why
wasn't Hannah answering?
"Okay. Okay." The phone was flipped open again,
buttons mashed. "Nogales. I need phone records on an
officer, now."
There was a long silence, and John couldn't look at
Nogales' face. He just couldn't.
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"No. No. Hannah MacTavish. Badge number..."
Nogales rattled off a string of numbers, one hand fisted
at his side.
John started to pace, his feet needing to move. He
wanted to hit things. Hard.
"I want to know every fucking call she's had in the
last hour and I want to know fifteen minutes ago!"
John waited until Nogales hung up before asking.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know, man. She always answers me. If she's
in the bathtub, if she's asleep. Always."
"What if she's on some kind of lead?"
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