Grievous (Scarlet Scars Book 2) by J.M. Darhower

Author:J.M. Darhower [Darhower, J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J.M. Darhower
Published: 2017-02-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The little girl sat in a blue plastic chair in the lobby of the police precinct. The lights were bright, blasting her like summer sunshine, the heat cranked up high in the building, but she was still so cold. Even with the thick blanket they’d covered her with, she couldn’t stop shaking, her teeth chattering.

She just wanted to go home.

How many times did she have to tell them?

She said it every time they started asking their questions, but they kept ignoring her, wanting to know other things she couldn’t say, things she didn’t want to talk about with those people.

“What should we do?” an officer in a uniform asked, standing beside the chair. “We’ve been trying for an hour and nothing.”

“I’ll put a call into DCFS,” another man said, this one wearing a suit. “Family services should be able to help, maybe send up someone who can coax something out of her.”

“You don’t think something happened to her parents, do you?” the uniformed man asked, frowning. “We checked all over the city, no missing reports matching her, but somebody ought to be missing her, you know?”

No missing reports.

Somebody ought to be missing her.

The little girl didn’t like how they talked about her, like she wasn’t there and couldn’t hear, and she especially didn’t like some of the things they said, like how nobody told them she was missing. Was she missing? Her mother would be missing her, the little girl was sure of it, but maybe she thought she was just still hiding.

“What’s with all the commotion in here this morning?” another man grumbled as he wandered into the lobby, his suit all rumbled, the skin under his eyes dark, his hair sticking out, like he’d just woken up. He carried a huge cup of coffee, sipping on it. “Someone said Ramirez got assaulted out in Brighton Beach? Who the hell did that?”

“This one did,” the first man in the suit said, motioning to the little girl. “He found her wandering alone at four o’clock this morning. Feisty thing damn near clawed his eyes out.”

The new arrival stepped closer, regarding her, and froze a foot away, eyes widening. The little girl looked up at him, and it took her a moment, but she thought his face looked kind of familiar.

Like maybe she saw it before.

“Son of a bitch,” he grumbled.

“Putting a call into DCFS,” the other man in a suit said. “Going to broadcast an alert, probably blast her picture out there, hoping someone will step forward once DCFS clears it.”

“Don’t bother,” the new man said with a loud sigh. “I know who she belongs to.”

The guy in the uniform looked surprised. “You do?”

“You don’t?” he countered. “Come on, use your eyes. Have you even looked at her? It’s obvious.”

All three men looked at her then.

The little girl didn’t like their attention.

The uniformed still seemed confused, but the other one got a vacant stare as he whispered, “Oh, fuck.”

“Fuck is right,” the newcomer said. She’d call him Sleepy, except

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