Lost Girl: Hidden Book One by Vanderlinden Colleen

Author:Vanderlinden, Colleen [Vanderlinden, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Building Block Studios, LLC
Published: 2013-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Getting out of the house was easy. I slipped out my bedroom window, down the roof, and climbed down the trellis next to the front porch.

The car was the bigger issue. My Barracuda was loud. It was a muscle car, after all.

So, public transportation would have to do. I jogged for the nearest bus stop. This was such a pain in the ass.

After finally catching a bus (freaking DDoT, man) and two bus transfers, I made it to the location the imps had given me. The house was there, and so was the boyfriend’s car, just as the imps had described it. I crept around the house, keeping close to the foundation, trying to hear anything happening inside. A back window was open, and, the closer I got, the better I could distinguish several deep voices.

Most of the conversation was focused on the card game going on and the music on the radio. But the thoughts I picked up gave me a good idea of what I was looking for.

An apartment, a quad. Not too far from here. I fixed the imagery in my mind. She was there, chained to a rod in the closet, bound, gagged, starving. But alive.

So much anger, fear, hopelessness. What could make one person hurt another so badly? I listened more, got a better read on where the woman was being held, and got ready to leave.

“How’s Thea doing?” one of the men asked. I stayed put, after all.

I could sense irritation from the room. Boyfriend. “She threatened to leave me again. She’s having a time out until she comes to her senses.”

There were a few seconds of silence. No one was surprised, I realized. One of the men thought, again with this shit? I shook my head.

“You better hope that bitch that finds the lost girls doesn’t end up on your ass,” one of the guys at the table said.

He was met with a grunt.

“That bitch is spooky. Creeps up on dudes, pow! They don’t know what hit them, end up shitting their shorts and shit.”

“Those stories are bullshit, man. You hear the description of her? Tiny bitch, barely five feet tall? Doesn’t even use a gun? Explain that shit.” There was a grumble of general agreement from the four guys around the table.

The conversation moved on to something else, and I slipped away. Luckily, the house he had stashed Dorothea in was only a few blocks away. I knew where it was a surely as Dorothea's boyfriend did. Sometimes, telepathy is damn convenient.

I jogged the few blocks to the quad, cutting through backyards when I was able to, and just generally trying not to be seen. About fifteen minutes later, I was there. The house was in decent shape, but the shrubs around the porch were overgrown, and the lawn was straggly and long.

My lost girl was in one of the two upstairs apartments. This was an old-fashioned quad, with stairs running up the back of the house to the two upper flats. I went up the stairs silently, listened at one window, heard a TV and a baby inside.

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