The Yearning by Tina Donahue

Author:Tina Donahue
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2011-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

Deep in thought, Mike frowned at the door creaking. It appeared his time alone had ended. He dropped his cuffed hand on the mattress. The metal felt faintly warm, either from his intense concentration or because he kept touching it.

Ben looked around the jamb cautiously, as he might when peering into a pit bull’s cage.

Mike spoke first. “Is Jasmine all right?”

Nodding, he stepped into the room. “She’s sleeping.”

“How many hours does she get each night?”

“Four, if she’s lucky.”

“I can help,” Mike said again. “Let me call my friend.”

Ben shifted from foot to foot. He jammed his hands into his back pockets. “Violet wants to know how you like your eggs.”

“Screw the eggs. Jasmine needs help.” He leaned forward. “Do you want to be responsible for what happens if I can’t call my friend?”

He matched Mike’s frown. “I don’t want anything happening to Jas if you bring the cops here and they throw her into a mental ward because they don’t know what the fuck is really going on. How do I know you’re being straight with us?”

“It’s just a call, Ben. Look,” Mike added quickly, not wanting to push too hard, “if you don’t want me to make a call, then at least let me send an email to Erica.”

The boy’s gaze cut to the laptop. “You’ve tried already, haven’t you?”

Ben’s deduction impressed and bummed Mike. Apparently, the younger man wasn’t as naïve as he acted. “Only to help Jasmine. How long can she continue like this? Get me a computer with Internet access. If you want, you can send the email. I’ll give you my friend’s address. I’ll tell you what to write. You can edit it.”

“So you can bring the cops here?”

“No.” His growl stabbed through the relative quiet. “If you edit the damn message and send it, how in the hell would that bring the cops here?”

Ben pulled out his right hand and held it up. As he talked, he uncurled his fingers, ticking off his answers. “IP addresses can be traced back to the user’s computer. You might be talking in code to your friend. Maybe you two have a system worked out where you use certain words to say you’re in danger. Locate this person might mean one thing to me and I’m in trouble, help me, to her.”

Good God. This kid watched too many CSI programs. “Then let’s go back to my first request for a disposable cell. That can’t be traced even if my friend and I use code.”

“What’s her full name?”

Annoyed, Mike threw up his hands. The cuffed one flew back, banging his knuckles into the nightstand. His nostrils flattened with the pain. Shit. “Why in the fuck do you need her full name?”

“I want to research her on the Internet before I do anything. Maybe she’s not a Fed. Maybe she’s one of your former witnesses, a Mafia princess or a hit man who owes you a favor.”

Mike hissed, “Are you serious?”

Ben’s eyes narrowed, making him look a few months older. “What is your friend’s name?”

Jesus.

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