Collateral Damage by Lynette Eason

Author:Lynette Eason
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense;Mystery fiction;FIC042060;FIC042040;FIC027110
ISBN: 9781493421046
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2019-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

Victor followed Buzz around to the back of the house. Most homeowners were conscientious about locking their front doors. Sometimes they left the back door open. He waited while Buzz tried it.

“Locked,” Buzz whispered.

“Yeah, guess she’s more careful because of the kids.”

“Or she watched the news before she went to bed,” the man muttered. “Nothing but home invasions and shootings. Even I check my locks before I go to sleep.”

“Shut up and find a way in.”

One by one they tried the windows. All locked. “Going to have to break one,” Buzz said.

“Do the one in the kitchen then. It’s farthest away from her bedroom.”

“All the tools in the world and you don’t have a glass cutter?”

“Just do this, okay?”

“So, does she need to die?” Buzz asked. “I’m okay killing her, but I’m not killing kids.”

Victor had no desire to kill kids either. Hopefully, they’d sleep through the whole thing, but if not . . . “I guess it depends on how cooperative she is.”

“Yeah.”

Buzz pulled his fist back into his sleeve and gave the glass pane over the doorknob a firm tap. It fell to the tile floor and shattered. He reached through the hole and unlocked the dead bolt, then the knob. Victor stepped around the man and slipped inside. If Miranda heard the glass shatter and came to investigate, he wanted to be able to grab her before she could do something stupid like start screaming and alert her neighbors.

But no sound came from the back of the house. He swept the flashlight around the kitchen and noted the sink full of dishes and the laundry piled high in the corner next to a closed door he assumed hid the washer and dryer. Toys lay scattered over every surface. All signs of a grieving woman too overwhelmed to do anything except survive and make it to the next day. Too bad Michaels’s family had to suffer for his actions. But . . . not his problem.

Buzz nodded toward the bedrooms, and Victor fell in behind the man. He didn’t bother pulling his weapon. Two men in ski masks would be terrifying for the young mother. He paused. Then again, she had two children she’d probably fight to the death for. He pulled the gun.

Buzz peered in the first room on the left. “Kid,” he whispered. Second room was the baby’s. The room across the hall had to be the master. The door was cracked. Buzz nudged it with his elbow and it opened on silent hinges.

Victor could see Miranda in the bed. He turned to Buzz and motioned for the man to stand outside the room. “Cover the kids, we may need to use them.” He kept his voice low, almost nonexistent, but the woman gasped and sat up.

Victor strode to her side and placed the gun against her chin. She froze, eyes wide, fully awake and so scared he wondered if she’d be able to tell him anything. She trembled but didn’t make a sound. Probably afraid she’d wake her kids.

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