Fuck!
My phone buzzes in my pocket again, but I decide to check it this time just in case. On the screen are multiple notifications from my security system.
“What the fuck?” I whisper as I stand up and tap through the security clip icons on my screen. The hair on my neck stands up, and my gut twists.
“What?” Dunn asks as I watch Kinley waving up into the camera lense in her bra and boxers with my shirt tied around her foot.
Then I watch her climb the fence, her arms shaky and her face as red as a beet. She keeps looking toward the front of the house, and just as she gets over the fence, her head jerks and she hurries out of the range of the camera.
In another clip, Sanders walks up to my front door. He was just here twenty minutes ago.He went right to my house! Motherfucker!
“Fuck!” I look up at Dunn. “Something’s wrong at my house, the witness is injured, and it looks like Sanders is there.”
Where the fuck is Swan?
As I turn to leave, I toss the folder on his desk, and he says, “Take Corbett and Gomez with you.”
“Corbett!” I yell in his general direction as I’m jogging across the room to my desk.
He looks up from what he’s doing and lifts his eyebrows. “Yeah, boss.”
“Get units and an ambulance to my house now. I’m on my way there. I need you and Gomez to meet me there.”
As I grab my keys from my desk and run toward the stairs, I hear Dunn yelling something at me from his office door, but I ignore him and take the stairs two at a time with Corbett on my heels barking off orders on his phone. We run through the slow, fucking sliding doors at the front entrance of the building to our SUVs.
I didn’t realize it was possible for my heart to freeze and still beat at the same time. Getting a full breath as I break every traffic law in the book is not possible, and my imagination is running wild with scenarios of why she would be outside my house in her bra.
If he fucking touched her, I’m going to put a bullet between his eyes myself.
It only takes me ten minutes to get to my house with the lights on my car, but there are already two police cruisers in the street, and as I jump out of my SUV, I see them standing around something in my front doorway. Panic is squeezing my spine, and I take the front four steps two at a time.
Swan is lying on the floor, with a lot of blood around him, and one of the officers is holding his hand. Another officer turns to stop me. “This is my house.” I bark.
He looks down at my gun and badge and steps back.
The sound of sirens is getting closer, and I kneel next to Swan and lay my hand on his shoulder. He’s pale but conscious and able to focus on me. “Who did this to you,Swan?”
He takes a breath to speak but coughs. He and I both know that he has to give me this info now if he can. I lean closer to him so my ear is next to his mouth. It takes a moment, but he whispers, “Sanders.”
The ambulance pulls up in the driveway, and I squeeze his shoulder. “You’re going to be fine, the paramedics are here.” I look into his eyes, and he nods before I say, “I have to find Kinley.”
He tries to grab my wrist as I lean away from him, but he’s too weak for his fingers to grip. I look in his eyes again, and he mouths his wife’s name.
Nodding, I look over my shoulder at the paramedics lifting a gurney onto my porch. “Don’t worry, I’ll call Stef and take care of it. I’ve got to get out of the way so they can take care of you.”
He nods and relaxes as I stand up and rush down the hall to my bedroom. “Kinley!”
My bedroom door is hanging half off the hinges, he obviously broke through, and the window is open.What the fuck happened here?
I saw her in the backyard on the security feed, so I run to the back door and rip it open to go outside. Sweat immediately forms on my forehead and back from the heat. “Kinley!”
Squinting against the bright sun reflecting off the water, I walk around the pool and glance across the yard before I see two small bloody spots by the pool house on the hot as fuck concrete. She doesn’t have shoes here. When I grab the door to pull it open, it’s locked. I never lock this door.
“Kinley!” I slap my palm against the glass as I yell, and then cup my hands around my face to look into the room.
As I’m considering breaking the glass, the door to the bathroom opens, and she slowly walks out, soaking withsweat, in my boxers and her bra. Her hair is wet and sticking to her red face, and my t-shirt is around her foot, soaked in blood and leaving a footprint on the floor with each step.
Fuck!
