Meredith was staring at her daughters, her eyes wide, chin trembling.It was clear she hadn’t expected to see them.
“We need your help,” Decker said, glaring at Brantley.
“With?”
Decker stepped forward, ignoring Meredith’s tears as she continued to look at Jessie and Kylie.
“Cicily Rose,” he said simply.
The name was familiar, but it took a second for Brantley to place it.That was the name on the back of the photograph Atticus had found in Decker’s trailer.
“What about her?”
Meredith turned to look at him.“He’s got her.”
Brantley frowned.“Who’s got her?”
Decker swallowed hard.“Martin Calloway.”
Meredith moved closer to Decker.He took a step to the side, as though he didn’t want her too close.
“Who is she?”Travis asked.
It seemed difficult for Decker to form words, but he took a deep breath and finally said.“She’s my daughter—”
“Ourdaughter,” Meredith corrected.
“—and that bastard took her.”
“You have to find her,” Meredith pleaded.
For the first time since Brantley met Decker Bromwell, he saw something other than arrogance or indifference.He saw absolute terror.
“How long has he had her?”Reese asked.
“A week and a half.”
Brantley frowned.“And you’re just tellin’ us now?”
“He threatened to kill her if we didn’t back off.”
Confused, Brantley looked at Reese.This was the first they were hearing about it?
Reese shrugged, clearly out of the loop as well.
“Will you find her?”Meredith asked.
“Of course they will,” Kylie said, stepping forward.
Brantley glanced over at her.
“That would make her their sister,” Reese noted softly.
Yeah.It would.
“Please, Brantley,” Kylie pleaded, the fear in her eyes real.
He nodded, then looked at Decker.“Yeah.We’ll help.”
