“Breathe, Mya, he needs you. They found Kace. She is gone,” Jen is crying as she speaks, cringing to the echo of my man’s wails.
There is no processing this right now, there just isn’t. I feel shock, sorrow, and disappointment in myself for not being there when they arrived. I have so many questions, but I won’t ask for answers right now. Love will supersede the desire to know in a situation as foul as this.
“Okay, questions later,” I say, and sweep past her and everyone’s gaze, as I fall to my knees before him, taking his face in my hands.
“I’m here, babe. I have you,” I say, tears rushing down my cheeks as I kiss him on the head.
“She’s gone…” He croaks and curls into me, shielding himself from everyone but Asa and Noah.
I look up to everyone. “Can we have a minute please?” I look to my brother and Jen. “Take Deja to the other room and someone call Cordell so he can come be with her.”
Cal agrees. He and Jen help Deja from the room while CD goes through her purse looking for her phone.
I grab for Noah and Asa’s hands. “You two, stay.”
Noah and Asa both nod and stand stoic, unmoving as Sam tries to gather his bearings.
I see the items in the agent’s hands. They are filthy and tattered, almost unrecognizable. “Are you certain? Absolutely certain?” I ask with fire in my tone. I am in protection mode and willing to kill for this man in my arms.
Sam Senior looks at me with tears on his cheeks. “Yes, it’s Kace. These belong to her. We will be doing dental comparisons, but I believe with all my heart it is my granddaughter,” he looks to Sam as he squats in front of him. “I just know son, knew the minute I saw the grave.”
Sam nods, before standing slowly. His tears have stopped and I can see the change in him immediately. He has gone from devastated to wrath in a matter of seconds.
“Where the fuck is this Levi mother fucker?” he asks through tight thin lips. His breathing is rapid and I know he is pure anger right now. Noah tugs the back of my robe to pull me to him and Asa. I look over my shoulder with a fuck no, but his eyes tell me yes, or he will make me.
I willingly step back as Noah and Asa place me between them.
The doorbell rings and we all look at each other, none of us moving, until Samuel Senior goes to answer it.
“He is in confinement right now. We need the lab results to formally charge him.”
I watch Sam flex his fists. “And then?”
Samuel comes in with another man and a woman both dressed in suits with briefcases. “Sam, this is District Attorney, Christopher Kennel and Assistant District Attorney, Margaret Landry,” his dad states, as they both shake Sully’s hand.
“I am so sorry for your loss, Mr. Sullivan,” the DA says.
Sam barely shakes his hard. His movements are stiff as the assistant leaves to go talk with Deja. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
“Please, call me, Chris.”
“So? What do we do? How do we get this guy, Chris?” Sam has an edge in his voice that says if the DA doesn’t give the right answer, Sam might break his face.
“Well, your dad has some big connections with the force and the respect of the FBI. Mark and Ben have taken this case personal, as has the state of Washington. We can have definitive results within twenty-four hours and with that,” he looks to Sam a vengeful glint in his eyes, “Then, we get this son-of-a-bitch.”
