“Hey.” I tug on the hand I’m still holding. “Matt. Breathe.”
He gives a slow blink, his gaze sliding to me. I stroke my thumb over his hand, waiting until his gaze clears.
John removes Matt’s hand from his shirt and takes a step back. He’s composed but his face is a bit pale. “Great. Now let’s see what we know so far.” He pats the front of his shirt. “Mrs. Garcia saw this person with the children walk that way.” He points to a side street. “The children seemed to be going with him willingly, so there is the possibility it was someone they know. However, the time frame fits.”
“And it’s the only lead we have,” another cop says, some anger lingering in the gaze she directs at Matt.
The anger is lost on him.
“So let’s go.” Matt pulls on my hand and starts the way John indicated.
“We’ve sent Jamie that way to ask more neighbors. Meanwhile, we continue searching the area around the house, in case they—”
Matt drags me back to John and gets in his face. Since he’s a head taller and double the width of John, this is kinda funny.
Would have been, under any other circumstances.
“My kids were taken,” Matt growls, his face tight with fury, his eyes blazing. “I bet your ass Cole was taken that first time, too, but you didn’t put two and two together. Get your men moving, Johnny boy, or I’ll fuck up that pretty face of yours.”
John’s face goes red. “Watch yourself, Hansen.”
I tug again on Matt’s hand, hoping to get through, but he turns around again and starts in the direction of our first lead, dragging me along.
I’m glad he is. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, even if he does end up in jail for insulting and manhandling an officer of the law.
Behind us John is shouting orders and radios crackle. I don’t know where we’re heading or what we’re looking for. I’m glad when John catches up with us, despite his dark scowl.
“Jamie says he found something.” He stares straight ahead as he says, “It’s a stuffed animal. A rabbit.”
“Hook,” I say. “Cole’s rabbit.”
Matt suddenly stops in his tracks, and I stumble to a halt beside him. “What aren’t you saying? Spit it out.”
John grimaces. “It has blood on it.”
Holy crap. My stomach drops to my feet. “Oh no…”
“Where?” Matt grinds out, his jaw clenched so tight it’s a miracle the words come out.
“Come with me.”
The bloodied stuffed rabbit is lying on the sidewalk outside what looks like an abandoned house. The yard is overgrown with weeds. The paint is peeling off the walls.
Matt stares at the rabbit, then at the house. I can almost see the thoughts whirring inside his head.
Really? Could it be so easy?
John motions for the two cops that have materialized by his side to lead the way to the house. They have their guns drawn, pointing forward, and dear God, this is really happening.
Matt and I, we walk after them. His grip on my hand is crushing, but I don’t care. He seems to have trouble breathing again. Looks like an anxiety attack. A kid in my school had that. I want to ask him about it, if he’s seen a doctor, if he has any medicine for it.
But not now.
John motions for us to stay back, but of course we don’t, and he doesn’t try to stop us. The two cops are looking into the house through the windows, moving toward the back.
We follow, our steps crunching on leaves and weeds, John glancing back at us from time to time, frowning but not saying a thing.
The back door is open, and we go in. Matt’s hand is burning mine, sweat is slicking our palms, but we hold on to each other as we step into the dark, quiet house.
Sounds come from the dimness inside, and John is standing at an open door, talking to someone. “Are they okay?” he’s saying.
And suddenly Matt lets go of my hand, pushes John to the side and runs through that door, vanishing in the dark.
“Hey!” John goes after him, and I’m right on his heels.
A staircase leading down.
A basement.
A bare bulb sways somewhere down, barely outlining the steps. I grip the bannister tightly as I go down, hearing Matt’s voice, and then a familiar wail.
Mary.
Oh my God. They’re here.
I hurtle down the rest of the staircase, and land in the middle of the strangest scene.
Three cops in a line, and Matt on his knees, bent over.
Then I realize he’s hugging his kids in his arms, Mary’s blond curls peeking over one shoulder, Cole’s dark hair barely visible over the other.
Without another thought, I rush to them, drop to my knees and hug them, too. Oh God. The kids are okay. They weren’t harmed.
Even as I hug them, relieved beyond words to feel their small bodies in the circle of my arms, somewhere in the back of my mind, the doubt returns.
This was easy.
Too easy.
So what does it mean?
The cops search the house top to bottom looking for clues, for fingerprints, for any indication as to who the kidnapper was.
The kids are scared and not much help.
Cole is glued to his dad’s side, sucking on his thumb.
Mary sniffles, wedged between Matt and myself. At first, she refuses to speak, then she reconsiders.
“He said grandma was here,” she whispers, and the sadness in her small voice breaks my heart. “That she wanted to see us.”
Matt closes his eyes, pain etched in his features, and I know he’s blaming himself for not calling his mom again, for not giving the kids what they clearly need in their lives.
He’s so hard on himself. I put a hand on his shoulder, then lean in and kiss his cheekbone, over the beard.
John crouches down in front of us, his gaze on Mary. “Was his hair blond or brown, Mary?”
But she shakes her head. “He was wearing a hood.”
Matt curses under his breath.
“He didn’t tell you his name?” John presses. “Or anything else?”
“He took Cole’s rabbit.” Her lower lip trembles. “Said to kiss it goodbye.”
Matt is shaking. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glittering. He’s furious, and he looks like he’s about to explode.
“You’d better catch the cunt who did this,” he finally manages. “If I get to him first, I don’t know what will happen.”
“Calm down, Hansen.” John stands up, nods at his men. “We’ll catch him. Until then, you’ll have a guard outside your house and police patrolling, so you and your kids will be safe.”
“That bastard has been inside my house. He’s written in one of my kids’ drawing books. He has managed to disable the security cameras and sneak my kids out while I was right there. You’d better post your goddamn best men, Johnny.”
“I will,” John replies, not rising to the bait.
Matt gives a tight nod, clearly not trusting the police to do anything right, obviously shaken. We’re all shaken, and it’s a relief to grab the kids and make our slow way out. More cops are waiting outside, and they flank us as we make our way back to Matt’s house.