“You keep doubting him.”
“You’re wrong. It’s not just him I don’t trust. It’s me.” He stopped walking and waited for me to explain. “Old habits die hard,” I simply said.
We couldn’t find any sign of life. Laurie, the girls, and even Robert were gone. “So what do we do now?” Just as I asked, we came to a door that we had missed. Dash pushed me back so he could enter first.
“Looks like the basement.”
We followed the old stairs down, and my eyes immediately landed on the form sprawled at the bottom.
“Fuck!” Dash rushed over to her and gently flipped her over. We both cringed at the sight of a needle stuck in her arm. He carefully lifted the needle and looked around for somewhere to dispose of it. After tossing it into a nearby trash bin, he tried to shake her awake.”
“She’s sweating and her skin is hot. We need to get her under some water to cool her down.” He lifted her and rushed up the basement stairs, taking two at a time. I followed behind him until we reached the guest bathroom. He gently placed her in the tub while I yanked on the faucet. The shock of the cold water brought her back to life with a cry of pain. When she looked as if she would pass out again, I hit her with another blast of cold water.
“Robert, no. Please.”
“Laurie, it’s Lake Monroe. Where are the girls?”
Her eyes popped open at the sound of my voice. Her eyes shifted unfocused before landing on me.
“Lake?”
“What happened to you? Where are the girls?” I repeated. The silence of the house was haunting.
“Oh God. I think he took them. He took my little girls.” She shivered, and I wondered if it was just the cold water or the thought of him fleeing with her daughters.
“Why did you go to the police?”
“B—b—because he made me.”
“How did he find you?” Dash questioned.
“I went down to Cassie’s school to pick up her homework after she was suspended, and he was there, waiting. I never even saw him until it was too late. He made me take him to the girls and after, he beat and drugged me for two weeks until I just wanted to make it stop. He even started beating Cassie until I told him about Keiran and agreed to turn him in. Oh God, I just wanted it to stop. He hit her so hard. She begged for me to help her. What was I supposed to do?” she croaked.
I ignored her question and asked, “How did you end up in the basement unconscious?”
“After he made sure I gave the police enough information to have Keiran arrested, he locked me in the basement. The last thing I remember was him coming down here and shoving a needle in my arm.”
Dash met my gaze over her head as we shared the same thought.
This was all so fucked.
We helped her from the tub when she seemed stable, and Dash wrapped a towel around her.
“Did Keiran really confess to Mitch’s murder to you?”
“N—no. Greg told me everything I had to say.”
I shook my head as my mind filled with bitterness. “The one person who probably could have helped your daughters you put behind bars.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back.” She really looked as if she wished she could take it back.
“You can.” I bit the inside of my cheek in order to calm down. I didn’t want to traumatize her any more than she already was. I also remembered Keiran’s advice that if we wanted this woman to stay on our side, we’d need to finesse her.
“I thought your husband’s name was Robert?” Dash questioned before I could continue. “You said Greg told you everything to say.”
“Greg is Robert’s brother and a private investigator. Robert isn’t smart enough to deceive the cops.” She laughed humorlessly.
“Tell us about him.”
“Robert?”
“His brother,” Dash gritted. I knew he must have been drawing the same conclusion as I, but what could the odds have been?
“There’s not much to tell. He’s sort of a drifter. He used to do PI work with his partners until recently. They were murdered while on a case. Greg himself had been recovering from an attack.” She shuddered at the memory. “I don’t understand how anyone could want to hurt him. Greg’s always so kind and attentive.”
Dash and I shared another look as she went on about him.
There was something in her eyes when she talked about him. Each time she said his name, her eyes brightened and her voice softened.
“You’re in love with him.”
“I think it’s the worst kept secret, and I fear even Robert knows. He would never chance us being alone together and kept him away from our home whenever he could. Last week was the first time I’d seen him in a while.”
“Is there anything else you’re hiding?”
“Yes… Greg is Maddie’s father.”
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