And again.
“Come on, come on.”
Connor’s stomach lurched violently as Derek took a sharp turn off of Lake Shore Drive toward the water. Diversey Harbor, the sign said. Police personnel fanned the expressway about a mile behind them, but he and Derek were closing in on the van. An off-duty cop had spotted the van seconds after the BOLO had gone out and followed. The cop’s voice buzzed though the radio on Derek’s dashboard, steadily updating them on the van’s progress toward the harbor.
A throbbing had started behind his eyes, matching his wild pulse. If he let himself picture the scenario in which Erin’s stepfather required a body of water, he wouldn’t hold it together, so he closed his eyes and tried like hell to breathe. Told himself that as soon as this car stopped, he would find her and hold her. Tell her how sorry he was for letting this happen. He had to believe he’d be given that chance.
The chill of metal against Connor’s arm had his eyes opening. In the driver’s seat, Derek held out a gun to him without comment and he took it gratefully, holstering it beneath his jacket. At the end of the expressway off-ramp, Derek took a hairpin turn and slammed on the brakes just beneath the overpass.
Connor looked upon his worst nightmare.
The white van was parked at the very edge of the water, doors flung open. A man Connor assumed to be the off-duty cop had his gun aimed at Luther. Luther, pointing a gun back at the officer, had his foot propped on the side of a cage, as if he were in the process of shoving it into the water. Erin was inside that cage. Alive, thank Christ. But in a fucking cage.
Rage leached his body of reason. Flashes of light compromised his vision as he threw himself from the van and raised his gun. Don’t look at her. He couldn’t look at her or he would lose it. Her fear would rip him wide open.
The only thing that kept Connor from firing his weapon at that moment was her stepfather’s obvious panic and Erin’s proximity to the water. One wrong move and she would be sinking to the bottom in a tiny prison. Surrounded by pitch black. That image socked him in the gut and it took him a moment to inhale through the denial of such an outcome. The off-duty cop demanded Luther drop his weapon, but had no luck. His foot inched the cage closer to the water.
“Don’t do it. You’ll be dead before she hits the water,” Connor rasped, slowly moving closer, once again fighting the need to reassure Erin. “Or you give us Erin and we give you what you want in return. Seems like a pretty easy choice to me.”
“You must think I’m an idiot, trying to talk me down like an average perp,” Luther sneered. “Don’t insult my intelligence. I’ll never see that money now, so I might as well give her what she has coming.”
Terror turned his blood to ice. Don’t talk about what she deserves, he wanted to shout, but forced himself to keep a level head. “You willing to die for that?”
Beginning to look indecisive, Luther glanced down at the cage and Connor couldn’t help it any longer. He made eye contact with Erin and almost fell to his knees. She was…serene. Like she’d already accepted what was going to happen. There were tears in her eyes, but love crowded them out. Love for him.
When he spoke again, his voice wavered slightly. “The one who wronged you is dead. You’re taking it out on the wrong person. But you can make it right if you just give her back to me now. Get in your car and drive away.”
Everything happened so fast. Too fast. Erin’s stepfather’s foot slipped off the cage, edging it closer to the water. Connor, Derek, and the off-duty cop raised their guns, causing Luther to jerk his weapon back up defensively and fire off a round. Connor didn’t wait for any more encouragement, but unloaded his weapon at the same time as Derek.
Just as the cage…and Erin…went flying backward into the water.
“Noooo!”
Ah, fuck.