Author: S.T. Abby
Category: Young Adult
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Chapter 1
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
—William Shakespeare
LOGAN
“I don’t understand why he let her go. It clashes severely with his profile,” I tell Craig as we pull up to the police station. “A sexual sadist who has been on a killing spree doesn’t just release a victim.”
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“I don’t know either. The girl is so traumatized that she wouldn’t let them bring her to us. She said we had to come here, and she’d only talk to you. Her father hasn’t even been allowed in yet. She said she couldn’t speak to him until she spoke to you.”
Confused, I walk quickly into the police station, leaving the introductions to Craig. Why leave her in this town? Why let her go at all?
A thousand questions are flitting through my mind as I walk into the room they’re holding her in. She’s shaking, her eyes wide and panicked, and a blanket is draped around her.
Three men and one woman are in there, all of them giving her a wide berth. She’s terrified, understandably so, and has most likely already had several panic attacks if someone got too close.
“I’m Supervisory Special Agent Bennett,” I say softly, trying to keep my tone warm and non-imposing.
Her eyes dart to mine, and immediately she starts sobbing. Everyone looks as confused as me.
“He…told…me…to contact you…just you,” she says through her sobs. “He said I couldn’t show anyone until…you…No one but you.”
I’m at a loss, carefully taking a step forward.
“Show me what, Erica?” I ask her, gingerly crouching in front of her, making myself appear smaller, less threatening.
“This,” she says, moving the blanket and tugging up her skirt to reveal her inner thigh that is bandaged. Blood has seeped through the bandage, and I look at the female officer closest to me.
“She wouldn’t let us check her. She refused until you arrived,” she says, answering my silent question.
Erica tears at the bandage, pulling it off, and I see the words he’s carved into her skin.
HER SAFE.
There’s even a period.
It makes no sense at all.
“Did he tell you where he was going?” I ask her.
She’s a sobbing mess, shaking her head. “He said he’d kill me if I didn’t follow his orders. Said he’d come back for me. He took me once; he could take me again. Told me to follow his orders precisely, and he’d let me live.”
“And he ordered you to show me this?” I ask, still trying to follow her.
“Yes. To get you here and show you this. That’s all I had to do, and he’d let me live.”
She’s crying so hard that it’s hard to understand her words, but I think I understand her well enough to spare her more questions. She’s not fit to be interviewed right now.
He’s shattered her.
“Can I see my father now?” she sobs. “I did what I was told to do. I did it right,” she cries.
“Of course, Erica,” I tell her.
We still haven’t figured out how to charge her father for what he did. He’s been temporarily released just for this.
I gesture with my head to let him in, and they open the door. Seconds later, the broken shell of man runs in, and he grabs his daughter who cries out. I turn and let them have a moment as she sobs into his chest.
“Her safe,” I tell Craig as I walk out.
“The rest of the message maybe? You can’t,” he says, pulling up a picture on his iPad of the judge’s wife he strung from a building. “Keep,” he goes on, pulling up the photo of Lisa’s arm. “Her safe,” he says, looking at me.
Donny is standing with him, and he shakes his head. “But Erica is with us. Is he saying we can’t keep her safe now that we have her? Maybe notching up his game?”
An icy wave washes over me.
“Logan Bennett, you can’t keep her safe. He carved my name into that body with the first part of the message.”
Their eyes all widen, and I panic, juggling my phone free. Lana’s phone goes straight to voicemail, and I curse, calling the patrol car assigned to her house tonight.
“SSA Bennett, how can I—”
“Where’s Lana? Do you have eyes on her house right now?”
“No…um…sorry, sir. I thought someone told you. We were pulled off to go help find the kids that other sicko buried.”
My stomach twists like a knife in me, and I hang up, frantically dialing Duke.
“Detective Du—”
“Tell me you’re with Lana right now,” I snap.
“No…I thought she was with you. Didn’t I see her back at your headquarters?”