Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Doesn’t look like there’s much father-daughter love there,” Kellan said.
“You think so?” Eli asked. “I mean, it’s hard to tell off a short bit of footage.”
“What do you think she was doing on the outskirts of Haven?” Kellan asked. “Why would she come here?”
“Maybe she’s passing through. Who knows?”
Kellan wanted to know. And he didn’t like the surge of curiosity he felt. He didn’t want to think about that girl or what she was doing or why she didn’t want to be around her father.
Had he hurt her?
None of your business. She’s not your problem.
“Let’s go,” Kellan said. “This has nothing to do with us.”
But the problem was that Kellan liked nothing more than to solve a mystery and he knew this would eat away at him.
They headed out of the hotel and started running through the streets of Haven. There were more people here because of the rodeo the next town over.
He didn’t like that.
Of course he didn’t like when it was quiet either.
“Stop scowling so much, everyone is going to think you’re in a bad mood,” Eli told him.
“I’m always in a bad mood. And I don’t care what they think.”
Eli sighed as they headed down a side street. He had to get away from all of these people. They were doing his head in.
“Kellan, not this way,” Eli said, slowing down.
Kellan glanced around and blanched, seeing where he was. Shit. He hadn’t meant to come down this road.
To that fucking house.
He took a deep breath. He hated that fucking place. Last thing he wanted was to go near it. Turning, he headed back toward the town. This time, he paid more attention to his surroundings.
Not paying attention was a dumb, rookie move that could get him killed.
Worse. It might get his brother killed.
And anyone who claimed that Haven was a safe place where nothing bad ever happened . . . they were deluding themselves.
Plenty of shit went down in this small town.
He took a different route back to the hotel, cutting through a small park with a few pieces of playground equipment and a toilet. He came to a stop as he saw a familiar cherry red car in the parking lot.
“That’s her car,” Eli said, coming to a stop next to him.
Kellan nodded.
Eli glanced around. “Why would she be here? It’s nearly eleven at night.” Eli started striding toward the car and Kellan grabbed hold of his arm.
Eli stilled, looking over at him in question.
“Not our problem,” Kellan told him.
It was bizarre but he had the thought that if Eli went over there that this moment would signal a change in their lives. And he didn’t think he was ready for that.
Actually, he knew he wasn’t.
“She’s in a public park at night,” Eli pointed out. “That’s not fucking safe.”
“Still nothing to do with us.”
“What if she’s doing something illegal?” Eli said.
Kellan shot him a look. “Call the cops.”
Eli put his hands on his hips. “We are the cops.”
“We’re FBI agents. Someone parking their car in a public area at night doesn’t mean they’re doing something illegal. We have no right to go over there and demand to know what she’s doing.”
“Are you forgetting where we are? Women aren’t allowed to put themselves in danger in Haven. And if we see a woman doing that then we are obligated to do something about it.”
“We don’t live here. She’s not ours to take care of. And if you think she’s really in trouble, call Jake.”
Eli stared at him for a long moment. Kellan thought he was actually going to listen to him. Then he shook his head and strode toward the car.
For fuck’s sake.
Kellan could leave. Just walk away. But he’d never leave Eli.
Just because the girl seemed harmless didn’t mean that she wasn’t up to something. So he’d back Eli up. And make sure she didn’t try to put anything over on him.
Eli walked slowly up to the car. Thankfully, there was plenty of lighting in this park. Was she inside? Had she parked and gone for a walk?
But why?
What was she doing in Haven?
Kellan shook those questions out of his head. Not his problem.
Eli peered into the backseat of the car and an earth-chilling scream filled the air.
Fuck! What happened?
Kellan raced over to the small car, peering into the window on the other side of the car. But he couldn’t see much except that someone was moving around.
“The doors are locked!” Eli yelled. “Do you think she’s being attacked?”
“Help! Help me!” she screamed.
Fuck.
“I’m going to break a window!” Eli said.
Kellan gaped at him. Break the window? What was wrong with him?
“Stop,” Kellan snapped as Eli picked up a large rock.
“What? Something is wrong with her!” Eli said, sounding desperate.
“FBI!” Kellan yelled. “Come out with your hands in front of you where I can see them.”
He could feel Eli glaring at him as he drew out his gun. Yeah, he ran with his gun strapped to his back under his T-shirt.