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THIRTY-SIX

Sawyer

“What do we do with her?” Abbey asks, stroking the girl’s hair.

The little critter drifted off as soon as we stepped foot out of Evan’s trailer. My guess is she hasn’t slept properly in days.

“I guess we try to find out who her parents are,” I say, wiping what’s left of the blood on my hands off on the legs of my jeans.

Gosh, that felt good . . . .

Yeah, it did.

“And him?” She jerks her head back to where Evan lies in a mangled heap on his kitchen floor.

It’s been a while since I’ve killed with my bare hands, nothing more. Feels fucking fantastic to know I still can. Weapons are great, guns are easy, but it takes a certain . . . finesse to know how to end a man with nothing but your fists.

“Someone will discover him when it starts to smell, or attract flies.”

“Aren’t you worried about evidence?” she whispers, pressing the kid’s head to her chest while she covers the little girl’s exposed ear with her hand.

I chuckle. “No. I’m wanted in three states already.”

“Well, that sorts that then.”

I reach out and take the kid from her grasp, seeing her struggle to keep the girl aloft. “How old is she?”

“Ask her,” Abbey says letting go.

I nod, letting her know I’ll get to it once we’re back to the bike. The three of us leave, nothing more said until I set the girl down on the seat of the Harley.

“What’s your name, sweet thing?”

She looks up to Abbey. My girl smiles back at her.

“Grace.”

“Well ain’t that a pretty name for a pretty girl?”

The kid’s face contorts and she reaches out for Abbey with a whimper.

“It’s okay,” Abbey explains. “She’ll just be wary of you because you’re a man.”

Well, shit.

Broken already . . . .

Makes me want to kill that fucker all over again, thinking what he must have done to the poor wee angel.

“Do you know your address, Grace?” Abbey strokes the girl’s hair as she talks.

The kid shakes her head.

“Your phone number?”

Shakes her head again.

Gee, this is going to be fun . . . .