In this six, Holden is *finally* about to go in the house where he believes the woman he loves is held by a killer. (I know this is taking forever — next week he’s *in*). He’s looking down from a second floor balcony.
Two marked cars had joined his and the other plain car, all congregated in the same section of road. From Holden’s vantage point, it was clear the other direction led to a cul-de-sac. There wasn’t enough room to drive between the houses, which made one thing evident: the only way (BLEEP) would leave the scene in a vehicle would be handcuffed in the back of a police car or strapped down in a fucking ambulance. Holden didn’t have a preference either way, but if (BLEEP) had so much as touched Julia, the coroner would have the honor of collecting the pieces.
Holden withdrew his gun from the holster and gestured toward the door for the benefit of his counterparts on the street. Then, steeling himself for the worst, he gripped the knob.
Only three more weeks with TIDE OF LIES! Stay tuned to find out how it ends … or not. *grin*
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