“You don’t know—” Paul began behind him.
Anthony rounded on him and froze him with a glare. If it hadn’t been for Paul, then Walker wouldn’t have gotten away. Anthony would have killed the bastard.
Lauren would be safe.
Anthony returned to his call. “He was driving an old-model sedan, one with a busted taillight on the right. The car’s color looked dark.” His words were tumbling out quickly as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. “Get that car. Stop that car.” Then he ended the call. His fingers clenched around the phone, nearly smashing it to pieces. “You’re not f**king in charge anymore, Voyt,” he snarled.
Paul clenched his fists. “I’m the lead detective here, I—”
“Lauren is a district attorney, a person of special interest in the Walker case, and she’s mine.” Guttural. “She’s my responsibility from here on out. I’m getting her back.” He grabbed the guy because he couldn’t control his rage. “And if you ever get in my way again, I’ll f**king shoot through you.”
Under the moonlight, he could see Paul’s glare. Was he supposed to give a shit about it? He’s been warned. I will shoot his ass.
Anthony tossed him aside. As much as he wanted to chase after the car on foot, it wouldn’t do him any good. He’d never be fast enough. So he raced back through the woods to Lynch’s house.
Lynch…
At the station, he’d seen a grainy photo of Lynch, courtesy of the DMV. DMV. He’d scanned the photo and also learned that…shit, the guy was registered to drive a ’92 Oldsmobile sedan.
Anthony shoved his way through the last of the bushes and was back at Lynch’s house. One cop was bent near the fallen officer as another shoved Lynch into the patrol car. Anthony locked his gaze on Lynch. The guy was sobbing. He’d give Lynch something to sob about.
Anthony yanked the cop out of his way. In the distance, he heard the shriek of a siren. Still faint and too far away, but coming.
He grabbed Lynch. His hands fisted in the material of Lynch’s shirt. “You gave the bastard your car.”
Lynch nodded miserably. His gaze was on the ground.
“You lured us into that house so he could get her.” He wanted to rip the guy apart. Lynch had been screaming, yelling so loudly. Had Lauren been outside, crying for help then? And they hadn’t heard her over Lynch’s screams? “Why?”
Paul moved behind Anthony then. Anthony heard the detective speaking into his phone and ordering an APB on Lynch’s car.
“He has Helen!” Lynch whispered as his gaze lifted. “You have to understand. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Helen’s his ex-wife,” Paul muttered as he stalked closer. Then his voice rose as he snapped into his phone, “Yes, dammit, a ninety-two sedan! Stop the car and approach it with extreme caution because we think the DA is his prisoner.”
“I still love her,” Lynch said, swallowing thickly. “I couldn’t let Helen die.”
The wounded cop on the ground was gasping for air. Anthony hauled Lynch toward him. “But you could let that guy die?”
The uniform next to the fallen man looked up, the pain clear on his face in the weak moonlight. “McHenry’s got a wife, a baby on the way…”
“I’m sorry!” Lynch cried. “So sorry!”
“Fuck sorry,” Anthony said. Sorry wouldn’t change anything. He was trying not to picture Lauren at that moment. Trying so hard not to imagine her fear, but—
A killer had taken him as a hostage once, too. Anthony had been tied up and left to die. He’d been so sure death would come for him. Hope had bled away, moment by moment.
He didn’t want Lauren to feel the same way he had.
But while the Valentine Killer had toyed with him, the guy hadn’t tortured Anthony with his knife.
The Bayou Butcher was all about torture.
“Tell us every damn thing you know about Walker,” he snarled as the rage threatened to burst free. “Where the hell is he going?”
“I don’t know anything!”
Anthony’s back teeth ground together. “He told you that if you pulled us in, you’d get your wife back.”
A miserable nod. The shrieks from the ambulance were closer now. “I’m sorry about the cop. I didn’t think…”
No, he f**king hadn’t. If he had, he would have gone to the authorities for help and they could have sprung a trap on Walker.
“How were you getting Helen back? Where were you supposed to go?”
Lynch’s tongue swiped over his lips. “The old fishing pier on Rattlesnake Bayou. He said to go there at dawn.”
The ambulance was pulling onto the road. The flashing lights lit up the scene. Anthony shoved Lynch away. “Take him to the station,” he ordered to the other cop. “Stay with him. Don’t let the bastard out of your sight!”
“I’m sorry!” Lynch cried out. “I didn’t have a choice!”
Same damn song. The guy didn’t even know what sorry was, not yet. If Anthony didn’t get Lauren back, he’d make sure the guy knew.
He jumped into his SUV. Revved the engine.
Paul yanked open the passenger side door. “You aren’t going without me!”
Anthony wasn’t wasting time arguing. He wheeled the vehicle to the left and headed as fast as he could for the old highway.
Her head hurt like a bitch. Something wet and sticky was in her left eye. She reached up her hand—blood. Her blood.
Darkness surrounded her. The kind of thick, total darkness that made her think of tombs and death.
The Bayou Butcher has me.
A scream built in her throat and burst from her, but the scream didn’t do any good. She could tell that the car was moving. There was a grinding sound, like wheels, and she was bumping every few moments.
Lauren lifted her hands and her fingers pressed into a hard surface, one just inches from her face. The trunk. He put me in a trunk.
He’d put her in the trunk, and now he was trying to take her someplace. He hadn’t killed her at the scene, the way he’d done to poor Officer McHenry. Walker had taken her.
So he could play with her.
She wasn’t in the mood to be his plaything.
Lauren twisted her body, shaking and maneuvering so that she could try to search the area for some kind of tool. Her fingers fumbled in the dark. At least he hadn’t tied her hands—that would make it easier for her to escape or to fight back. Her nails shoved into the trunk’s walls, but she kept searching. The drumming of her heartbeat filled her ears. She was so afraid that, at any moment, the vehicle would stop and Walker would come for her.