Eva’s head and her heart and her lungs until she wasn’t sure she could breathe.
“Do you need to sit down?” Detective Black touched her elbow, his dark blue eyes staring straight into hers.
“I need to find my son.” The words stuck in her throat, caught on the roof of her mouth, and she didn’t know if they even made a sound when they escaped through her lips.
“I’m going to help you do that. I promise. But I need to know if there’s some reason why you were careful to keep your doors and windows locked. Someone you were afraid of.” His voice was warm and smooth as honey straight from the hive, and Eva might actually believe every word he was saying if she weren’t so terrified.
“My parents were killed two years ago, but it had nothing to do with me or my son.”
“The killer was caught?”
“No.”
“Is it possible—”
“It’s not possible!” She nearly shouted, and Detective Black frowned. “I was estranged from my father when the murders occurred. There’s no connection between my life now and what happened to my parents.” She tried again. Tried to sound reasonable and responsible because she was afraid if she didn’t, the detective would linger in Brady’s room for hours instead of going to look for him.
“Is Brady’s father around?” He leaned out the window without touching it, eyeing the packed earth beneath.
Did he see anything there?
She wanted to ask, wanted to beg him to get his dog and go after her son, wanted to go after Brady herself, run into the darkness and scream his name over and over again until she found him.
“No,” she answered a little too sharply, and Detective Black raised a raven-black eyebrow.
“You’re not on good terms?”
“We’re not on any terms.”
“When was the last time you and Brady saw him?”
“Brady has never seen him,” she retorted. “The last time I saw Rick was six months before my son was born.”
“Have you spoken to him on th—”
“I haven’t had any contact with him since the day I told him I was pregnant. He’s not in my life. He’s not in Brady’s life. He didn’t want to be. He was married, okay? He and his wife moved to Las Vegas two months before Brady’s birth. That’s it. The whole story.” She’d been nineteen and foolish enough to believe every lie Rick had told. It didn’t hurt like it used to, but admitting it to the detective still made her blush.
“Is there anyone else? A boyfriend? Fiancé?”
“No. Just me and Brady. That’s all there’s ever been.” She swallowed hard and turned away. Holding back tears because crying wouldn’t solve her problems. Wouldn’t help her son.
“When did you last see Brady?”
“I checked on him at midnight. Right before I went to bed. He was sleeping.”
“You went to bed after that?”
“Yes! I went to bed. I fell asleep. I thought I heard Brady call for me, and I went to his room. He was gone. Now, will you please go find him?”
“I will. A soon as—”
The doorbell rang and Eva jumped, her heart soaring with wild hope.
Brady.
Please, God, let it be him.
She shoved past Detective Black, not caring about niceties. Not caring about anything but getting to the door, opening it, seeing Brady’s face.
Only it wasn’t him.
Her heart sank as she looked into the eyes of a uniformed officer.
“Ms. Billows? I’m Officer Desmond Cunningham. We have a report of a missing child?”
“My son. There’s already a detective here.”
“He’s with our K-9 Unit. He’ll start searching for your son while I interview you.”
Thank You, God. Thank You, thank You, thank You.
She stepped back so he could enter the house, wishing she’d had time to straighten up the living room, put the sofa cover over her threadbare couch. A twenty-dollar Goodwill find that worked fine for her and Brady but wasn’t great for company.
Such a silly thing to think about.
Such a stupid thing when her son was missing.
She pressed a hand to her stomach, sick with dread and fear.
“He’s been gone for twenty minutes already,” she said, the horror of the words filling her mouth with the coppery taste of blood.
“It takes a little time to get a search team mobilized, ma’am, but we’ll have plenty of people out here before you know it.” Officer Cunningham offered a reassuring smile, his dark eyes filled with sympathy.
Seeing it there in the depth of his gaze was too difficult, made the tears she’d been holding back too tempting. She turned away, met Detective Black’s steady gaze.
Deep blue. Bottomless. Unreadable.
“Were you home this afternoon, Eva?” he asked, and she shook her head because she wasn’t sure she could speak without tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Was Brady?”
“He was with his babysitter. Mrs. Daphne lives two doors down,” she managed to say past the lump in her throat.
“Is that close to Slade McNeal’s place?” he asked.
And odd question, but she’d answer whatever he asked if it meant getting him outside searching for Brady.
“Yes.”
Detective Black and Officer Cunningham exchanged a look she couldn’t read. One that excluded her, made her even more terrified than she already was.
“What’s going on?”
“Captain McNeal’s father was attacked today. His dog, Rio, was stolen. The person responsible is still on the loose.”
“What does that have to do with Brady?” she asked, but she knew, the cold icy feeling in her heart making her shake.
“It’s going to be okay.” Detective Black walked across the room and opened the front door. “I’m going to get Justice. Eva, if you want to get a photo of your son and an article of his clothing. Something that he wore today, preferably. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She ran into Brady’s room, trying not to think about Slade’s father, his missing K-9 partner. Trying not to think about
