“So? What the fuck do I care? Bitch can rot.”
“But what if she knows where your son is?” Kiesha asked. “She can’t talk if she’s dead.”
Georgina sucked in a breath. She didn’t expect him to help and she had no clue what to do next.
“What the fuck does she need?”
“Food and water,” Georgina told him.
“Fucking bitches fucking up my fucking life.” He left, unfortunately locking the door behind him.
Georgina slumped onto the floor and felt Kiesha do the same next to her.
“I really hope I’m not sitting on the bones of people who were eaten by giant spiders,” Kiesha muttered.
“Pretty sure that would be uncomfortable to sit on.”
Kiesha snorted.
Then suddenly there was the noise of someone moving down the stairs. The door was open, allowing some light in as a bottle of water was thrown in along with a bag of cookies.
Okay, not ideal but better than nothing.
The door shut and the light was gone.
Kiesha whimpered. “Do you think that spiders like cookies?”
“Where’s the sheriff?”
Ed frowned as the deep voice reverberated through the building. He didn’t have time to deal with anything else right now. He was too busy trying to track down the missing women. They’d been gone over twelve hours now and there was no sign of them.
Jimmy had gone through the footage and found video of a big guy dressed all in black with a hood over his head hiding himself in the back of the truck. There had been just one shot of his face, but it was enough to identify him.
Saber Mason.
This asshole had been after Marisol. And Georgie and Kiesha had gotten caught up in it.
Where were they?
What was happening to them?
If they were hurt in any way . . .
“I demand to speak to him. I want to know where my sister is and he better have some answers considering it seems she’s been living with him!”
Sister? Shit! But he hadn’t called her brothers yet. He still had August’s number. He should have called. Had been gearing himself up for it.
“Um, Ed?” Jace appeared at his door.
“I heard, send them through.”
A tall, well-built man dressed in a suit stepped into the office. He was followed by five other men. They all formed a wall in front of him. All of them big. All of them well-dressed. And all of them frowning.
“I’m Sheriff Ed Granger,” he said. He didn’t stand. He hadn’t slept all night. And he wasn’t playing some sort of posturing game. “I take it that you’re Georgie’s brothers.”
“Georgie?” a female voice asked from behind them. “August, Sebastian, move.”
A thin woman dressed in a green skirt with matching blazer stepped forward. Her hair was swept back into a bun. Her face was largely unlined and perfectly made-up. It was like looking at an older Georgina. But without the life in her eyes. The smile. The cheekiness.