A Cry in the Dark (Carly Moore #1) - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,95
emotions they conveyed. Gentleness and strength. What was Wyatt’s role in the boy’s life? Did he know more about what had happened to Seth than he was letting on? Would he help me find justice for him?
I started searching through Seth’s bedside table and his dresser, looking for anything that could help me figure out what Seth had found and where he’d hidden it. My biggest dilemma was that I had no idea what I was looking for, and I couldn’t help wondering how much of the mess was Seth’s and how much was from the sheriff’s deputies.
I sat on the floor and started to sift through the stuff I’d had to carefully step over just to make my way into the room. There were quite a few dirty clothes, and I searched pockets until I found a folded piece of paper tucked in the deep corner of an old pair of jeans. I pulled it out and carefully opened it, revealing a handwritten website address: eyecam.com
My heart started racing. Was this the site Seth had used to store the camera footage?
This felt huge, but I had no idea what to do with it. Even if I’d found the access code, I still didn’t have the login information. My best bet was to keep searching his things for any clues.
I spent the next half hour going through the piles on the floor, folding the clothes and sorting the other items into smaller piles. A search of the closet didn’t reveal anything else, and the walls in the closet seemed secure, so I doubted Seth had hidden a stash of drugs or a paper with his login info in some hidden hidey-hole.
Frustrated and exhausted, I changed into pajamas and lay down in bed, planning what to do next. I could check outside tomorrow. Maybe I’d find something in the detached garage. Feeling better that I had a plan even though I knew it was likely a long shot, I turned off the light hoping I fell asleep quickly. I needed my rest.
I had a lot of investigating to do tomorrow.
Chapter Twenty-One
I woke to the sound of breaking glass.
At first the sound insinuated itself into my dream—Jake started smashing the crystal we’d gotten for wedding gifts with a golf club. But a grunt shook me free of sleep. I sat up in bed abruptly. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight streaming through the partially obscured window.
Partially obscured because someone was climbing through it.
By the time I was awake enough to react, the intruder had already climbed inside.
Running purely on instinct and adrenaline, I grabbed the table lamp and smashed it on the intruder’s head.
He seemed momentarily dazed, so I lunged toward the end of the bed where I’d left my purse next to my suitcase.
I didn’t make it. The intruder leapt for me, knocking me onto the floor and landing on top of me.
“Wyatt!” I screamed. “Wyatt!”
The intruder rolled me over onto my back and straddled my chest as he hit my cheek with an open hand. A flash of pain followed, but I realized that he’d held back. I took small comfort in the fact that he wore a ski mask. Maybe he didn’t plan on killing me after all. The fact that he hadn’t tried to knock me out meant he needed me coherent.
He slapped a hand over my mouth and nose and pressed hard. “Shut up or I’ll smother you to death.”
I recognized the voice. This was one of the men who had killed Seth.
Terror snaked through my head and I saw spots. Instinct told me to fight, but he was sitting on my prone body, in the few feet between the bed and the wall. Even if I tried to throw him off, there was nowhere to throw him off to.
I went totally still, and the masked man said, “Good girl. Follow my instructions and I’ll let you live. If you scream, I’ll make it painful for you. Do you understand?”
I slowly nodded, desperate to take in a breath. My pulse pounded in my head.
My purse was only about a foot to the left of my head, next to the wall. If I could reach the gun…
He removed his hand, and I gulped in air but remained silent.
“Good.” He lifted his weight off me and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my knees as he stood. “Now you’re gonna bring me to the stash.”