Greyson (The K9 Files) - Dale Mayer Page 0,36

look must have gotten his attention. She was fed up with his constant interruptions. “I don’t think you understand,” she said. “First, he’s not my ex-husband. Second, Greyson is a friend. And I don’t know too much about his military background, but this is what he does. And you can count on the fact that, now he’s gone down this pathway, he’s not likely to stop.”

At that, Officer Winston suddenly looked interested and not in a good way, “Can you give us more details about him?”

She provided Greyson’s name and phone number. “Beyond that you’ll have to find out what you need to know on your own,” she said. “And please don’t leave me alone again.”

“I’m not leaving you,” he said. “I’ll stand right here and make some phone calls.”

She sat inside the truck’s cab and watched as the cop walked back and forth several times. Her heart and mind still couldn’t quite function on the same page. She held Danny close in her arms, but the problem was that there was no reason for him to be sleeping at this point. She noted the bruise on his temple. That asshole had knocked out her child.

If the kidnapper had woken up Danny when taking him, and Danny didn’t recognize where he was, he would have started screaming. A blow to the head would have taken care of any noise coming out of a toddler like this instantly. She wanted to get Danny checked out, but she also didn’t want to leave Greyson. At the same time, she wanted to get a hell of a long way from here. Like mainland USA sounded about far enough away.

While she sat here, gently rocking her son, waiting for an ambulance to provide immediate medical attention, her phone rang. She glanced down to see Unknown Caller once more. “Hello?”

She couldn’t believe that this guy had been so brazen as to come right into her home and steal her son. It still didn’t feel like it had anything to do with her ex-husband. It didn’t make any sense that her ex-husband would do this, except for the threatening words from this guy. So, if it wasn’t her ex-husband, who else would it be? She stared down at the phone. Nobody had answered. She hung up, and then it rang again. She opened the window to the cop who was just getting off the phone.

She held out her phone and said, “This is one of the prank calls I’ve been getting for the last few weeks. Nobody ever speaks at the other end of phone.”

“Put it on Speaker, and answer it so I can hear,” the officer said.

She did just that. There was nothing on the other end. He looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged and said, “By the way, George, your tactics failed, and I have my son again.” There was a weird sound, as if somebody were shocked. “Yes, you asshole,” she snapped. “The fact that you even thought something like this was cool just means I’ll happily watch as the jail cell door slams in your face,” she roared. And it seemed that once she got going she couldn’t stop. “How dare you try to steal my son from me after all this time! You made it perfectly clear you didn’t want anything to do with him.”

She didn’t know exactly what it was that she said, but somehow something must have triggered him because he snapped, “Shut the hell up, bitch.” And then the phone went dead. She took several long, slow breaths. Meanwhile, Kona growled. She patted the dog to calm her.

“Was that George?”

She looked at the stunned policeman and slowly nodded. “I think it was.”

“In that case,” he said, “I need everything you know about your ex-husband.”

She sagged back into the seat, her heart racing and her mind overwhelmed that it very easily could have been George on the phone just then. She shook her head and told the cop what little she knew. “I don’t know what else to tell you,” she said, when she finally fell silent.

“Well, I mean, some of his identifying information would help.”

“I don’t know his social security number,” she said with a frown. “Though I do have some old paperwork from his income taxes at home.”

“Any way to access it from here?”

She frowned, brought up her emails, and said, “I was asked that question by my accountant because it was missing on one of the forms.” She quickly sorted through her emails