“Shit,” Martinez said, glancing at the screen. “It’s Rogers. I bet he broke one of them. Come on.” He waved to Daily who looked pissed. I was torn between going and staying with Matt. Martinez must have sensed my ambivalence because he told me Matt was going to be in surgery for awhile, and we would be back before he woke up. That decided it for me, and the three of us were off.
I didn’t say anything as Martinez and Daily talked about the case on the way to wherever we were going. Martinez had called Rogers the second we stepped out of the hospital and procured an address before hanging up. Daily and Martinez were talking in a language of their own, and I didn’t even try to keep up. Instead, I closed my eyes to take a well-deserved nap. I was deprived of the pleasure, however, because every time I closed my eyes, I started remembering Digger touching me. Despite my best efforts to keep quiet, I whimpered as I felt the weight of him against me.
“Scarlett? Are you ok?” Martinez broke off his conversation with Daily to ask me.
“I’m fine, Martinez,” I said, my voice patently false. I didn’t want to lie to him, but I didn’t want to talk about it in front of Daily, either. As he was driving, there wasn’t much Martinez could do but accept my falsehood.
I focused on Danny, trying to reach him to reassure him that help was on the way. When I contacted him, I wanted to reach through the ethers and grab him. He was huddled in the corner of his closet, making whimpering sounds. He had his hand in his pocket, holding his piggy like a good little boy as he banged at the closet door. It was obvious that he had been in there for awhile because of the dark stain spreading under his pants. He had been crying, presumably for a long time. I gathered my concentration and tried to touch his mind. It must have worked because he sat up in a hurry.
“Auntie? Is that you?” His eyes widened in hope, making me glad that I was on my way to finding him. “Are you coming for me?” How many times had he asked a variant on that question only to be disappointed? How glad I was that I could answer in the affirmative this time.
“Yes, baby. I’m coming for you. There will be two police officers with me, “Detective Martinez and Detective Daily. We should be there very soon. Hold on, ok, Danny?”
“You’re really coming for me?” A light shone out of Danny’s eyes. He looked ten times happier than just seconds before. Continue Reading

“Matt, are you ok? What happened?” I clutched at Matt’s hand, the one which wasn’t hooked up to a million wires.
“This way.” He pushed me through a door, then we were turning this way and that. Soon, we reached a door that was marked, ‘Jamie’s Office.” He pushed open the door and shoved me inside. Once we were past the door, he pulled the gun out of his pocket and showed it to me. “Now, Miss Scarlett. It would be a shame to have to shoot you and mess up that lovely suit of yours. However, I can’t let you run free, either.” Before I knew what he was doing, he spun me around so I was facing away from him. He yanked my arms together behind me so hard, I cried out. “Shut the fuck up.” He was binding something around my hands. If I’d had to guess, I’d say it was a tie. Maybe stockings, though it didn’t feel filmy. “This should keep you for the time being.” He turned me back around, his eyes dark. Staring at me, he abruptly crushed his lips to mine. I struggled to get away, but he held my face tightly with one hand as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my ass with his other hand which also held the gun. I thought about kneeing him, but he was too close.
“Ok, now spill.” Matt ordered as soon as we were back in our apartment. My mom and Banana were on their way to New York. Matt and I had stayed with my dad for a bit because he’d felt a little lonely. Now, we were in our living room, talking about the case.
“Ok, Scarlett. I have one question for you—what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Reynolds?” His question caught me off-guard.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Matt whispered into my ear. I shivered at his proximity, then scolded myself silently. This was Matt, not some rock star or something. There was no reason to get all gooey in the knees. I wondered at my reaction to him. Was I freaking out about Martinez? Was that why I was focusing on Matt? Was it some kind of weird transference thing? “Scar! Come back to earth.”
“Martinez,” he said wearily.
“Gah!” I woke up to find Banana sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me. She wasn’t making any sound or moving; she was just watching me. “Banana, honey. You scared me.” I smiled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. “Have you been up long?” I glanced at my clock and saw it was seven-thirty in the morning. As I hadn’t gone to bed until after one, I was definitely hurting.
I flicked on the television, but I couldn’t concentrate. I knew no matter what he’d said that I’d fucked up. Even though he hadn’t screamed at me, I could feel the wall between us. Why the hell he was giving me another chance, I didn’t know. I was grateful, of course, but I wondered if he would ever trust me again. Hell, I wouldn’t trust me if I were him, so why should he? It just fucking sucked because I haven’t been so attracted to someone in such a long time. Maybe I subconsciously wanted to fuck things up because I didn’t feel I deserved someone as wonderful as Martinez.