Page 116 of Marvelous

“He’s nonverbal,” she said.

I laughed, “That’s a bunch of horseshit. He talked to me. Told me where to take him. Even told me his name. He’s polite andsweet. Maybe he was nonverbal because the system fucked him over.”

Then I hung up on her.

Then I heard Krispin giggle.

I looked over my shoulder at him, and he giggled even more.

I sighed, then I pulled up the local sheriff’s department, spoke to them, and waited.

Three hours later, missed calls from Alec and texts, as well as from Garrick, I pulled in front of our house.

I sat there for a moment and seethed.

Then I climbed out of my SUV, walked up the steps, and into the house.

Apparently, I missed all the vehicles because everyone was there.

Tatum sighed, “Thank god. We had to literally sit on Alec to stop him from coming to look for you.”

I nodded, then headed to Alec and dropped to my knees in front of him.

His wave-like colored eyes drilled into mine, when he rasped out, “You’re okay?”

I nodded, “Pissed the hell off, but I’m okay.”

He nodded, then he closed his eyes, swallowed, and whispered, “Please, don’t ever do that to me again.”

At my nod, he winked, then he asked, “Now who am I hunting down?”

I growled her name, “Leslie Winthorp.”

Then I looked at Misty, “I’m sorry for hanging up on you.”

Then I looked back at Alec, “I need you to stop me from kidnapping a child.”

Alec nodded, “Tell me.”

So, I did.

I told him about what happened at Hanovers.

Told him about the little boy.

Told him everything.

Even the bruises and clothes, and shoes.

Alec looked into my eyes, then he reached for his phone, then he looked at Bronson, “Who was your realtor?”

Bronson said his name, then Alec made a call.

Then he hung up and made another call, “Tyron? Yeah, I’m alright.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, she’s good. She’s pissed, though.”

He listened, then he laughed, “Not at me, fucker. At the stupid system.”