Chapter 94
Dom looked down at the woman on the gurney.
Madison and Hope’s little redheaded buddy stared up at him.
She had a broken look on her face. There was blood on her arms, covering the tattoo he knew was there.
“I didn’t mean to kill him. But he…was going to kill me.
And he hurt Lila and I don’t know where Madison is. I don’t know. They were just there.”
“Miriam, I need you to look at me. I need you not to panic. I have some questions,” Miguel said, leaning over her from the other side as the EMT worked to slow the bleeding.
“Look at me. I am calling Hope for you as soon as I can. We’re sending you to FCGH.
Cashlyn will meet you in the ER. She’s going to stay with you.
Cashlyn is waiting for you now. You will be safe, I promise.
Dom’s father is the head of security there.
You will be safe. But I need you to focus on me so we can help Madison now. ”
The woman was covered in defensive wounds. From a knife. “Who is that man?”
That was the first question. His second was where the hell was Madison?
Miriam pulled in a deep breath and tried to pull herself together right in front of them.
“His name is Boston Creevey. He…was a road officer out of Wichita Falls.” She was crying, but trying to keep herself calm.
He’d never forget how afraid she was when she looked up at him.
“He said I owed him. But I didn’t do anything to him.
I just wanted him to leave me alone. He would bother me all the time and follow me home and do things to just…
be mean. And…sexual. I told my supervisor and she told his, and he was angry and he followed me home.
But…someone ran the red light, and hit him.
And he said it was my fault. But Hope and my teammates in Wichita Falls proved it wasn’t my fault.
I wasn’t even in my car when it happened.
I was inside the grocery store. But he hates me.
He said I owed him what he wanted for taking his career from him.
He hurt his leg and he said it was because of his leg—but someone told me it was because he couldn’t pass a real psych exam. ”
“How is any of this related to Newcomb or Madison?” Miguel asked, as people were strapping her down. She was sliced to pieces, but Dom didn’t think any were deep wounds. The EMTs were working quickly, but not at the same pace they would if there was immediate danger.
“That man was there. Major…Newcomb. We worked with him in Wichita Falls, but mostly he just walked around with Stillman and Winkler. He…Bo…worked for him, too. But I think he was related to him. He called him uncle…Bo said ‘my uncle’ and ‘my cousin’ once. When he was talking to someone about Newcomb. So…I think they were related. And they were together tonight.”
“Why did Newcomb take Madison?”
“I don’t know. He just did. Is Lila…?”
“Detective Dodson is already on her way to FCGH,” Miguel told her. “She’s getting taken care of. You are on your way after her, I promise. You’re going to be okay, Miriam. I promise.”
“Newcomb took Madison. I don’t know where he took her. You have to find Madison. I couldn’t help her, I couldn’t,” the girl kept saying over and over. It was heartbreaking.
“I won’t stop until I find her. Until I have her back where she belongs.” Dom said. “You don’t have to be afraid of him ever again.”
He wasn’t about to tell her that no one could find that son-of-a-bitch, yet. But they would. It was just a matter of time.
“Just find Madison. He took her. He just took her. Newcomb. It was that Newcomb guy, and he took her.” They wheeled her away before Dom could ask anything else.
“Creevey. Same last name as the guy who attacked Brett Naylor that Miller brought down. I don’t believe in those kinds of coincidences,” Miguel said.
“Neither do I.”
“I’ll get a call into dispatch, Dom. We’ll track the van.
Hope told me they’ve equipped all the ERT vans with trackers since what happened with that bastard Wilson.
I doubt many in the TSP even know about them yet.
Newcomb definitely shouldn’t. Madison told her a few hours after they had Barratt-Handley techs install them—they were talking about tech in front of me and getting really excited.
I’m going to see who is in charge of locating them. It’s a place to start.”
Dom was not going to gamble on that. Madison was out there—and she had to know he was coming for her. “Let’s go. We’ll call dispatch on the way.”
She had to know he was coming for her. Dom would always hunt for her. No matter what.