Chapter 35
Griz was watching the confrontation on a monitor two blocks away. He didn’t like how it was going. The SWAT team was still ten blocks away. They’d sent in the pizza guy first, thinking that would give them time to analyze the situation inside.
He couldn’t sit still. He moved away from the monitor and the detective, moving down the street to the front of another house. He looked between the houses and realized he could see a straight path to the back of the jerk’s house and an angled door that had to be an entrance to the basement.
Thario had followed and wasn’t too far behind him. He turned and met Thario’s gaze. The slight nod from Thario confirmed what he’d been thinking. He had to go in and find out what the hell was going on.
He covered the distance quickly and moved to the basement doors, seeing it was locked, but the wood was weak. All it would take was one good yank.
Without hesitating, Griz bent and pulled at the door. The wood snapped, and it wasn’t too loud. He ducked in, closing the door quietly above. He had moved about four steps down when he heard a scream.
That was Elowen.
He turned on the light for his phone and raced ahead, slamming into the door.
He’d kicked down doors before, and usually it was hard.
The doorjamb had wood rot, so the frame gave quickly, and he spilled into the room, stumbling into the man who was holding Elowen by her hair with scissors in his other hand poised right above her head.