Free Heated Restraints by Yvette Hines Page B

other man stepped closer to them. “If you play nice then we’ll let you go and you can drive to wherever home is, unharmed. If not…,” the white man gave her a sadistic smile, then lowered his voice to barely a whisper. “Now, get your pretty little ass in the car before I start thinking of other ways to get you to cooperate.”
    The black man’s barking laughter grated along her nerves as he released his hold and gave her a push toward the car. Silently, she crawled into the back seat and prayed she’d get out of this alive. Both men got into the front and closed their doors, sealing her fate.

    * * * *
Thor leaned against the banister on his porch, watching the car lights pull into his driveway. Well over an hour ago, she’d called him and said she was getting ready to leave the children’s home. He’d gone out and picked up food so they could have a quiet dinner and talk about their relationship or lack there of.
    The ready smile on his face slowly disappeared when he realized it wasn’t her, but one of his RACE team members.
    “Thor!” Chris Payton called out as he launched himself out of his haphazardly parked car and raced toward him.
    Chuckling, he asked, “Is my house on fire, Chris?”
    “It’s the drug runners.”
    Instantly, the muscles in Thor’s shoulders tensed, as he turned toward his front door. “I’m on my way, let me grab my gun and leave a note for—”
    “They’ve got Liza.”
    His knees went weak and almost buckled. The only thing that saved him from hitting the ground was his grip on his front door. Thor looked over his shoulder at his teammate. “How in the hell did that happen? What happened to the fuckin’ roadblock plan?” He rushed into his house for his gun.
    Following him, Chris answered each question Thor volleyed at him. “They were drivin’ her car. So, the block was never activated.”

    “How’d they get her car?” Thor slammed a full clip into his gun, then placed it into the holster on his thigh.
    “We don’t know.” Chris trailed Thor out the door. “We would’ve missed them completely, but Dale got curious when he tried to flag her down for a greeting and she didn’t stop. Then when he threw on his lights as a joke to get her to stop, her car sped up. That’s when he got concerned and started following her.
    He called it in when he noticed she was looking out the back window.”
    Thor opened his new patrol car door. The whole team had started driving home every night awaiting the drug runners’ return. None of them expected them to return like this. “Where are they now?”
    “Claremont Wright Country Club in one of the Northern resort condos.”
    Thor didn’t wait to hear anything else. He pulled across his front yard, drove over the sidewalk, and then pressed his pedal to full speed once he hit the street.

    * * * *
“I want my daughter out of there now!” A man, who could only be recognized as the general by his mannerisms and dictatorial orders, stared down over half of the Claremont County law enforcement agency as Thor approached.
    “How many people are in there with her?” Thor interjected to Chief Dennison and Captain Russell.
    “Two.” Captain Russell spoke first. “Dale saw them drag her out of the car and luckily the guest who stayed here checked out this mornin’.”
    “You’re Thor.” Squinting, the general assessed him as if trying to gauge his worth through his eyes. “Liza got help for you when you were injured some weeks back.”
    “Yes, sir,” Thor answered automatically, even though it had not been posed as a question. He was no longer shocked about the small town communication system. “I’m going to get Liza out of there.”
    “I’m going to hold you to your word.” With a quiet authority, the general walked through the crowd of cops who were parting before him.
    Thor looked back at the two men in charge. “Do we have a diagram or sketch of this place?”
    “Here you go, Thor.” Danielle Smith, a petite