Free Fatal Obsession (Black Widow Book 2) by Christina Ow Page B

nothing to differentiate them except for the number plates. But he had a feeling those plates weren’t registered and maybe one of those changeable ones. Who’s to say a mile down those plates won’t change?
    And true to Elaine’s word, two cars pulled out behind them chasing after them, picking up speed as Mike and Elaine increased theirs. He prayed Elaine got home safely with his son. He didn’t want to worry about an accident that would steal DJ away two days after Damien had found him.
    He stood there until the place emptied of kids and cars. It was quiet, eerie quiet. Urban legend kind of quiet. That was, until he heard footsteps behind him. He had a good idea who it was, but he turned around, just in case.
    “I should never have trusted you,” Dale accused, glaring daggers at him.
    “Ditto. How long did it take before you spilled everything I told you? Did you tell them about my son too?”
    At least the man looked ashamed, even if it was just for a fleeting second.
    “The woman is a cold blooded murderer! Do you know that we still can’t find her last victim’s body?” Dale smiled triumphantly, having seen the shock Damien felt on his face. “That’s right. The man was a psychiatrist at the institution she was in. All they found was blood and nothing more of him the day she escaped.”
    “And that tells you he’s dead?” Damien shrugged. “He could have run off, laid low out of fear for his life.”
    He shook his head, “There is no convincing you otherwise. Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
    “Why?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
    Dale grabbed him and roughly turned him around. “Damien Chan, you are under arrest for aiding and abetting a convicted murderer. You have the right…”
    Shit , Damien cursed when he heard and felt, the cuffs fasten painfully around his wrist. He hadn’t expected this kind of delay in his plans. The ride to the FBI office was a long and quiet one and quite irritating. Dale kept glaring at him through the rearview mirror and in the back, next to him the woman with the red hair and black tips kept leering at him. Add that to his plans being delayed, his frustration was on overdrive. He was glad when he was finally out of the car, but that quickly disappeared when Dale purposefully paraded him in front of his peers—well, with this and how far Dale was going to embarrass him, his career in the FBI was over before it even began. Once Dale had enough of his coworkers hauling insults at Damien, he took him down to the holding cells. Damien stared straight ahead, biting down on his jaw to hold his anger in, trying not to let the insults get to him. He was making the right decision for his family and no one was going to make him feel guilty about it.
    Damien rubbed his wrist when the cuffs were removed and he walked into the cell, his temporary home for the next forty-eight hours—hopefully.
    “Little D, aren’t you breaking procedure here?” Damien taunted, keeping his back to him as he looked around the six by ten walls and bars, the little cot that wouldn’t hold him, width or length wise, the silver toilet that, thank heavens, looked clean and the sink right next to it that had a bit of rust on it. He’d lived in worse the years he spent searching for VS.
    “Nope, I decided to spare you and strip you in here.”
    Damien chortled, turning around. “Spare me? Then what was the two man parade about back there?”
    Dale stepped into the cell, holding a tray. “Empty your pockets and dump everything in here, including your cell phone.”
    Damien did as he said with a little snort. “I think we already know you can’t get into my phone.”
    Dale shrugged, “Me, maybe not, but Audrey will crack it in under an hour.”
    Yeah, Kevin had a better chance once he’d figured it all out, but Audrey didn’t have a chance. But he might be proven wrong, which meant he needed to be out before it got too late.
    “Do I get my phone