Free Into the Light (The Admiral's Elite Book 2) by HK Savage Page A

assigned to help us do just that.” An expectant look over his shoulder told them this was the story and not to argue, even if they wouldn’t tell him where they were really from.
     
    Not surprisingly, the victim’s father turned his anger on them. “What do you think you’re gonna see here that this guy didn’t, huh?” He gestured heatedly toward Salvo standing patiently by. Hands loosely in his pocket and a carefully measured amount of cool on his face said he’d endured this sort of thing before. “My grandkids haven’t been able to sleep or play outside since it happened. Between the newspapers and the cops, this place is crawling with people day and night, rehashing the details when they should be out looking for new clues before someone else dies.” His fury mostly burned out, the grieving man finished with a quivering chin.
     
    That he didn’t know about the last kill was a blessing. It didn’t look like his nerves could take any more strain. The details from the last one had been easy to keep from the media due to the nature of the scene. Although the windigo killed and took the heart, the victim was left in the road. A driver coming around the curve ran over the already damaged body, leaving the driver a basket case and unable to see any telling details. The sheer horror and carnage prevented him from seeing that the chest cavity had been ripped apart before his wheels crushed it. Police told him the victim suffered a heart attack while walking alongside the road and hadn’t felt anything when he’d been struck.
     
    “Mr. Nowak,” Becca stepped forward. “I’d like to extend my deepest sympathies to your family. We are going to do everything in our power to catch this guy.” She smelled the adrenaline on the man’s skin through his padded flannel shirt and canvas jacket. He was a big man, at least thirty pounds too many had settled on his middle. That he kept coming at her warned Becca he was going to use all that to try to intimidate her. Spots in her vision told her she was right.
     
    It wasn’t unusual given her age and youthful appearance that, if anything, made her appear even younger. Settling her weight evenly on the balls of her feet, she got ready for whatever he was preparing to do. Her eyes darted sideways to Michael to see his jaw was set but he wasn’t going to interfere unless absolutely necessary. It bothered him with her, but he let his people fight their own battles whenever possible. He knew Becca could handle this, even if he didn’t like it.
     
    Nowak didn’t stop until he was inches from her, his meaty hand curled into a fist with one sausage shaped finger pointed straight at her nose. “You listen to me, little girl. You’re gonna catch this fucker and you’re gonna string him up by his balls. Then I’m gonna gut him and see how he likes it.”
     
    Spittle landed on her lip and she kept herself from flinching or wiping at it. This man lost his daughter. He was angry and he was scared. She understood and wasn’t going to let him get himself landed in jail because of it. One move and he was likely to explode. She let him vent, knowing Danny would have been better at handling this. “I understand how you feel, Mr. Nowak.”
     
    Clear blue eyes ignited under bushy blonde and gray brows. His thin lips pulled back to expose large, square tobacco stained teeth. “You come here from some big office where you look at a hundred cases like this one a week, cases that deal with someone else’s daughters and husbands. And you’re gonna tell me you understand how I feel? Do you have any idea what it’s like to know someone you love died scared and in pain?” His voice cracked, the corners of his mouth trembled.
     
    Deliberately, Becca nodded her head. “I do know how that feels, sir.” She blinked slowly. “My former partner died on a case a lot like this one not too long ago.” Then she let some of her own heat bleed into her eyes. “I caught that bastard for