Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“I want to find my mom.”
Yeah, me too, kid. “Will see what I can do. But we can’t find her if you stay in that cage. Need to get out of there and come with me.”
Jude roughly wiped at his cheeks and winced when he touched the bruise. “But I don’t know you.”
Jude was starting to mentally break down. To fall apart. Shade needed to get him out of that house before that happened. They needed to get a few states away before they stopped and he could let Jude melt down and cry himself empty. Then maybe he’d sleep. The dark circles under those leaking eyes were proof he hadn’t had any.
“Can drop you off outside a pig pen... a police station if you’d rather. Just know, with no family they’re gonna put you in the state’s hands and into foster care. You want that?”
Jude shook his head and sniffled. “No.” His answer was thick with tears. “I want my mom.”
“Wish I could give you that, kid. Can’t.” Fuck.
“Tell me the truth. Is she gone... for good?”
His goddamn chest was cracking wide open. He knew what the boy was feeling. He’d felt it, too. When endless layers of hopelessness had piled on, weighing him down, drowning him in despair.
This was only the beginning for this kid.
Once he got somewhere safe and some undisturbed rest, Jude might have a better outlook. But with what the kid just went through, and what he still would go through, that better outlook might not come so easily.
Not for a long time.
“Can’t say for sure, Jude. But my guess? Yeah. I get you don’t know me, but I’m the best chance you got. Need you to come out now. Got somethin’ to show you, then we gotta split. ‘Cause if we don’t split soon, we both might end up at the police station. Then neither of us will be able to make our own choices. They’ll be made for us.”
And that would fucking suck.
Jude got to his feet, staying hunched over so he didn’t hit his head and made his way to the opening.
“Need help?” Shade asked him, noticing the kid’s legs seemed a bit wobbly.
“No.”
“All right, then. We gotta go.” Shade turned and headed back toward the steps, assuming Jude was behind him. There was no other way to get out of the basement besides the stairs, so he’d have to follow eventually.
“Gonna get you clothes and sneakers and whatever else you need once we get outta Georgia.”
“We’re in Georgia?”
Shade glanced over his shoulder. Jude had stripped off his sagging, dirty socks and was following him barefooted. “Yeah, where were you livin’ in your car?”
“Mississippi. Mom thought we had family there. She was wrong.”
When Shade hit the top of the steps, he cracked open the door and listened for a few moments to make sure they weren’t walking into any surprises.
The house was silent. Thank fuck.
The basement door opened into the large kitchen. So even if he hadn’t wanted to show Jude what happened to the broker, he wouldn’t have missed the dead body on their way out.
From where they stood, Jude got a good eyeful of a gaping neck and a naked body washed in blood.
Something the boy would never forget.
“When I said I wanted to show you this, it was ‘cause I wanted you to know the job was done already. He’s done. He paid for what he did to me. What he did to you. What he did to our mothers. You got that?”
Jude’s eyes were wide as he stared at Miller, but he nodded.
“No reason to ever look back. Only look forward from here on out.”
The boy was quiet and neither of them moved for about a minute.
But a clock was ticking in Shade’s head. They had to move and soon, but he also knew the boy needed to process what he was seeing.
Still staring at Miller, Jude asked, “Will you go to jail for killing him?”
Shade stared down at the boy, who was taller than expected now that he wasn’t crouching in a cage. “Not as long as you don’t say shit. We keep this secret between the two of us.”
Jude nodded and pressed his lips together. Then his eyes narrowed on the dead man. He began to walk toward the chair, catching Shade off guard.
“Hey, don’t step in the blood. Gonna leave trackable footprints.”
Jude acted like he didn’t hear Shade and kept going, but he did stop just outside the pool of congealing blood.
It fucking shocked the shit out of Shade when the boy loudly snorted a hocker into his throat and then spit it onto Miller’s slack face. Then he calmly walked back to Shade, his expression eerily blank.
“You know you splattered your DNA on that asshole.”
Jude turned dark eyes up to Shade and shrugged. “I’m twelve. He was going to sell me to some butt-fucker. Nobody will care he’s dead once they figure out what he’s been doing. I’m sure they’re going to find a whole bunch of questionable DNA in this house.”