Page 21 of Sinner's Storm

Leaning closer, Jim carefully turned his head.

“See the swelling around the cervical vertebrae? If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say someone snapped this poor boy’s neck. Won’t know for sure until I get him back to my place and get some X-rays.”

“Anything else?”

“Left hip,” he muttered.

Looking down at his bruised and battered body, I stared at the burn mark on his hip.

Shit.

“He’s the fourth one, Robin,” Jim stated, looking pointedly at me. “You know what this means, right?”

Groaning, I got to my feet and scanned the area. “Yeah. The city has a child serial killer on the loose.”

Chapter Seven

Delany

I didn’t know what to expect when Dr. Jackson asked me to step into the hall with her. I thought she needed to tell me something about Harlow. Instead, I stared at several bikers, and one was very fucking familiar.

To say seeing Harlow’s dad after all this time shocked me, was an understatement. I honestly didn’t know what he was doing here, but I didn’t care. All I wanted right now was to know if he was a genetic match to my daughter and whether he was willing to donate his bone marrow.

I still couldn’t believe, after all this time, he just appeared out of thin air. What the hell was he doing here, anyway?

“Momma?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Who’s that?”

Turning, the man of the hour stood at the door, his eyes transfixed on my daughter. God, it wasn’t until that moment that I realized how much Harlow resembled her dad.

They were nearly identical.

Slowly getting to my feet, I stepped in front of my daughter, disrupting his view.

“Are you here to cause problems, or help?”

“Help.”

“What about them out there?”

“We only want to help Delany. I give you my word.”

“I don’t know you well enough to trust your word. All I know is the note you left. I don’t even know your name.”

“My name is Storm.”

“That’s not your legal name.”

“Jason Calloway. You know my mom, Stacy, and I believe you are good friends with my sister, Robin. My mom owns Calloway Bar & Grill.”

“Jesus. You are the CEO of Calloway Investments.”

He nodded.

“Well, this is just perfect,” I sneered. “Not only is my daughter’s sperm donor the CEO of the very company that fired me, but he is also a damn biker. How does that work, Mr. Calloway? Suit during the day, leather and bikes at night? Are you going to tell me you are a caped crusader next?”