Page 147 of Allegiance

Trust her.

No one in that room was entertained by any of this, and this man’s life was pretty much over. He was living on borrowed time. These homeowners were coming back from vacation to a very messy cop situation.

She focused on Stellan as he was crying.

“I suggest that you tell me, or I will take you apart and keep you alive the entire time I do it. You don’t look like the kind of guy who will enjoy torture, Stellan.”

At the word ‘torture’, he spilled his guts.

FAST.

“From what Tate told us, they were from ages five to thirteen. That’s all I really know about it.”

God.

She wanted to be sick.

If it had been babies, that was bad enough, but then it would have likely been black-market-baby sales. That generally meant that the babies were bought by infertile couples.

At the ages taken…

They were children who knew who their parents were, and that they were being abducted.

That meant pedophiles.

“How many kids?” she asked.

“Five.”

“Please, please, please, hurt him,” Gene said. “I mean really hurt him. I will do it. Give me the location, and I’ll come down there and peel his flesh from his body.”

There was no need.

She had this.

“Oh, I’m going to be the one who puts this filthy animal down. It’s cops like you that give the rest of them a bad name,” she said. “We need that list.”

She rolled her neck, and there was the audible popping of bones.

“Where is it? The records?” she asked. “I need to find those kids and their mothers. If you stall me or you give me shit, you’re about to live the next twenty-four hours in more pain than you ever felt in your life. I’ll take you apart.”

That was all he had to hear.

He was crying like a pussy.

Zayn pulled his head up and held a blade to his throat.

“You heard the angry lady. Where does Tate keep the records?”

The scared cop whimpered.

Then, he finally told them.

“He keeps it where no one can get it, in the evidence locker. His desk is in there, and it’s in that.”

Well, shit.

Her hope had been that it was at his house, so they could swing by, get the man, get the book, and get out.