Page 91 of Stay Baby Stay

Hoyt lets go of his utility knife. It falls to the floor with a clatter. His hand disappears into his jacket.

“Hands on your fucking head, or I’ll blow it off,” I bark.

“Are you sure you want to do that, detective? Don’t you have questions for me?”

“Nothing comes to mind.” Sure, I’ve got questions. For the past two years, I’ve had nothing but questions. But now’s not the time for chitchat.

This devil in our midst is too damn close to Holly for my comfort.

He starts to turn around.

“Do not fucking move.”

But he does move. He turns and looks directly at me. At my empty hands. I step toward him as he reaches into his jacket, then stop dead as he levels a pistol at my chest.

Fuck...

“I look forward to finishing what I started with the blonde,” he says. “I think I’ll pose them together. Her and her red-haired friend.”

Fury unlike anything I’ve ever known rises within me at the image of Holly dead, naked, posed out in a field somewhere, like the others.

I lunge.

The gunshot blast is deafening.

I tackle Hoyt, hurling him against the refrigerator. I assume he must’ve missed, since I’m still standing and not bleeding, as far as I know.

His gun falls to the floor with a thud as he slumps my arms like a ragdoll. Suddenly, I’m the only thing holding him up.

“Cal...”

My ears ring. Light fills the kitchen, illuminating the blood spatter on the cabinets. The deep red pooling on the floor.

I hear someone calling my name from the opposite end of the house. A hand clamps onto my shoulder. I turn to find Austin shaking me, holding his Glock.

“Cal,” he says, his voice slightly clearer, louder.

My feet skid in Hoyt’s blood as I slide with him to the floor. His eyes stare blankly at the ceiling. I blink and for a second it’s Vicki I’m holding, her lifeless eyes gazing up at nothing.

“He’s gone,” Austin says. “Let him go.”

I let go of Hoyt’s limp body and accept Austin’s help in dragging myself to my feet.

“Cal?” Holly fills the doorway, her hair and eyes wild. She sees the blood on my hands, smeared across my chest, soaked into my pants.

“It’s not mine,” I say.

McKenzie appears at Holly’s side. She grabs onto the doorframe, her chest rising and falling as her breathing grows shallow.

“That’s him,” she says. “He found us...”

Holly turns McKenzie away from the carnage.

“He’s gone now,” Holly says. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

McKenzie starts to cry, and so does Holly. My instinct is to gather my baby into my arms. But there’s another man’s blood all over me, and Holly’s got her own hands full with her friend.

I settle for telling them both, “It’s gonna be okay. It’s over.”

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