Page 14 of I've Got You

“There she is. Ready to have a little breakfast and tackle today?”

“Yeah. I want to find that girl and get my story.”

“Good. Eat. I’ll head downstairs and check on your place with the cops. Then we’ll run out to that motel that you mentioned. I think that’s a good place to start.”

She nods, but her cheeks are flushed and her eyes won’t meet mine.

“And don’t be embarrassed by last night, baby girl. You taste better than any honey I’ve ever had. Believe me. I would happily lick that pussy until the end of my days.

“Judd,” she hisses. But I just smile and quietly leave the room. Let her think about what I said.

I call the detective that was at Missy’s place last night and he picks up. “Haddon? Can I help you?”

“Yeah. My girlfriend’s place was broken into last night and we filled out a report. I wondered if you found anything yet?”

“It’s too soon to tell. Anything that was sent to the lab hasn’t come back yet. It’s technically only been a few hours.”

“Oh, sure. Sorry. I’m just worried about her.”

“It’s alright. But I’ll give you a call if something comes up.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

By the time I’m hanging up, Missy is heading down the stairs dressed in the outfit she wore the other day except with my t-shirt since her blouse was basically a rag now.

“Let’s go, princess. Your chariot awaits.”

“Did the police say anything?”

“Nothing yet. Too soon for labs.”

“Okay. So let’s hit the motel.”

I hold the door and help her into the truck and then jog around the vehicle.

“Buckle up, sweetheart.”

She makes a face at me but then obeys.

If only she continues to listen to me, maybe we’ll all get out of this in one piece.

MISSY

We pull up in front of the run-down motel and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

Judd turns to me. “You alright?”

“I’m fine. Let’s do this.”

He holds out a hand and I walk in front of him. When we walk into the front desk area, a smarmy man looks up with a bored expression on his face.

“Can I help you? Would you like a room? We’ve got hourly rates if you need them.”

I hear Judd growling under his breath behind me and then trying to step in front, blocking me from view.

“Stop,” I hiss. “I’ve got this.”

The guy ducks behind his paper again. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen someone reading a hard copy of a paper. It’s a little surreal. Like somehow we’ve stepped back in time.

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