Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him nod. "I agree. They probably ditched the car, but even that's odd. Talk about sticking out like a sore thumb. Look at it. You can't miss it."
The cloud-filtered moonlight glimmered off the black paint, which made finding the sedan easy, despite its location in an unlit corner of the lot. They approached it slowly, cautiously. Connor took the lead; she followed a few steps behind with the others.
He paused several feet away and gestured to the nearby thick cement base that supported one of the lamps. "Wait over there and help look out."
"What am I looking out for?" she asked.
"Anyone coming by." His gaze was hard and fierce as he looked at one of the men in a nonverbal communication that was beyond her. "I need a closer look at that car and I don't want to be disturbed. Check your sides often and listen for any suspicious noises."
She was pretty sure he was just trying to get her out of his hair, but she'd promised to listen and she would.
Without another word, Stacey did as he asked, following the guy assigned to her to the requested position. Her gaze roamed the lot in a steady back-and-forth sweep. The lamp she stood under was dead center at the end, which afforded her an open view of the property. It also offered a hideous smell. It was her guess that more than a few animals-and perhaps even humans-had used the distant location as a urinal.
Her stomach roiled with a mixture of disgust and fear. Connor and the others worked almost silently, doing whatever the hell it was that they were doing to the car. The guy next to her said nothing and bore no expression at all on his face or in his eyes.
The temperature was chilly, but Stacey suspected it was her own fear that made her shiver so violently. The neon vacancy sign blinked off and on, coaxing her to stare briefly at the glass door to the front desk. That was as dirty as the rest of the place. Spattered with something foul and so grimy it obviously hadn't been washed in years.
Connor returned to her with such stealth Stacey wouldn't have been aware of him if she hadn't been keeping vigil. She raised her brows in query.
"Let's go to the office," he said with alarming alacrity, snatching her elbow and dragging her away.
"Why?"
"Because I said."
There was something underlying his tone that made her look back over her shoulder. Two of the men remained with the vehicle in defensive positions. She couldn't see what they'd done to the sedan, if anything.
Then a flash of glimmered moonlight caught her eye. She slowed.
Something was dripping from the trunk onto the asphalt, forming an ever-growing puddle. From the rate of seepage, the substance was thicker than water…
"Oh my god!" She stumbled and Connor kept her upright, his pace unchanged. "What's in the trunk?"
"Our friend with the teeth."
Her heart dropped into her stomach and she swallowed hard. "You thought Justin might be in there, didn't you? That's why you made me move away."
"It was a possibility."
His jaw was locked, his eyes forward, his step purposeful.
"You think he's dead, don't you?" Her voice rose and she fought his grip. "What did you see in there? Tell me!"
Connor halted and yanked her into him. "Keep your voice down, damn it!"
He gestured the other men onward with a quick jerk of his chin. When they were alone, he said, "There's nothing in there but a head and a body, neither of which belong to your son."
"Oh my god… oh my god…"
"This is where that trust I asked for comes into play."
Nodding violently, she pulled away to fight the feeling of claustrophobia.
"Stace." His brogue softened. "We're going to the office now. We need to disable any security cameras this sorry assed place might have and find out which of the rooms are presently occupied. Then we're going door to door until we're sure they're not here."
Stacey bent over, gasping. As cold as she'd been a moment ago, she was sweating now. "You don't think they left?"
"They probably did, but we have to be sure. Come on." He tugged her up and kept going. "You wanted to come; you have to keep it together."
How was she going to keep it together when she felt like vomiting? The people who had her son were the type of individuals who decapitated others and stuffed their bodies in trucks. "I feel sick."
He cursed under his breath and stopped again. "Don't do this to me," he said brusquely. "I've got to keep going. Do you understand that? I promised you I would get Justin back. I promised you that if you gave me a chance, I would deliver. Don't make me fail."
Gasping for air, she nodded, clearing her mind of terrifying images by sheer will alone. He was right. She knew he was right. She'd fuck everything up if she lost it now. "I'm with you."
Connor pulled her upright and tilted her chin skyward, opening her airways to facilitate deep breaths. "You're brave, sweetheart." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm proud of you. Now, let's go."
One foot in front of the other. Stacey knew she could make it in baby steps. At least she thought so until they reached the door to the office and one of the men intercepted them.
"You might want to keep the lady out, sir," he said.
It was then Stacey realized the dirt splattered on the glass was blood. And that was only a miniscule amount of the volume of gore that covered what she could see of the front desk area.
She gagged.
"You can't throw up," Connor growled, clamping a hand over her mouth and dragging her away. His voice came low and rough by her ear. "The authorities are going to investigate this. You can't leave any biological evidence behind. You understand? Nod, if you understand."
Stacey couldn't move. She was frozen in place by the horror of what she'd seen.
"Okay." He picked her up and moved her out to the public curb. "Let's get you back to the car. We'll lock you in. You keep the gun at the ready…"
Struggling, she managed to get him to set her down. "I can do this," she promised. "I can help you."
"You're a wreck," he said. "You're going to get yourself arrested and charged with murder."
"I'll be your lookout." Stacey watched him shake his head. Setting her hand on his chest, she said, "I'll never forgive myself if I don't help you."
"You can help me by calling Aidan back and bringing him up to speed." Connor cupped her face and stared down into her eyes. The emotion in the liquid depths was visible even in the darkness. "You are a precious, cheery light in my life. I want to keep you that way. Let me protect you from this much, at least."
She considered that a moment, but couldn't fight the feeling she was letting him down. Then she glanced over his shoulder at the front desk and her stomach churned violently.
"Yeah, you're right," she admitted. "I can't take it. Take me back to the car. I'll make the phone call."
Connor put his hand at the small of her back and directed her toward the Magnum with strides so long she had to jog to keep up.
"I'm sorry," she said, as he unlocked the door with the remote and assisted her into the passenger seat.
"For what? For doing the right thing? For knowing your limits?" He bent down and looked her in the eye. "I admire you, sweetheart. I'm not disappointed."
Straightening, he said, "I'll be back. Keep the gun ready in your lap. Call Aidan."
He shut the door and reactivated the alarm system with the remote. And then he was gone.
Stacey ignored the hands-free system in favor of direct use of the handset. Aidan answered immediately. "What have you got?"
"Hey it's me."
Aidan's voice softened. "Hey, Stace. What's going on?"
"We found the car. The driver's dead. Decapitated in the trunk. Someone's dead in the office. Or multiple someones. I couldn't go in. There's so much blood. T-tons of it. Ev-verywhere-"
"Shh, it's okay. We'll take care of it. How are you holding up? You doing alright?"
"Yeah." She blew out her breath and glanced toward the lobby.