Imminent Danger (Adrenaline Highs) by Unknown Read Free Book Online

ushered his wife toward the door. “We’ll stay close by.”
    Abbey never got a second to argue because the door closed behind them.
    “Have a seat.” The officer moved the extra chair behind the desk so they both faced the computer. Blake leaned against the wall, his expression poker-face blank.
    With rattled nerves, Abbey picked at the polish on her thumbnail. The room took her back nine years, after she’d been rescued. When the authorities asked her about what happened. It closed in on her now the way it did then. She’d wanted to get away from the stares as her parents had walked through the station, but the small room had been a different hell. Four walls closing in on her… It seemed like a lifetime ago. It seemed like yesterday. Funny how it went either way. Abbey blinked back the memory and focused on the man behind the computer. “Where do we start? How do we do this?”
    Officer Rivera tapped at his keyboard and never looked up. “Just describe each man you saw yesterday. One at a time. It’s easy.”
    Easy? This seemed like the farthest thing from easy she’d ever done. Sure, she’d seen the guy, and the cops had discovered that the man at the door hadn’t really been part of the event staff, but could she describe either one well enough for this man to make a composite? What if she got it completely wrong and the pictures didn’t look anything like either man? How could she make him fix it?
    “Relax. You’ll do fine. I know it’s scary, but this software is pretty good. I think you’ll be surprised what you can remember. I’ll help you.” He gave her a supportive smile and showed off a slightly crooked front tooth. “Let’s start with the first man, the one with the knife. What was the shape of his face? Round? Oval? Maybe he had a square jaw?” He pulled up a page that covered every possible jaw line and Abbey finally had to describe it and let the officer choose. As she looked at the picture, she could help define it better.
    That’s how it went for the next forty-five minutes. Officer Rivera asked questions and tapped on his keyboard. Blake didn’t budge from his spot near the wall, but she could practically feel his tension, which did nothing for her nerves. Still he quietly urged her on when she got frustrated and didn’t think she could come up with anything else specific about the man besides his thick, bushy eyebrows, fat nose and Fu Manchu, which they all knew he could shave off in a heartbeat. His dark sunglasses had hid his eyes and his cap had covered his head. Not a whole lot to work with.
    Officer Rivera put a few final touches on the face then turned the monitor toward her. “What do you think? Close?”
    “That’s good,” she said. “But we still can’t really see him.”
    “The point is to see what you saw.” With a little more prompting, he made a few adjustments and refined the picture even more. Then they took a break before starting on the next one with the same process. Another forty-five minutes later he adjusted the monitor toward her again.
    Blake had come around them as she’d described the other suspect and stood behind Abbey’s chair. “Holy shit,” he said softly.
    Abbey and the officer both glanced at him. He looked as pale as Abbey had ever seen him. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “The guy you just described.” Blake ran his hand over his jaw, but never took his gaze off the computer screen. “I know him.”
    “How? From where?” Abbey stood as Blake swallowed hard. She’d never seen him like this. “Who is he?”
    “The only name I have for him is Kwami. He’s already wanted for kidnapping and assault, among other things.”
    “Who’d he kidnap,” Officer Rivera asked, grabbing a nearby phone off the base.
    Blake took a deep breath. “Me. And my whole family.”
    A cold chill streaked down Abbey’s back. She knew Blake’s history because Julie had starred in the movie written about the event. It had been national news when his