Rain hammered the hospital windows as Dylan Harker stood motionless in the center of the emergency room, the little girl trembling against his chest.<\/p>\n
His eyes stayed fixed on the glass entrance doors.<\/p>\n
The recognition in his face unsettled everyone who saw it.<\/p>\n
Not fear.<\/p>\n
Something worse.<\/p>\n
Memory.<\/p>\n
A nurse stepped closer carefully. \u201cSir, we need to examine her injuries.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dylan nodded once but didn\u2019t loosen his grip immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, sweetheart?\u201d the nurse asked softly.<\/p>\n
The little girl hesitated before whispering, \u201cLena.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bruises darkened her thin arms beneath the fluorescent lights. Older bruises hid beneath newer ones. The kind medical staff recognized instantly and silently.<\/p>\n
The nurse\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old are you, Lena?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dylan finally lowered her gently onto a hospital bed. The second his arms left her, panic flashed across her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m right here,\u201d Dylan said quickly.<\/p>\n
His rough hand stayed wrapped around hers.<\/p>\n
Lena slowly calmed, though her eyes never stopped darting toward the hospital entrance.<\/p>\n
Outside, thunder rolled low across the parking lot.<\/p>\n
One of the bikers standing near the doors muttered quietly, \u201cDylan\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Dylan looked over.<\/p>\n
The biker tilted his head subtly toward the street outside.<\/p>\n
A black SUV had just pulled into the far corner of the hospital lot.<\/p>\n
Engine running.<\/p>\n
Lights off.<\/p>\n
Dylan\u2019s jaw hardened instantly.<\/p>\n
Because he recognized that vehicle too.<\/p>\n
The nurse noticed the change in him. \u201cDo you know who hurt her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence stretched for one long second.<\/p>\n
Then Lena whispered first.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wears a silver cross.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dylan closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
That confirmed it.<\/p>\n
The room suddenly felt colder.<\/p>\n
One of the younger nurses frowned. \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dylan looked toward the rain-covered parking lot again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis name\u2019s Caleb Vane.\u201d<\/p>\n
The older biker near the entrance swore under his breath immediately.<\/p>\n
Several hospital staff exchanged confused looks, but the bikers understood the name instantly.<\/p>\n
Years ago, Caleb Vane ran trafficking routes through three states using abandoned churches, shelters, and roadside motels as cover. Children disappeared around every place he touched.<\/p>\n
Witnesses disappeared too.<\/p>\n
Everyone believed Vane died after a warehouse fire outside Tulsa six years earlier.<\/p>\n
Everyone except Dylan.<\/p>\n
Because Dylan had seen the body afterward.<\/p>\n
Burned beyond recognition.<\/p>\n
And somehow\u2026 wrong.<\/p>\n
Lena\u2019s small fingers tightened around his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told my mommy nobody could hide from him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dylan looked down sharply. \u201cWhere\u2019s your mother now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears filled Lena\u2019s eyes instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me to run.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hollowed the air inside the emergency room.<\/p>\n
A monitor beeped steadily nearby.<\/p>\n
Rainwater dripped from Dylan\u2019s leather vest onto the hospital floor.<\/p>\n
Then\u2014<\/p>\n
The automatic hospital doors slid open.<\/p>\n
Every biker turned at once.<\/p>\n
A man entered wearing a dark gray coat, umbrella lowered at his side. Clean-cut. Calm. Ordinary enough to disappear in a crowd.<\/p>\n
But Dylan recognized him immediately.<\/p>\n
Marcus Reed.<\/p>\n
One of Vane\u2019s old enforcers.<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s eyes moved casually across the emergency room until they landed on Lena.<\/p>\n
Then he smiled.<\/p>\n
Small.<\/p>\n
Cold.<\/p>\n
Lena gasped softly and buried herself against Dylan\u2019s side.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe found me,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Dylan slowly stepped in front of the child.<\/p>\n
The entire emergency room went silent again.<\/p>\n
Because the look in Dylan Harker\u2019s eyes made one thing painfully clear.<\/p>\n
Nobody was leaving peacefully anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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