(Kim's Point of View)
Her words made my pulse race. "Do you have?" My lip curved into a grin. "Would you mind telling us where?"
"My house," she replied. I exchanged a puzzled look with the others.
"Your house?" Lucas inquired.
She gave a gesture. "I sincerely apologize. This man unexpectedly appeared in my house with this kid. He has a pistol and has threatened to murder my daughter and me if I call the cops. I was terrified and didn't attempt to call the cops because he promised to deviate soon."
"Is he all right, is my baby all right?" I couldn't help myself and ask.
"Yes. He does, however, cry a lot, most likely as a result of the bastard's smoking. My kid is also affected."
I stared. "Is he still present...in your home?"
"Yes. I can get you there straight awa
