Chapter One-Hundred and Sixty-One
John leaned against the shower wall, allowing the water to wash over his shoulders and back. He fought back tears as his emotions washed over him with the water. He could hear Claire's breathing in the next room over, which usually calmed his racing nerves… but tonight… it was different.
He shut the shower off and grabbed his towel, barely taking time to dry off before he grabbed some underwear and some basketball shorts.
John let his fist fly into the punching bag in the garage, a guttural scream tearing from his throat as he made contact. "FUCK YOU ALL!" Sweat dripped from his body as he attacked the bag.
"Daddy?"
John whirled as his daughter's voice reached his ears. "What's wrong Sammy?" He asked, his chest heaving with his breath. "Bad dream?"
Samantha nodded and cuddled into her father's chest. "You got hurt… bad…"
He shushed her and lifted her onto his hip. "It's alright. I'm not gonna get hurt anytime soon."
Becket tossed a folder down on the table of the Wolf Den. "The Bethany Harbor Case is on hold for now. We've got something else here." He motioned to the man standing beside him. "Governor Wilson's daughter Penny has been kidnapped."
John leaned forward in his chair, ignoring his aching muscles as the Governor began to speak.
"I'm not sure where Penny could be… she went to school… but she wasn't there when my wife and I went to pick her up…" Governor Wilson shook his head, fighting back tears.
"Was there any strange activity around her school at all?" John asked, a feeling of dread filling his chest when he caught a faint hint of the scent of liver, onion, and overused oil filled his nose when Becket placed a small toy on the table.
Ben… Was the only thing that went through his mind.
