“They took over an old pound,” Hunt said through clenched teeth. “They used the cages to hold them. It was… bad.”
I could see it was bad.
My heart hurt just from the empty cages. I couldn’t imagine what it would do to my heart to see them utilized in their intended disgusting ways.
“Overall, we were able to get six children out,” Sin explained. “Trouper is still there, watching and making sure everything smooths out and goes the way it should be going. Making sure there aren’t any crooked cops withholding evidence.”
“I have a live feed going on social media.” Hunt grinned wickedly. “Everything that was found was aired live. There’s no way that they’re going to get out of this.”
“Except for the governor,” Lynn grumbled. “Wish Bruno would’ve killed him.”
“He didn’t?” I asked.
Lynn shook his head. “No. Shot him in the spine. Likely, he’ll be paralyzed from the arms down. Won’t be able to even wipe his own ass.”
That was too good for him.
After seeing those cages… I wanted to torture him.
I wanted to try out every torture technique that I’d ever read or heard about and do it on him for the rest of his life.
He deserved nothing less.
A man that did that to children was the lowest kind of low.
“What now?” I asked.
“Now, we try to find other ways to tie the governor to the crime.” Hunt shoved his hands through his hair, and it was then I realized why it was sticking up the way it was. “I mean, everything that I’ve found is circumstantial. The brother lived on the property and did all the dirty work for them. All the shithead has to do is say that it was all his brother’s files, and that he had nothing to do with it, and he’ll walk off free.”
“Which is why Bruno shot him.” Lynn sighed.
I swallowed past a lump in my throat.
Bruno.
Was he going to be okay?
My question was answered not even thirty seconds later when Angel pushed into the room with a haggard-looking doctor in tow.
He looked like one of the surgeons that I’d seen on the billboard outside.
“He made it this far,” was the first thing the doctor said to us all. “He had a brain bleed. It was very severe. We don’t know if he’ll make it. Or if he’ll have any cognitive deficits in his brain. When I say it was bad, I mean it was very bad. He’s lucky to even be alive right now. I’ve seen some with brain bleeds much less severe die right there in the field. That he made it to us, alive, is a signature of his strength but…” The doctor shook his head. “It’s going to be a rocky road until we get him out of the woods.”
I didn’t like the doctor’s answer at all.
“I don’t honestly know how he was standing for as long as he was.” The doctor shook his head. “He’s very lucky to be alive.”
I felt sick to my stomach.
“Can I see him?” I asked.
The doctor frowned. “I mean, in the ICU, you’re allowed one person. But with him having a guard…”
“That guard doesn’t affect her getting to see him,” Angel interjected. “If he’s allowed to have visitors, then we’re fine with him getting one.”
The doctor nodded then, looking unaffected by the fact that he’d saved a man that’d supposedly attempted to murder the governor.
Which had me curious.