Patrick nodded, his knuckles bleeding and his lungs burning. He looked at Angie. She was watching the mother and child. There was no joy in her expression, only a haunting, quiet recognition. "Is she safe now?" Angie asked softly.
Patrick watched the man in the SUV. He saw the way the driver’s hand stayed on the gear shift. He saw the predatory stillness. It was a movie he had seen before, and he knew how the reel ended. Gone Baby Gone
By the time the sirens echoed off the nearby triple-deckers, the man was pinned, and the little girl was safely in Angie’s arms. The mother was hysterical, clutching her child, sobbing out thank-yous that felt hollow in the cold air. Patrick nodded, his knuckles bleeding and his lungs burning
