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Lou was enjoying himself. It was great to have power over someone again. He knew himself well enough to know that was one reason he’d become a cop to begin with. The power rush.
Now Glen knew how all those women he’d hurt felt. The terror.
Not that Lou cared that much about women who’d probably been junkies and whores, but Glen hadn’t had the right to hurt them like that.
And Glen was never going to get near his little girl.
No matter what Lou had to do.
Lou had spent hours deciding what to do about Glen. And then it had hit him.
If he caught Glen himself, then the asshole would never be able to threaten Bailey again.
After that, well, once the sheriff was out of her life Bailey could find the right man for herself. Even if it wasn’t Jake.
It probably would be. The two were already living together, already in love.
So what if he’d seen Jake with Charlie’s little girl? They were practically related, thanks to Charlie’s nephew and Bert’s daughter. That’s all it was.
Family.
A part of Lou knew he was deluding himself, but he didn’t care. He had to do what was best for Bailey for once.
Never mind him.
He was just turning down the road that led to where Bailey was when a trio of TSP vehicles came roaring right at him.
Lou swore and pulled off into the nearest driveway. Someone needed to talk to those boys. They were driving those Tahoes like idiots. They were going to get somebody hurt.
Lou pulled into the parking spot closest to the precinct. He leaned over Glen, still bound like a damned Thanksgiving turkey, complete with a plastic wrap and piss glaze, and opened the door.
Glen wasn’t going to get too far, not trussed up like he was.
Lou shoved Glen out of the van, smirking when the man’s head bounced off the concrete, then sped away—leaning on his horn the entire way.