Darkhouse [antikvár]

PROLOGUENew York CityEdgy hands slid across the narrow belt, securing it in place on the tiny eight-year-old waist. Donald Riggs pointed to the small box attached.This is like a pager, honey, so the police can find you,' came his lazy drawl.'Because you're going home now. If your mommy is a good girl. Is your mommy a good girl, Hayley?'Hayley's mouth moved, but she couldn't speak. She bit down on her lip and looked up at him, beaming innocence. She gave three short nods. He smiled and slowly stroked her dark hair.The fourth day without her daughter was the final day Elise Gray would have to endure a pain she could barely express. She breathed deeply through