Chapter 88.

(Kim's Point of View)

Her words made my pulse race. "Do you have?" My lip curved into a grin. "Would you mind telling us where?"

"My house," she replied. I exchanged a puzzled look with the others.

"Your house?" Lucas inquired.

She gave a gesture. "I sincerely apologize. This man unexpectedly appeared in my house with this kid. He has a pistol and has threatened to murder my daughter and me if I call the cops. I was terrified and didn't attempt to call the cops because he promised to deviate soon."

"Is he all right, is my baby all right?" I couldn't help myself and ask.

"Yes. He does, however, cry a lot, most likely as a result of the bastard's smoking. My kid is also affected."

I stared. "Is he still present...in your home?"

"Yes. I can get you there straight away. I want him out of my home because he does the strangest things. I believe he is a patient who fled from a psychiatric institution. I don't want him near my five-year-old daughter." Her voice trembled like she was scared to