The Baby Trade part 4 (A Summer Black serial)
by Jochem Vandersteen
My hands were shaking and my back was sweaty. I was in my car but had to relax myself before I could drive. I was just too worked up to drive safely.
I’d seen a lot of death and violence in the Army, I had even killed there. That was violence from a distance mostly, though. Guns firing, seeing people drop more or less in the distance as a result. Non-personal. Delivering violence like I had just done to Donny was different. Messy. Eye to eye with blood, fear. I did my share of hand-to-hand combat in the Army, but that was during training, not during actual fights. I wasn’t sure where the darkness came from that made me able to do to another human being like what I did to Donny. Maybe it was the rage still deep inside of me about what the johns and pimps did to me when I was still on the streets. Maybe just anger about what assholes like Donny to women.
I took a few deep breaths. I had to focus on getting Charlene back. I had to get to that lawyer.
I took my cell phone and called the number on the business card, dialing *67 in front of the number so the receiving end wouldn’t see my caller ID.
“Ecclestone,” a deep voice answered.
“Hello? This is June White. I heard you’re specialized in adoption?” I’m afraid I’m not that good at coming up with aliases.
“That’s right. Are you looking to adopt?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“Good. I might be able to help you. Visit my office tomorrow morning at nine.”
“Great, I’ll be there,” I said and disconnected.
So, that went easy so far. I wasn’t exactly sure how I was going to handle the visit to Ecclestone. I’d probably end up improvising. I do a lot of improvising when I help out old sisters. I’m not really trained for the stuff I do, but I seem to have a knack for it.
I drove home, made a sandwich, drank some water and took a long shower before turning in.