Emil swallowed hard, and his knobby fingers started to twiddle with Mouse’s ears. She let him do whatever he pleased, it seemed. Makai wondered if it was possible she knew how hard this was for Emil.
“It was one of the henchmen, I guess. They knocked me out in the van, so I wouldn’t scream. They… they had me for ten days. Before the FBI found me.”
“Kidnapped minor?”
“Oh yeah. It was a whole mess of FBI and DEA by then, with all the local forces and townspeople from here and Mercer trying to find me.” Emil smiled in a self-deprecating way that made Makai’s heart hurt.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Makai needed to have something in his hands to fiddle with. The label of a beer bottle seemed like a good option right then
“Uh….”
“I’m having a beer. If I’m gonna talk about this stuff, I need a drink.” Makai hoped his tone sounded better to Emil than it did to himself. Fucking PTSD.
“Can I get one too?”
“Sure.”