Mini Reid (Book 3 in the Boss's Niece series #Wattys2016)

Janet

"The reason she kidnaps couples is so that the husband of one will rape the wife of the other the same way Sam's friends raped Janet and to have the husband watch, the same way Sam did." I explained to the team and Penelope, who was in the phone.

"It makes sense. She could want revenge on her husband for not doing anything." Derek said.

"From the look of the entry, she probably would've recreated Mike's last doing away with her since it meant the most. No one was there when he had his way with her. He did much worst without an audience." added Spencer.

"Or all three." JJ finished. "Or, four if you include that last one. It was explain why she keeps them for such a long time. She makes the husband rape the wife the same way she was over the days she has them."

"I really don't need to be hearing this." Penelope said. "Why did you call?"

"I need you to find Mike's address. I have a feeling that's where she is." I said.

I heard typing as Penelope typed. I turned to look at Spencer, who was smiling at me. I smiled back and winked at him.

Not the time to be flirting with your husband, Melanie.

"Okay, found him! I'm gonna send the address to your phones. Garcia out!"

We got the address and were off.

•

We pulled up to Sam's house. It was a bit nerve wracking not knowing what we were about to find.

We approached the door and we could hear yelling.

"DO IT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!"

Janet. I don't know how I knew, but I did. We made sure to stand clear before Derek kicked down the door.

"JUST DO IT!"

We followed the voice to the living room and, wow, it was quite a scene.

Two women, Stacy and Jenny, were sitting on the couch. Both were clothed. Janet was being pinned against the wall by two men who looked as scared as Stacy and Jenny. Drew and Harold. Janet was half naked. A man was standing, at Janet like she was insane. This was Mike. She was recreating the rape.

Janet had a gun in her hand. Even with Drew pinning her arm to the wall, she still managed to point it at Mike.

"You said you'd have to try again some time." she sneered. "Look at the audience you have here. Do it. Do what you did to me that night."

"I didn't do anything to you, Janet. You're insane. No wonder Sam left you." Mike said.

"You did do something, Mike. You had your way with me. You did it over and over. You did it like there was no tomorrow. You always wanted that, Mike. I could see it in your eyes. Why don't you do it now? Huh? Is it because I'm letting you? Is it because I'm letting you do me?"

"Janet Martian." Uncle Aaron said, his gun still drawn. "Put the weapon down."

Janet turned her head to attempt to look at us.

"Look Mikey! A bigger audience!" she said. "Sure, they won't applaud you as much as Brett and Tray and Sam did, but they'll watch. So do it. Do what you did to my that night."

"Put your pants on, Janet, you're under arrest." Derek said.

"Not until he did what he did to me that night." she said.

"I'm not gonna do it, Janet. I was drunk. Whatever I did to you, I don't remember." Mike said.

"Then admit you've always wanted to do me."

Janet wriggled out of Drew and Harold's grip to turn and look at Mike. She extended his gun to him, her eyes dark.

"Drop the weapon Janet." Derek said.

"Admit it. Admit it!" she yelled.

"Janet. Drop the weapon."

"Admit it Mike!"

"I'm not gonna say it again, Janet. Drop. Your. Weapon."

She didn't listen. She was about to pull the trigger, but Derek did first. He shot her. She fell backwards and dropped her weapon. My eyes widened. I watched someone else be killed. This was the second person I ever seen killed. The first, I killed myself.

"Mike, you're under arrest for the rape of Janet Martian." David said, cuffing Mike. "You'll learn how she felt when you go to prison."

"I didn't do anything! I swear! It was Brett and Tray! They raped her! It wasn't me!" Mike exclaimed as David yanked him out of the house.

I turned to Spencer, sadness in my eyes. She didn't have to die. She didn't deserve to die. She was the victim. She was the one who was raped four times while her husband watched and did nothing.

Spender hugged me. I rested my head on his chest and looked at the victims. Stacy and Janet, distraught in their husbands arms. Janet, dead.