Also by Stacy Claflin
An Alex Mercer Thriller
Girl in Trouble
Turn Back Time
Little Lies
Against All Odds
Curse of the Moon
Lost Wolf
Chosen Wolf
Hunted Wolf
Broken Wolf
Cursed Wolf
Secret Jaguar
Fall Into Romance
Lost in Romance
Gone
Gone
Held
Over
The Gone Trilogy
Dean's List
Indigo Bay Sweet Romance Series
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Reunion (Coming Soon)
The Hunters
Seaside Surprises
Seaside Heartbeats
Seaside Dances
Seaside Kisses
Seaside Christmas
Bayside Wishes
Bayside Evenings
Bayside Promises
Bayside Destinies
The Hunters: A Collection
The Transformed
Deception
Betrayal
Forgotten
Ascension
Duplicity
Sacrifice
Destroyed
Transcend
Entangled
Dauntless
Obscured
Partition
Fallen (The Transformed Prequel)
Silent Bite: A Transformed Christmas
Hidden Intentions
Saved by a Vampire
Sweet Desire
Valhalla's Curse
Renegade Valkyrie
Standalone
The Transformed Series - Four Books
The Transformed Box Set
No Return
Tiny Bites
Haunted
When Tomorrow Starts Without me
Contents
Title Page
Taken
Family
Concerned
Interrupted
Phone
Dizzy
Awkward
Box
Overwhelmed
Looking
Layers
Hooky
Distractions
Clue
Out
Connection
Entrance
Tired
Coincidences
Plotting
Held
Recognition
Waiting
Questions
Flashbacks
Parched
Reconnecting
Anticipation
Grateful
Raging
Arrival
Refreshed
Playing
Desperate
Negotiation
Remembering
Mistake
Breakfast
Update
Balance
Terror
Hopeless
Goodbye
Beautiful
Newcomer
Decision
Shock
Realization
Allies
Anger
Unfolding
Fear
Alone
Chaos
Attempt
Despairing
Plan
Reveal
Lead
Locked
Action
Rattled
Lose
Judgment
Searching
Inside
Close
Cease
Over
Little Lies
Other Books
Author's Note
TURN BACK TIME
AN ALEX MERCER THRILLER
by Stacy Claflin
http://www.stacyclaflin.com
Copyright ©2017 Stacy Claflin. All rights reserved.
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Taken
The large dilapidated building loomed in front of Lottie Mills as she hefted the bags into her arms and lumbered up the cracked walkway. Glowing rays from the setting sun behind her made it seem even more ominous than usual. She carefully avoided the raised areas in the cement where tree roots had long ago destroyed the path. A faded sign welcoming her to the Meriwether complex had profanities spray-painted across it and the scent of marijuana hung in the air. Shouts of an argument came from an open window inside the old apartment building. A baby cried somewhere. Glass shattered not far away.
Lottie picked up her pace and pushed open the chipped, muddy glass door. She passed the long-broken elevator and hurried up two flights of stairs, stepping over a young man who passed out just before the second level. The hallway on the third level reeked of dirty diapers. She made her way to unit three-thirty-two. The two hung upside down, as always. Lottie knocked with her elbow, not wanting to set the bags of food on the ground.
Shrieks from excited children sounded from inside the apartment. The door opened, and Sydney Kelly appeared with a frazzled smile. The dark circles under her eyes had gotten worse, and she had what looked like a bruise on her cheek underneath makeup. The younger woman pulled some light brown hair behind her ear and adjusted the toddler on her hip. “Thank you for bringing the groceries.”
Lottie stepped inside and set the bags on the table between fast food wrappers and some half-eaten candy. “It’s not much, but I hope it helps.”
Sydney put the child on a chair. “It always does. Thanks again. I wish I could do something to repay you.”
Lottie glanced at the makeup-covered bruise. “You could let me help you with that.”
“I can’t. I need him.”
A boy and a girl ran into the room and chased each other around the adults.
Lottie smiled at them and turned back to their mom. “Someday when you’re able, help out someone else in need.”
“I can’t see that day ever coming, but okay.”
“I’d stay and help with dinner, but I have some more food to deliver.”
Sydney sighed. “How is it you’re the only one who’s made anything of your life since—” She glanced at the kids playing happily. “—well, you know?”
“I’m not the only one.” Lottie thought of her son and daughter-in-law, who were doing even better than she was. “But I’m glad to help if you want to look for a better job.”
“I’m not sure Joey would…” Her voice trailed off for a moment and her hand rested on the bruised cheek. “I should get this food put away. Thanks again.”
“Always glad to help.”
Sydney grabbed a bag. “Come on, Trula, help me out.”
“Aw, do I have to? I…” The girl trailed off after looking at her mother's face and picked up a bag to carry.
Lottie waved and headed out, closing the door behind her. In th
e hall, she was hit with the stench of dirty diapers again. She held her breath, hurried down the stairs and out the building, and gulped in the air outside. It wasn’t much better with the weed smoke drifting from somewhere. Yelling sounded from inside.
Hurrying, Lottie made her way to her little sedan across the street. She drove just a few blocks before stopping again to hand out some more food. Her stomach growled since she’d yet to have her own dinner.
“Just a few more minutes.” Lottie patted her belly and then pulled her messy, graying golden-copper hair into a loose bun. She topped it with an old, stained sun hat. There were many ogling eyes where she was going, and far too often her locks garnered her unwanted attention. It was best to get in and out as quickly as she could.
She got out, pulled some more plastic grocery bags from the trunk, and headed down the alleyway between two abandoned shops, now overrun with squatters. Once she reached the alley, the odors of alcohol and urine made her gag.
It saddened her that these people had to live like that. If only she could do more, but she already gave them more than she should. She was fortunate that her son and daughter-in-law were so generous with her, or she could never afford to help Sydney or any of the others.
Lottie stepped over a puddle of she-didn’t-want-to-know-what, since it hadn’t rained recently. Laughter roared down an alley to her right. A scuffle sounded on the left. She took a deep breath and quickened her pace. As nervous as some of the homeless made her, they weren’t the ones she truly feared. Wherever Lottie went, even in her safe little backyard, she watched for them. She would never stop.
Finally, she made it to the old department store, where some of the families lived. It hurt her heart that children lived here. Some people had suggested she report them to family services, but tearing those precious little ones from their loving parents would shatter her heart to pieces.
Once inside, Lottie headed for the back of the building, smiling at all the children who crossed her path. She slid them packs of fruit snacks until she had no more.
“Thanks, Miss Lottie.” The little girl in loose, dirty pigtails who’d gotten the last pack smiled at her. She showed off a gap in her front teeth.
“Did you lose another tooth, Reyna?”
She nodded, but her smiled faded. “I wish the tooth fairy came here.”
Lottie set down a bag, dug into her jeans’ pocket, and pulled out a quarter. “I found this outside. Maybe she dropped it on the way in here.”
Reyna’s eyes widened. “You think so?”
“I do.” Lottie put the quarter in the girl’s palm and picked up the grocery bag. “Don’t lose that.”
The little girl rubbed it between her thumb and first finger. “I won’t!” She scampered away, giggling.
Lottie stepped over a broken, grimy mannequin and made her way to the back where the three families she visited weekly lived. She gave each family one overstuffed bag, made some small talk, and rushed outside, eager to get to her clean, safe home before her own groceries went bad in the trunk.
Just before she came to the street, a man holding a half-empty booze bottle stepped out in front of her. He smiled, showing more missing teeth than little Reyna.
“Excuse me.” Lottie stepped to the side, careful not to make eye contact.
He moved in front of her again. “Up for a good time?”
She glared at him. “My burly son is expecting to hear from me. If he doesn’t, he’s coming right here to find me.”
The man held her gaze for a moment, but then stepped to the side.
Lottie hurried out to the street and breathed a sigh of relief. Her car was only a block away. She turned toward it, and a stocky, dark-haired, bearded man just taller than she was stepped out from behind a faded blue van.
Her blood ran cold. “I-I thought you were in jail.”
“I was. Thanks to you and your brat.”
She struggled to breathe normally. Her car wasn’t far. She needed to make a run for it.
The man stepped closer. Two more jumped out from behind the vehicle.
Lottie recognized them, also. She spun around and bolted away from them and her car. Multiple hands grabbed onto her, squeezing. She screamed. A large palm covered her mouth and nails dug into her cheeks and under her jaw. They dragged her toward the van and opened its side door.
The men shoved her inside. A rough, unfinished box resembling a coffin sat open on the floor. She fought harder, but they forced her inside. Someone hit her on the head. The lid came down over her, shrouding her in darkness.
She yelled and pushed on the lid with all her strength, using her hands and feet.
A lock clicked into place.
Family
Alex Mercer read over his blog post one last time, checking for errors. There were none that he could see, but then again, his grammar sucked. Luckily his readers weren’t usually worried about that. He pressed publish and waited until it went live. One quick glance showed everything looked good.
His new blog had really taken off thanks to his dad’s help. Dad’s blog had come a long way from its early days. It had started out as a humorous sports blog, but had morphed into so much more, gaining popularity over the years until it had earned him a book deal which had turned him into a New York Times bestselling author.
With Dad’s expertise and some shout-outs from his blog, Alex’s had taken off quickly. People had really responded to the topic, and now he had multiple emails daily from people asking him to post for them to get the word out about their missing friends and family.
It felt great to help, and now the blog was even starting to bring in a little extra money. Ideally, between that and being Dad’s assistant—Alex was working on a better title—he would hopefully be able to get his own place soon. But if his parents had their way, he’d never leave.
He stretched and stood up. Ariana should be getting home from her soccer practice soon. The squealing of bus brakes sounded outside. Perfect timing.
Alex hurried downstairs and threw open the door before she got there. Ari faced the bus and waved to her friends, her dark ponytail bouncing back and forth. She turned around and her face lit up when she saw Alex.
He’d been meeting her after school for almost six months, but it still felt like the first day.
Ari ran up the driveway and threw her arms around him. She clung to him, and he swung her around.
“Did you have a good day?” He set her down.
“I made two goals!” She squealed, and her entire face lit up with excitement.
“You still won’t let me watch you practice?” Alex took her backpack and moved aside for her to come in.
Ari kicked off her shoes. “Not until our first game, Daddy.” She poked her head down the stairs of the tri-level. “Hi, Grandpa!”
“Hey, honey! I’ll be up in a few.”
“Okay!” Ari turned back to Alex. “Can we have a snack? I’m starving.”
“Anything you want.” Alex ruffled her hair. “Sorry, I think I just messed up your ponytail.”
Ari shrugged, obviously not caring. She threw her bag in the family room and ran up the stairs, skipping every other step.
Alex’s mom stepped out of the kitchen. “Just a small snack. We’re having dinner soon.”
“Aw,” Ari complained, but she gave her grandma a hug when she reached the top of the stairs.
She kissed the top of Ari’s head. “Dinner’s more important, sweetie. Do you have homework?”
“Always.”
They all went into the kitchen. “Alex, why don’t you get her some fruit and water while she gets her homework set up?”
“Sure.” He grabbed an orange and a banana from the hanging fruit basket and put them on the kitchen table before filling a couple glasses with water.
They settled in, and Alex helped Ari with her math. The aromas from dinner smelled delicious, and Alex realized how hungry he was. His stomach growled loudly. Ari looked at him and giggled.
He
leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s focus on your equations.”
She made a noise imitating his stomach and laughed again.
His mom turned to him. “You definitely have a mini-me.”
“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Alex teased.
“Hey!” Ari exclaimed.
“Don’t worry,” Mom said. “He was worse.”
“Hey!” Alex said in the same tone Ari had.
She scrunched up her face at him, but then grinned.
Alex’s heart warmed. Moving back home to be close to Ari had been the best decision he’d ever made. Spending every day after school with her was so much better than his previous twice-yearly visits. Now he couldn’t imagine ever going back to his old life.
Ari made faces at him, trying to get him to laugh. She had him wrapped around her finger, and she knew it.
He gave her a quick hug. “Let’s finish up this assignment, and then hopefully we’ll have time to play before dinner.”
Her eyes widened. “Video games?”
Alex nodded. “If you hurry.”
She turned back to the math book.
Dad came into the kitchen and turned to Alex. “Did you talk to my editor?”
“Yeah, but he couldn’t move the deadline.”
He frowned. “And you told him about—?”
“I brought up everything. Still no. Sorry.”
Dad raked his fingertips through his hair. “Looks like I’m going to have to pull some all-nighters to get this done on time.”
“Want me to brew some coffee?” Mom asked.
He kissed her on the lips. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re the best wife in the world?”
“I think someone might have mentioned it once.” She gave him a teasing glance and grabbed his butt.
Alex looked away and shook his head. Some things never changed, and he had a feeling they never would. He could picture them white-haired and wrinkled, and still grabbing each other and flirting shamelessly. That would be many years in the future, though. Still in their forties, Mom had her long auburn hair and Dad his full head of dark hair. They shouldn’t have been grandparents to an eleven-year-old, but Alex had only been fourteen when she was born.