He’d hoped he’d gotten through to Will earlier, maybe triggered some memories, but apparently not. The boy would rather go back to his abuser than stay with him. That hurt. “If you need to go somewhere, I’ll be glad to drive you,” he said. Will spun around toward him, his eyes wild with fright. Brody’s pulse clamored as he realized that Will was afraid of him. Or maybe he’d thought he was someone else? Will wrapped his hands around the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip. “You’d take me?” he asked. Brody grimaced at the scars on his knuckles. “That depends on where you were going. You want to take me to the man who kidnapped you and Hank?” Will glared at him. “No.” “Then like it or not, you’re under my supervision. It’s here or back to jail.”
