Page 60 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Get him!” Daddy yelled and pointed at him.
Frankie stared as Daddy and Dominic grabbed the man’s arms and held him still. He didn’t even fight back. What was he planning on doing?
“Sweetheart,” Daddy called out, but she continued to stare at the man. “Baby. Frankie, look at Daddy.”
She turned her head and looked at him. His face was full of worry.
“Can you call Baxter for me?” he asked. “I put his phone number in your phone the other day, so you don’t have to get close to pull mine out of my pocket. But I need you to call him and tell him we have the guy who attacked you.”
She could do that, right? It was just a simple phone call, but Frankie found herself staring at Daddy and then back to the guy who’s attacked her instead of calling Sheriff Baxter.
“Frankie,” Daddy instructed. “Call Baxter. Reach into your pocket, open your phone up, and call Baxter. Good girl. I can hear it ringing. When he picks up, I want you to tell him me and Dominic are holding the guy who attacked you and killed the person next door.”
This man could have killed her. He could have done anything to her, and she wouldn’t have been able to fight back.
“Hello? This is Baxter, who’s calling?” Sheriff Baxter said through the phone.
“Daddy and Dominic are holding the man who threatened me,” she whispered, staring at the man.
He had a smirk on his face and was looking right back at her. He didn’t look worried that he was the sheriff was coming.
“I’m on my way,” Sheriff Baxter informed her before hanging up.
“Good girl,” Daddy praised her. “I’m so proud of you for calling him. Now, you can go to my office while we wait for Baxter. You don’t need to look at him.”
But Frankie didn’t move. She needed to see him being taken into custody. What if he tried something and he ended up getting away, again? She wasn’t going to take that chance.
“Why don’t you sit down on the ground?” Dominic suggested. “Give your legs a break.”
And so she sat, but Frankie didn’t take her eyes off her attacker. Any longer on her legs and she would’ve fallen to the ground. Too much had happened in a short period of time, and she wanted to sit and not think about anything for a while.
“Why?” she whispered. “Why come here?”
It didn’t make any sense. He had to know he would get caught and be taken in. Unless he wanted that to happen.
“Unfinished business with someone in the penitentiary,” he growled. “This is the easiest way. Can’t wait another five years for him to get out.”
That didn’t make any sense at all, but Frankie didn’t ask any more questions. She didn’t want to know anything else.
“I’m here!” Sheriff Baxter shouted out as he came rushing into the room.
Frankie kept her eyes on the man as Sheriff Baxter stormed over, arrested him, and cuffed him.
“You are under arrest for the murder of—” Sheriff started to say as he walked out.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispered from in front of her. “I’m right here. The bad man is getting taken away, so you don’t have to worry anymore.”
Frankie leaned back and lay down on the ground, closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths in. Her attacker was in custody. She didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Everything was going to be just fine.
“Come on, baby.” Daddy grabbed her hand. “Let’s get you home and in bed.”
“Snuggles?” She cracked one eye open to look at Daddy.
He chuckled. “All the snuggles you want. First, I’ll make you a bottle of warm chocolate milk, and then we can snuggle in bed.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Chocolate, ew. Want strawberry.”
“I knew I liked her for a reason other than her charm. She and I are on the same team. Team Strawberry Milk!” Dominic raised his hand in the air.
