CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Sergeant!” Scuddamore approached Watters at a run. “The women have caught him!”
“Caught who? The child stealer?” Watters asked.
“Yes, Sergeant! They’re bringing him in now!” Scuddamore pointed along Bell Street, where a group of women was dragging along a man. The women were shouting, screaming a***e, and alternatively punching, slapping, and kicking at their prisoner, who tried to defend himself with his hands.
Watters left the office at a run. “Leave that man alone!” He pushed past the outliers of the crowd. “I’ll take care of him!”
The man was reeling, trying to protect himself as two or three women attacked him at once. His face was bruised and bleeding, while his shirt hung in tatters and one leg of his trousers flapped open. He limped, with his left boot missi
