I turned, located a security camera on the wall directly across from her desk that was looking right at her. “See that?”
“Yeah?”
“David hacked the bank’s security system and he’s watching you right now.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled up the app that was connected to David’s program. It had a green, all clear banner prominent across the top. “If anything appears out of the normal, he’ll notify me and I’ll be here in seconds.”
She glanced toward the front of the bank. I could almost read her thoughts. The front was all glass, and she was only ten or fifteen feet from it. What if someone made an attempt on her from out there? She was practically sitting in a fish bowl, vulnerable to just about anything.
I moved behind her and leaned close so that I was speaking directly into her ear where no one else could hear.
“Whoever killed the security guard picked late at night most likely because of the reduced chance of being seen. A perpetrator like that would not make an attempt on you in broad daylight where anyone and his dog might see him.”
She nodded, but I could still feel the tension rolling off of her. I laid my hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly.
“I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t think you were safe.”
She nodded again, but her eyes flicked to that wall of glass again. I didn’t know what else to do to set her mind at ease, so instead of walking the perimeter as I had planned to do, I took a seat in the lobby for the time being. I watched her for hours, waiting for the scared glances and the tension to stop. And, slowly, as she got into her work and long conversations with the people who came in to ask for loans, they did stop. I chose a moment when she was preoccupied to get up and slip out the front door.
The bank sat on a busy street with businesses on either side of it. There was a narrow alley on one side and the wider alley where employees parked their car on the other. Customers were required to park out back where there was a large lot that supplied all five business on this block. I walked around, noting the placement of the security cameras. There were multiple cameras on the outside of the building that should have caught any activity that took place late Monday night. But, as Ash had said, there were no security cameras outside the closed bakery where the actual shooting appeared to have taken place.
No cameras meant no real evidence of what had happened.
I walked back to the employee parking area where Kate’s car still sat. I walked around it, looking for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Everything seemed fine at first glance. But then I began to notice little things.
There was loose gravel on the asphalt that was thicker along the area that came right up against the building. But where Kate’s car was parked, these rocks looked like they’d been brushed aside, as though someone pushed them out of the way so that they could kneel comfortably there. Could have been the cops. But something told me it wasn’t.
And then there were tool marks on the bumper. There were still metal shavings there, so they were clearly new.
And when I knelt, in the same place where the rocks had been brushed aside, I could see that someone had loosened a couple of bolts that held the bumper in place.
I knew that my experience always made my head jump to what was obvious to me—that someone was setting an explosive on the car. But that was my military training. That was my expertise. It didn’t necessarily apply here. But it was clear someone had been messing with Kate’s car recently.
I tugged my phone out of my pocket and placed a call.
“Can you meet me at the First Premiere Bank in Santa Monica?”
***
Emily Warren was younger than most people might expect. At thirty-three, she already held the rank of lieutenant. Of average height and build, her curves hidden under a man’s suit jacket that was required to hide her shoulder holster, she could have been just any woman in the business world, running off to make sure the boss has his coffee on time. But, in truth, she would probably shoot the boss rather than run to get him coffee.
“Donovan,” she said as she approached me in the alley. “Haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“Haven’t had any cases that crossed your radar,” I said, as I watched her, loving that small smile that always slipped across her lips when she saw me.
I thought she had a little crush on me. Kirkland insisted I was wrong. He thought she had a thing for him. But maybe we were both just a little right.
“How’s Jack?”
She shrugged. “He’s chief of police. He’s always too busy.”
She stopped just a foot or so in front of me and let her eyes move slowly over the length of me. I’d dressed a little more conservatively today in honor of coming to the bank. I still had on jeans, but I’d put on a dark button down that I actually tucked in with a loose blazer that was designed with the same concealment purpose as hers. My 9mm was tucked against my ribs, a comforting presence despite the benevolent intent of the day.
“You look nice.”
“You’ve seen me in a blazer before.”
“Yeah, but it’s always a treat.”
She winked and then turned toward Kate’s car. “This it?”
“Yeah.”
She squatted and looked at the same tool marks I’d mentioned in my call to her. Then she stood and looked up to where the nearest camera was.
“Too far out of the frame.”
“Probably why they chose the front bumper instead of the back. Back would have been easier for placement.”
She nodded. “Well, I’ll call the detectives working the case, find out if they noticed any of this.”
“Do you know if they’ve made any progress?”
She shrugged. “They’re still leaning toward the whole burglary-gone-wrong theory. They have tape of the front of the bank that shows the security guard letting Miss Thompson out the doors. Then a full minute later, Miss Thompson comes running back. The security guard opens the door, and they have a conversation at the doors. She points to the side alley a couple of times. The security guard appears to decide to go check out whatever she’s telling him. Then they both move out of camera range.”
“What about these cameras over here?”
“Don’t show anything but Miss Thompson pausing at the mouth of the alley.” She pointed toward the street. “She comes out of the bank and walks to the edge of the building. But then she stops and stares down the alley. Something upsets her and she turns, running back to the front doors.”
“The cameras don’t catch anything else?”
“No. If there was someone here, in the alley, he knew where the cameras were and how to stay out of their range.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, staring at the bumper of Kate’s car.
“This makes me nervous.”
“It could be nothing.”
“Or it could be something.”
“The detectives on the case think that the security guard caught a couple of burglars breaking into cars parked in the area. They were probably kids who panicked when they saw him. And then Miss Thompson, instead of staying in the relative safety of the security cameras, followed him and they went after her only to get interrupted by something. A passing car, probably.”
I agreed. It sounded plausible. But it still bothered me, the tool marks on her car. If they were just stealing radios out of the cars, why mess with her bumper?
“Okay.”
I gestured for her to walk back up the alley. I followed, my thoughts still working out what she’d told me. I couldn’t see someone being that cautious with the security cameras just to turn around and shoot a man dead practically in the middle of the street. But what other explanation could there be?
Emily turned to me when we reached her car, laying a hand affectionately on the center of my chest.
“I know this one is personal to you.” She smiled when my eyes narrowed. “Ash was worried.”
“He doesn’t need to worry.”
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“I’m just doing my job, Em.”
“I know that. But I can also see that you’re worried. So I want you to promise me that you’ll let me and my colleagues do our jobs.”
“I’m not—”
“Please, Donovan. I know you. Just promise me.”
I hated that she was asking this of me. Emily knew if I made a promise I would stick to it even if things changed. Even if what I’d promised could compromise my safety. It was who I was, who the military taught me to be. And she was taking advantage of that fact.
“I promise I won’t interfere with you and your colleagues doing your job.”
She squinted at me a little, as if she wasn’t quite sure if she should accept that. But then she let her hand fall to her side.
“I guess I’ll have to take that.”
“Just make sure you find these idiots soon.”
“That I can’t promise, but I will promise that I will put as much pressure on Jack’s people as I dare.”
“I guess I’ll have to accept that.”
She smiled. “That’s the Donovan we all know and love.”
She rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me gently on my cheek. I caught her around her waist and pulled her close for a brief second. Then I opened her car door and helped her inside. I watched her drive away before I turned to the front of the bank and caught Kate watching me from her desk.
Chapter 9
Kate
“She’s pretty,” I said, as we walked into the house.
“Who is?”
“Your girlfriend. Is she older than you?”
Donovan didn’t answer. He simply moved around me to grab a soda out of the fridge.
“Hungry?”
I brushed past him, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bag in the living room.
“Why do you feel this need to hide things from me?”
“Who said I was hiding anything?” He glanced at me as he cut open a bag of frozen vegetables, pouring half the contents into a saucepan. “There are just some things that I don’t feel you need to know.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my client, not my friend.”
For some reason, that cut right through me. I spun on my heel and started for my bedroom, but then I turned around again.
“How can you divide things up like that? We practically grew up together.”
“We did.”
“And then you left—”
“—at your request.”
“It’s just stupid. You know everything about my personal life. Why can’t I know about yours?”
“Because that’s not the way this works.” He turned from the chicken he was cutting up. “I need to know about you because that’s the only way I’m going to protect you.”
“So we spend the next few days living together and I’m not supposed to ask personal questions?”
“You can ask whatever you want. I just won’t promise to answer them.”
He turned back to his work, tossing the diced chicken into the saucepan with the frozen vegetables.
“What are you making?”
“Stir fry.”
I shook my head, going to the stove and taking a sauté pan out of the drawer underneath. I grabbed his saucepan and tossed the concoction inside the new pan, pouring a little oil over the whole thing so that it wouldn’t stick.
“You have to give it all room to cook evenly.”
“Thank you,” he said, wiping his hands dry since he’d just washed them, ignoring everything I was doing behind him.
“Where’d you learn to cook? Or am I not supposed to ask that, either?”
“Ash.”
“Ash cooks?”
He glanced at me, catching the sudden interest in my voice. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk.”
I shrugged. “You can kiss women in front of my bank, but I can’t ask questions about your boss. That’s really fair.”
“I didn’t kiss her.”
“You did. I saw you.”
“She kissed me.”
“And that makes a difference?”
“It does to me.”
“Who is she, anyway?”
He was quiet again, clearly uninterested in quelling my curiosity.
I pushed the meat and vegetables around with my spoon, my anger stewing just like the food. “Do you make a habit of letting women kiss on you while you’re at work?”
“I thought we had this conversation last night.”
“Did we?”
“You seem awfully obsessed with my romantic life.”
I glanced at him and caught the teasing light in his eyes before he turned away, taking a long swallow of his soda. I found myself almost wishing I was that bottle. A stupid thought if there ever was one. But then my eyes moved over his hands, and I remembered how those hands felt on my skin, how the heat from his palm on my breast made me gasp once upon a time.
“You’re blushing again.”
“I am not.”
I turned my attention back to the food, pushing it off the burner.
“It’s done.”
He came up behind me to look, purposely pushing his body up against mine. But he was the one who was surprised when I turned and slipped my finger through the space between the buttons on the front of his shirt and tugged him a little closer.
“I think you like playing games with me. I think you like to keep me in the dark because you get off on the fact that I’m curious at all.”
“Who’s playing games with whom?” He brushed a piece of hair away from my eyes, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “One minute you hate me and the next you act like a jealous bitch.”
“You don’t know a bitch if you think—”
I never got a chance to finish what I was trying to say. He kissed me. Not a subtle, brushing of the lips, but a hard, passionate kiss that threatened to push me back onto the hot burner even as his hand came around my waist and caught me. I could feel his tongue against my lips, could feel him knocking and asking for entrance. And even though I knew I shouldn’t, I opened to him. I pushed myself up on my tiptoes and I kissed him back, my tongue dancing with his before he pushed it out of the way and made an exploration that was more thorough than any I’d experienced in a very long time.
I slid my hand up over his jaw and felt his muscles moving just under my palm. His hair was too short to bury my fingers in, but I could still hold him close, so much closer, even as my other hand wandered over his waist, sliding under his jacket to touch his denim-covered ass. His body was so tight, his thigh moving between my legs like a tree trunk. He pushed himself so close to me that I could feel the pressure of him against my throbbing clit, my skirt riding up along my legs to give him all the access he could want. As his hand slid over my hip, he gripped my thigh and pulled my leg up against his side.
I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. There was something primitive about the way my body responded to him, something that overrode all the common sense that normally ruled my actions. My fingers curled and buried themselves in his flesh, pulling him close and refusing to let go. However, he clearly wasn’t as lost in the moment as I was.
“I’m sorry,” he said, letting go of me and stumbling backward. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
He glanced up at something high on the wall, clearing his throat as he stumbled back against the opposite counter. I followed his glance, but I couldn’t see anything. If there was a camera there, it was very small.
“Enjoy your dinner,” I said.
I rushed out of the room, grabbing my things and hiding away behind the closed door of my bedroom.
Fuck him!
If he didn’t want me, that was his problem. Not mine. I was beautiful. There were dozens of men who’d be willing to share my bed tonight. All I had to do was pick up a phone and call one of them. What did I need him for?
So why did I feel like he�
�d just crushed my heart under his heel?
***
I don’t know when I fell asleep. I thought I was never going to sleep. I watched a dozen episodes of Friends on Netflix, so many that my brain was beginning to feel like mush. It was sometime after I switched to cable and the lifetime movie of the week reruns that I finally drifted off, I guess. But I felt like it had only been a few seconds when I felt him shake my shoulder.
“Don—”
“Shh,” he said, pressing two fingers to my lips.
He was shirtless, but he had on a pair of jeans and sneakers. And a gun. He had a gun in his hand.
He tugged my arm and pulled me out of bed, his arm wrapped around my waist as he led me back down the hall to the living room. We were nearly to the garage and the SUV when I realized he was taking me out of the house wearing nothing but a shirt.
“Donovan, I don’t have any clothes on.”
He didn’t respond. He simply pushed me out the garage door and set me unceremoniously in the passenger seat of the SUV. Then he came around and climbed behind the wheel, pulling out of the garage so quickly that he probably left tire marks on the cement floor.
“Where are we going?”
“There’s a safe house about a mile from here.”
“Safe house?”
“There’ll be clothes there.”
He didn’t say anything else. And I was frightened enough not to ask anything else.
After a short drive, we pulled into the garage attached to a nondescript house in the middle of a street that sported dozens of nondescript houses. Donovan came around the side of the SUV and helped me out, keeping his arm around my waist as he led the way inside.
“We’re here,” he said. But it was pretty obvious he wasn’t talking to me.
The house was about the same size as mine. The kitchen was larger, big enough to sport a small table in the back corner. It was open to the living room, which appeared to be empty from where we were. And there was a small hallway that led to the back of the house, presumably where the bedrooms were.
Donovan led the way to the living room and directed me to a couch.
“What’s going on?”
“One of the motion detectors went off outside your house.”
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