SOLD TO A KILLER

by Evelyn Glass

  “Thanks for getting them involved.” I gestured to where Amanda and Scott had been sitting, and she shrugged.

  “I want to get this sorted just as much as you do, you know,” she replied, meeting my gaze defiantly. There we were, alone, no one to bother us—with just enough time for me to reach out and touch her, or kiss her, or—

  Before I could let that train of thought go any further, Scott re-emerged from outside and took his seat back at the table.

  “What were you two talking about?” he asked, looking between us. Maybe he could sense the atmosphere in the room. He would have to be half-blind not to.

  “Oh, nothing.” I shrugged. “So, shall we get back to it?”

  For the time being, at least, we would have to put the kiss behind us. Because nothing and I mean nothing, was going to get in the way of the investigation into who had hurt my daughter—and whether or not they were planning to do it again.

  Chapter Nine

  I let my head drop back against the edge of the bath. Mmm. After everything that had happened since Ella had spotted that man through her window, getting some time to myself seemed like a luxury.

  The hot bath water felt as though it was poaching me slowly—not that I minded. I felt my eyes begin to drift shut, and wondered if I might be able to fall asleep right then and there. But before I could, my phone began to buzz on top of the toilet, and my eyes flew open.

  I had been jumpier than usual—the long hours combined with the strangeness of what was going on with Jazz and Ella had me on edge, and it took me a second to get my breathing in check as I reached for my cell. I checked the name on the screen. Lucy was calling. I flicked open the phone, and held it to my ear.

  “Hello?” I murmured, trying to keep my voice low so as not to blow this air of relaxation I’d worked so hard to earn.

  “Hey, Moan.” Lucy sounded…well, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but she didn’t sound like her. I sat up straight in the bath, the water shifting loudly around me.

  “What’s up?” I demanded, and she took a deep breath. She sounded shaken, even though she’d only spoken a couple of words to me. I’d kept her updated with everything that was going on, and she’d been so good at keeping me calm and under control in the face of all that ridiculousness. But now, she needed my help. I could feel it.

  “Last night,” she began, letting the words hang between us for a moment before she carried on. “I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard a noise.”

  “Yeah?” I prompted her.

  “And…and I got out of bed to see what it was,” she continued. “And there was someone at my window.”

  A cold flush ran up and down my scalp. Jesus Christ.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and not give away how freaked out I was at this revelation.

  “I mean…I saw someone, he was climbing back down the pipe that’s outside my bedroom window when I got there,” she explained. “And I thought I was going crazy, but when I went outside the next morning, I found footprints leading up to where I’d seen him.”

  “Fuck me, Luce,” I muttered. Had I had something to do with this? Had they figured out her connection to me, and were now trying to freak her out to get me off the scent? I felt like a character in some overwrought crime drama, and it was a lot less fun than it had seemed when I had watched them with my mom over dinner.

  “You want me to come stay with you?” I asked. “I can get out of babysitting—”

  “No, no, you need that job,” she dismissed me in a second, as ever, putting herself last. “I’ll be fine, I just wondered if you knew anything about it.”

  “I don’t know anything,” I replied with a sigh. “And you know that I’m not just going to let this slide, right? I can’t. Come on, Luce, if I called you up with the same thing…”

  “I know, I know,” she dismissed me. “But I’m not asking for help.”

  “Then why did you call?” I pointed out, and she went quiet for a second.

  “Okay, maybe I need a little bit of help,” she admitted. “It just really freaked me out and I don’t know what to do…”

  “Let me call Jazz,” I told her firmly. “I know it seems scary now, but I promise we’ll get something sorted. Anything, until you feel safe, right?”

  “Right,” she replied, and I could hear the relief in her voice. “Thanks, Moan.”

  “Anytime,” I replied, and pulled myself out of my bath. For some reason, the thought of talking to Jazz naked felt a little bit inappropriate—even though he would never have a clue, it felt as though I’d be pushing my luck a little. Hearing his voice when I was like this…it felt like the start of some cheesy porno. I wrapped a towel around myself and pressed myself up against one of the heaters, trying to warm myself up, and dialed Jazz’s number.

  “Hey,” he answered a few seconds later. I could hear the sound of cartoons in the background, and the clatter of pots and pans not far from the phone. He must have been cooking her dinner, taking advantage of one of the few evenings they actually got to spend together. I hated to break it up, but I wasn’t going to put my best friend in danger for the sake of being polite.

  “Hey Jazz, sorry to disturb you guys, but something’s happened,” I began, and felt a sudden lump in my throat—before, it felt at least like we’d been in control of what was going on. But now…I wasn’t so sure. I mean, this was the first time that someone outside of our little group had been involved. Lucy hadn’t done anything to deserve this, hadn’t gone chasing after this guy—but here she was, caught up in the middle of this anyway. I swallowed heavily and continued.

  “My friend Lucy, she said that there was a guy looking in her window last night,” I explained. “She thought she was just being paranoid, but then she went outside and there were footprints.”

  “Is she okay?” he asked, moving away from the sound of the cartoons.

  “She is for now, but I want to help her and I guess since you’re in the business of looking after people, you’d have a better idea than I do.”

  “Did she say footprints?” Jazz asked after a pause. “Did she get a picture of them?”

  “I don’t know, but I’ll ask her to get a shot,” I promised him. “Do you think you can do something to help her?”

  “I’ll send over one of my guys to sleep on her floor.”

  I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. That didn’t even sound close to something she would agree to. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? It just seems…I don’t know. Invasive for her.”

  “Well, I don’t really have anything else I can offer right now,” Jazz shot back, and I could hear that he was on the defensive. “Could you call her and ask if that’s okay?”

  “Will do.”

  Before I knew it, I was back on the phone with Lucy—and she had some strong opinions about whether or not there was going to be a strange man sleeping over in her apartment.

  “Mona, there is no way in hell—”

  “Hey, Lucy, I’ve met most of them, and they seem like nice enough guys,” I protested. “I know it sounds crazy, but you should at least think about it.”

  “I’m not replacing one guy invading my space with another!” she exclaimed. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but…no. That’s just not going to work for me.”

  “Then what?” I demanded, tucking my legs up underneath me and wondering how my relaxing night in turned into this. “Because we can’t have you staying there after what happened!”

  Lucy fell silent for a second, and I could tell she was thinking over her options. She knew I was right. She wasn’t safe there, and there was no way any of us would let her stay by herself.

  “I was going to get a hotel anyway,” she replied slowly. “I’ll just do that instead. Then your guy can come stay here and I won’t have to bother with him.”

  “Come stay with me!” I suggested at once. “You don’t need to be spending money on a hotel if—”

  “Mona,” she c
ut across me, in a tone of voice that I recognized as one that meant she was not up for being fucked with. “You know as well as I do that this could have something to do with you. Putting the two of us together could be what this guy wants.”

  I paused and closed my eyes. She was right.

  “I know,” I sighed. “But you’ll keep in touch, won’t you?”

  “I’m getting a hotel room, not a house in the suburbs,” she replied teasingly, and I finally cracked a smile.

  “I know, I know,” I blustered. “Just don’t go forgetting about your old friend Mona, right?”

  “I’ll try my best,” she promised. “So, what’s the name of this guy you’re going to set me up with?”

  Chapter Eleven

  Devil patted down his camp bed and perched on the edge, looking up at me. “So, how long do I have to stay here again?” he asked, and I shrugged in response.

  “I have no clue. Could be a couple of nights, could be a couple of weeks. Until we catch this guy who’s been peeping in on Mona’s friend.”

  When Mona had called me up to let me know what was happening with Lucy, there was only one person who sprang to mind to help out—and it was Devil. He was six-seven, broad-shouldered, and terrifyingly huge—until you got to know him, of course, which was always the case with these kinds of guys. When I had dropped round to visit Mona and Lucy and let them know that he’d been the one staying over for a while, I thought Lucy was going to have an aneurism. I knew she wasn’t exactly comfortable having one of my guys around, and of course I had to go ahead and pick the one with the name that would freak her out the most. But when she met him, she seemed to calm down, and happily packed her stuff up and headed out to a cheap hotel on the other side of town.

  And that left Devil and I to figure out what had been going on around here. I mean, I was pretty sure it had something to do with the incident back at my place—it just seemed like too much of a coincidence not to be related. But how directly were they connected? Was it the same guy? Was it Ian?

  Every time his name flashed through my brain, I felt a hot and cold shiver of fear pass over me. I knew what I had seen through that window, and I was almost certain that the figure I had spotted moving in the attic across the way was him. But it couldn’t be. He’d left years before. It was just a figment of my imagination, a trick of the light, a mirage brought on by the stress of everything that had been going on. Because it couldn’t actually be Ian. It just couldn’t be.

  “So, I’ll keep a lookout and give you a call if I get my hands on anyone?” Devil commented, glancing up at me from his spot on the bed.

  “Yep,” I nodded. “And no stealing her underwear while she’s away.”

  “I think I deserve a little more credit than that,” he protested.

  “I know, I know. Thanks for doing this.”

  “No problem.” His jaw suddenly set solid, and I was reminded once again of why he’d been the one I picked for this position—his sister had had problems with a stalker a couple of years previously, and he hated the thought of another woman being tormented by an asshole who couldn’t leave her alone.

  “So, I’ll be over tomorrow to see how things went, alright?” I went for the door, and Devil nodded, laying out on his camp bed. Lucy had offered him hers, but he insisted on bringing his own. Told her that the only bed he slept in was his and his wife’s. That seemed to make things a little easier for her.

  “See you later, boss,” Devil called as I made my way out the door and back down to my car. I was looking forward to spending a night with Ella and Mona—but as it turned out, that wasn’t exactly going to go to plan.

  Mona had stopped by mine to take care of Ella while I got things set up at Lucy’s, and I’d promised to cook dinner for the three of us. Things were roving dangerously close to date territory, but I just kept reminding myself that as long as my daughter was there, things would be staying decidedly unromantic.

  “Hey,” I greeted them both as I came through the door. It was about nine when I got home, and I could already feel curls of exhaustion moving across my body. I was glad to be back, and prayed that nothing too dramatic would go down tonight so I could actually get a decent night’s sleep for once.

  Mona and Ella were on the couch, watching some cartoon—they both peered around at the same moment, and Ella came barreling over towards me. I gave her a hug, planted a kiss on her temple, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

  Dinner was enormous and warm and happy; I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sat down and eaten with anyone other than my daughter. Not that she wasn’t good company, but I had to admit, it was more than welcome to have an actual adult to spend time with. Ella went to bed soon afterwards, and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, leaving just Mona and I in the house. When I came downstairs, she was doing the dishes, and I strode over to her.

  “Hey,” I remarked gently, and she twisted her head around to look at me.

  “What?”

  “You’re my guest, you shouldn’t be doing that,” I commented with a teasing grin. I reached around her to grab the washcloth off of her, but she pulled her hand away playfully. I slid my hand about her waist once again, trying to get to the towel, but she wasn’t having it, holding it high aloft her head with a giggle.

  “Well, take it then!”

  I reached up to grab it, and suddenly we were inches apart, our faces so close that I could see the way her eyelids fluttered as our gazes met. All the resolve I’d been building up threatened to drop away in a second, my entire body arching towards hers as though it craved her touch. I plucked the towel from her hands, and my eyes drifted down to her lips. Oh, shit. This was really happening, wasn’t it?

  Before I could lean in to kiss her, the phone rang, making us both jump. I turned away from Mona to grab it, glad for the distraction, because there would have been no way I was able to hold myself back a second longer. I took the call and held the phone to my ear, doing my best to ignore the sound of her slightly heavy breathing and the reaction it was causing under my jeans.

  “Boss?”

  It was Devil—I stepped away, my focus instantly drawn.

  “What is it?” I demanded.

  “I’ve got someone,” he replied. “You need to get over here right now.”

  I hung up the phone and grabbed for my jacket, and Mona stared at me, trying to get a read on the situation. “What’s going on?”

  “Devil’s got someone,” I explained. “I’m going over there to see who it is.”

  “I’m coming with you.”

  “We can’t leave Ella here by herself,” I pointed out.

  “Shit,” Mona hissed through gritted teeth. “Can we take her with us?”

  The image of the two of them, alone together in this place when someone picked this moment to strike, flashed through my mind. I knew I was being paranoid, but I didn’t want them here alone.

  “Go get her. Try not to wake her up if you can.”

  We rode in silence, an exhausted Ella fast asleep in the backseat as we pulled up to the apartment. Mona carried her upstairs with her, and slipped her into Lucy’s bedroom before she could see anything. I strode through to the living room, and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight that confronted me.

  Devil had his knee in the back of a guy who was lying unconscious on the floor—I reached down to check that he was still breathing, and was relieved to find that he was. Okay, well, that was a step forward, at least.

  “What happened?” I demanded, and heard a small squeak of surprise from behind me—I turned, and found Mona staring at the scene in front of her. But she swallowed her shock and came to stand next to me, meeting Devil’s gaze and waiting for him to answer the question.

  “I was just falling asleep when I heard some rustling outside. Caught this fucker climbing up the drainpipe, so I pulled him in through the window before he had a chance to get away.”

  “And then?”

  “Put him to sleep,” he re
plied, gesturing down at the unconscious man beneath him. “You recognize him, boss?”

  “Nope.” I shook my head and glanced over at Mona. “You?”

  “No.” She screwed up her mouth in annoyance. “Let me take a picture and text to Lucy, maybe she’ll—”

  “No.” I held my hand up. “No pictures, no nothing. Not until I know what this guy’s deal is.”

  As if on cue, the man beneath Devil began to wake up—it took a few seconds for him to fully return to consciousness, but as soon as he did, he began to struggle.

  “Get the fuck off of me!” he hissed, but Devil didn’t budge.

  “I don’t think so, buddy,” he responded in a measured yet somehow terrifying voice. “My friend here wants to ask you a few questions before you go anywhere, you get it?”