Justice Hunter

by Jennifer Morey

  His father had never been one to push this before. His mother must be having a rough time. That only gave him more of a reason to be involved. The sooner he solved his sister’s murder, the sooner they all could move on with their lives.

  “I’m doing this for all of us, Dad. I’ll give Mom grandchildren.” Just not right now. His first marriage had ended badly. He wasn’t in a rush to try that again.

  * * *

  A few days later Lucas waited for Rachel to leave her apartment. He’d planted a listening device in her wallet, a small, thin USB-like wireless voice-activated transmitter with a range of more than fifty feet and long-lasting batteries. He’d tucked it into one of the pockets behind the credit card sleeves. So far she hadn’t noticed it. He’d followed her the few times she’d left her apartment and heard her working on a computer, most likely looking for a new job. She’d walked to the grocery store once. Now he spotted Jared Palmer’s BMW, and sat up straighter in the driver’s seat.

  Jared parked along the street and walked toward the apartment building entrance, glancing around as though making sure no one saw. Lucas had purchased a car with tinted windows. He also had an SUV. When Jared’s gaze passed over his vehicle, he paused a second and then looked elsewhere before facing the doors. He disappeared inside and moments later, Lucas heard Rachel let him up to her apartment.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked when she let him in.

  “You haven’t returned my calls.”

  Lucas heard them move into the apartment, which was small enough for him to hear everything.

  “I thought we decided not to see each other anymore,” Rachel said.

  “It’s been a long time since Luella died. I haven’t forgotten you, Rachel.”

  The rustle of clothes indicated Jared touched Rachel.

  She moved away, going into the kitchen and turning on water. Did she need something to do? Did she still have feelings for Jared?

  “I love you,” Jared said, having followed her.

  Still? After all this time? Lucas found that peculiar. Why hadn’t they kept seeing each other? His wife had been murdered, but if he truly loved Rachel, wouldn’t he find a way to keep seeing her? Maybe he had. Maybe no one knew.

  Rachel turned off the water and didn’t respond. Did she love him back? Maybe she’d loved his money.

  “I’ve apologized for not telling you I was married.”

  “Yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that you deceived me.”

  So his lie about being married had run her off. But her heart may still be invested in him, even if her mind wasn’t.

  This, Lucas hadn’t anticipated. That Jared had lied to Rachel, that she might not have gotten involved with him if she’d known he was married.

  “Enough time has passed,” Jared said. “We can be together again. For real.”

  For real. Their relationship had been a secret, until now, if Rachel agreed with whatever he proposed.

  Again, Rachel said nothing.

  “I can make your life easier, Rachel. I’m not a poor man.”

  Lucas heard something metallic falling into the sink. Rachel must have dropped a utensil.

  “I don’t care about money.”

  Didn’t she? Jared must have doubts, too, because he chuckled and said, “Yes, you do.”

  “I used to. Now I can see it just brought me unhappiness. I need to figure out what I really want in a man.”

  She continued to surprise Lucas. Was she telling the truth?

  “No one knows about us,” Jared said. “We can say we just met.” Had they split up to avoid suspicion? Lucas found this conversation highly questionable, at least on Jared’s side. He wasn’t sure about Rachel.

  “I need you to stop calling me and coming over here. You don’t know what finding out you were married did to me. You hurt me.”

  “I know that. I didn’t mean to. I met you and...it just happened. I’m sorry. I told you that. I’ve never been unfaithful to anyone until I met you.”

  “I did have feelings for you, but that doesn’t matter anymore. You should go. And don’t come back.”

  “We can be together,” Jared insisted. When she again didn’t respond, he said, “Think about it. I’ll call you in a few days.”

  “No. Don’t.”

  Jared sighed hard, her rejection frustrating him. “Just think about what I’ve said. Think about how good it was with us.”

  Before she’d discovered he’d cheated, the ultimate betrayal.

  “Go. Please.”

  After a long pause, Lucas heard him going to the door.

  The door closed and Rachel sighed. A thumping suggested she’d let her head fall against the door.

  How did she feel about Jared? Something in the tentative way she’d sounded made him think she feared him.

  * * *

  Rachel brought her laptop to O’Shuck’s and sat at a table with her diet soda, logged on to the free Wi-Fi, searching for work on an online job board. It had been more than a week and still no prospects. She’d hoped to be back to work by now so she wouldn’t have to dip into her savings.

  “May I?”

  Startled, Rachel looked up to see Luke standing at her table, indicating the chair beside her. Before she could say no, he pulled out a chair and draped his leather jacket over the back.

  “I thought I made myself clear the last time.” Although she’d known he’d try to catch her here, she’d hoped he’d show up at the wrong times. Had he followed her again? Apprehension made her tense. Jared’s visit couldn’t be a coincidence. Could it? Was it all starting again?

  “Yeah, but I know you’re at least a little curious about me.” He sat down.

  Curious. In a scary way. A weird way. Wary of his true purpose, but not wary of the genuine attraction they had. He’d picked up on that hint. Maybe he thought he could use it to his advantage. She’d play along for now.

  She noticed he wore jeans tonight. No suit. Leaning back against her chair, she said, “Dressing down tonight?”

  He gave himself away when he glanced down at his chest—a very impressive chest in the snug black Henley. “Not working.”

  “You work?” She deliberately goaded him. What was his story anyway? The way he’d waited to return her wallet, claiming to be attracted, felt true but something rang off about him.

  He smiled in a staged way. “You don’t think I work?”

  “I think you wore that suit for a reason, but I don’t think it was work.”

  “Really? Why not?” He seemed impressed by her keen observation, and a little wary.

  “Who goes to the mall in a suit at dinnertime?”

  Leaning back, he propped his ankle on his knee. “Probably lots of people.”

  “Not you.” She drank some of her soda, eyeing him with acute awareness.

  After a few moments studying her, his smile smoothed into genuine sincerity.

  “All right. You’ve got me. I’ve seen you before I found your wallet. I dressed in the suit to impress you. You losing your wallet presented me with what I thought was a perfect opportunity to meet you,” he said.

  “So you’re admitting to spying on me.”

  “No. I didn’t spy on you. I saw you at the mall when you were working. After I couldn’t get you off my mind, I went back.”

  “So, you’re a stalker?”

  He grunted a laugh. “No. I saw you in passing. I didn’t hang around to watch you.”

  “Go to the mall often?”

  “Men need clothes, too.” He put his foot down and sat relaxed in the face of her interrogation.

  She eyed him, not completely buying his story. Maybe he had dressed in the suit to impress her, and when that had failed, he’d dressed as he normally did. Why the suit, though?


  He may be sincere, but she still felt unsure of his true motive. Had he ever taken no from a woman? With his hot looks, she didn’t think so. Unfortunately for him, she’d had too many bad experiences with men to be interested in giving another a chance anytime soon.

  “I told you before, I wasn’t—”

  “I’d like to help you with a job,” he cut her off.

  Offer her a...

  “What?”

  “I have a friend who runs a transport company. His assistant quit, and he needs someone to replace her.”

  She scrutinized his face, looking for signs of falseness. She found none. He’d come here to help her find a job.

  “I heard you talking to your boss. I heard her fire you. You’re beautiful. I wanted to meet you, but the timing seemed bad. I followed you and here we are.”

  She bought that he’d been attracted. She also maybe bought her getting fired had ruined his plans to meet her. But she didn’t feel he’d given her the whole truth. Did she want to start something with him?

  He might have a job for her.

  “You must have other intentions,” she said.

  He grinned. “Of course. I buy time to woo you out to dinner with me.”

  By arranging work for her—with his friend—he’d have opportunities to come and see her, to try and get to know her, to try and...

  She ran a look down his broad, muscular chest and back up to the tough planes of his blond, stubbled face. Maybe she should say no. Then she thought of her graduation, how close she was to achieving her dream. If she took this job, she didn’t have to date Luke. He couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do.

  “How do you know your friend would hire me?” she asked.

  “I’ve already spoken with him. Do you know how to use Microsoft software?”

  “Yes. I’ve actually...done that kind of work before.” She didn’t say where or for whom.

  “Then it’s settled. All you have to do is call him.” He took out a card and handed it to her.

  After staring at him through her uncertainty, questions racing over whether she should follow her impulse and trust him, she reached out and took the card. She read the name. Joseph Tieber, Chief Executive Officer and founder of Tieber Air Transport.

  She moved her gaze to him, dumbfounded. He offered her a lifeline, this stranger who found her attractive. A thousand red flags waved in her mind, but if he was going to hurt her or threaten her, wouldn’t he have done so by now? The man who’d threatened her before wouldn’t have offered her a job. He had to be someone different. Luke wasn’t that man.

  “Why are you doing this?” she finally asked.

  He grinned, and she thought he looked a little triumphant. “Because I can. And I’ve told you, I have a selfish reason. I’d like to take you to dinner.”

  Rachel placed the card on the table and rested her hand over it. She needed a job. Desperately. Her plans would be ruined without income. She patted her hand up and down on the card.

  He reached over and put his on top of hers, stopping the nervous action. “Give it some thought.”

  It was the second time in a short period a man had told her to think about something personal. She looked from his ringless hand to his muscular chest and strong biceps, up to his amazing eyes. Warmth zinged her unexpectedly, a purely physical reaction to a drop-dead gorgeous man.

  Unsettled over her quick and passionate reaction that could get her into trouble, she said nothing as he stood.

  “Wait.” She wasn’t sure why she stopped him. Something nudged her to get to know him better. He’d just offered her a job, a perfect stranger. She had to know why, and it had to be more than finding her attractive. What was his story? Why had he singled her out?

  He turned back to the table, studying her and coming to some conclusion he didn’t share. Had she caught him off guard? Did he know she had questions about him and did he not like that?

  Rachel prided herself on being street-smart. She could tell when someone wasn’t being completely open and honest, and this man fit the bill.

  “Why don’t you have a soda with me?” She gestured to the chair he’d vacated.

  He looked down at her glass as though surprised. “Soda?”

  She smiled, content her tactic had worked. Distraction for extraction. Extraction of information, that is. “I always have soda when I come here. I only drank coffee the last time because I was fired that day and I was feeling reckless.”

  He grinned, sitting down while she waved to Hans.

  “One more for him. No diet, though.” She checked him to confirm and he nodded once.

  She watched him settle back against the chair, eyes shrewd and onto her.

  “All right,” he said, “now you’ve got me. What do you want to know?”

  She held back the smile that pushed to spread. His sharp intelligence tickled her senses despite her reservations. But did he think she’d invited him to stay out of sexual interest or interest in his motives?

  “I’d like to know more about the man who’s supposedly getting me a job just because he thinks I’m sexy.”

  “Supposedly?”

  “Nothing’s sure until it’s sure.”

  He hesitated, seeming reluctant to continue, catching on that her interest was not sexual. “I recently bought some property outside of town. I’ve been working on it for a few months.”

  That was something personal, all right. “A ranch?”

  “Yes, but not a working ranch. It’s purely for my selfish enjoyment.”

  He had money. A lot, from the sound of it. Normally, that would appeal to her, but now she wanted to be more careful. Her financial hardship should not stain her decisions when it came to men, as it had in the past. When she graduated, she’d get a great job and take care of herself. She’d have fine things, things she wanted—whatever she wanted. She didn’t need a man to obtain that.

  “I’m the son of a dot-commer,” he said in her silence.

  So his rich parents would give him everything. Weird how that disappointed her. Affluent men had always intrigued her. Their ambition. Their way of life. Their intelligence. She may have had a tough start to life, but she would finish grandly. Her intelligence matched any man with money. If she was totally honest, though, she’d say money made life easier. She wanted an easier life. That was why she’d gone to college.

  “Did you ever want to do anything professionally with your degree?” she asked. “Or have you?”

  He hesitated again. “No, not professionally. I trained to be a SEAL after college.”

  That took her aback. “Really?” He was a big man. Tall. Muscular. But not overly so. He had the rugged appearance to be good at something like that.

  His gaze dropped, and he turned the glass of soda on the table.

  “You’re a SEAL?”

  “No.” He hesitated yet again. “I quit before the end of training.”

  She could tell he had difficulty talking about this. His quitting bothered him. Uncertain as to whether she should question him further, Rachel held off. She didn’t know him and wasn’t sure she wanted to know him any more than she did. She liked successful men. She didn’t consider his being born into money his own success. And he’d quit SEAL training. The fact that it bothered him didn’t make him a quitter.

  She resisted real attraction brewing, deeper than any suit could ignite. This man had a heroic streak in him. No corporate executive could compare to that.

  He turned away, giving her time to calm her stirring excitement.

  “Why did you quit?” she couldn’t resist asking.

  Slowly, he faced her again, in control of his emotions. “I didn’t want to.”

  Rachel didn’t press him to say more. He’d quit; he hadn’t been disqualified. H
e hadn’t failed the training. He’d quit. He’d aspired to be a SEAL, and something had happened to make him quit. She caught herself looking all over his face and upper torso. Sexy. Strong. A definite fit for SEAL material...but...heir to a dot-commer...

  It didn’t fit.

  How many pampered men like him tried out for SEAL training? Did he think he was special, or was he the real deal?

  “What about you?” he asked, turning on the charm again. “All I know about you is that you’re beautiful.”

  She couldn’t help smiling. What girl didn’t like compliments like that? “I graduate in May next year. Business. I’m getting my MBA.”

  He whistled. “MBA? How long have you been going to school?”

  “Years. I take classes when I can.” When she could afford to.

  He looked at her differently now, as though he’d just learned something unexpected about her.

  “What,” she teased, “haven’t you ever met a poor college student before?”

  “No.”

  She supposed he wouldn’t, growing up with all that money.

  “How old are you?” he asked.

  “Thirty-one. I started college after...” She drifted off, not meaning to take the conversation there.

  “After...”

  She turned to him. “That’s all you need to know...for now.”

  He sat there, relaxed on the chair, comfortable, confident and wholly absorbed in her—in her sharp wit...and her looks, of course. She felt the draw to that.

  “I’m thirty-seven.” He stood up. “I should get going. Call my friend. He’ll give you a job. It’s a good job.”

  A good job. Would it be?

  “See you soon, Rachel.” With that, he walked out of the pub without a glance back.

  When he vanished from sight, Rachel picked up the card. She almost picked up her cell and called right then. Instead, she refrained. His job came with strings, invisible ones.

  Chapter 3

  Rachel decided her future took precedence over her wariness of Luke. She needed a job. Her landlord came by last night, asking for rent again. This morning she called Joseph, and he told her to come meet him at two o’clock. Dressed in gray slacks and a collared white blouse, she sat in the reception area, open to four floors above, closed doors off the square and light streaming in through the atrium overhead.