Bodyguard Daddy

by Lisa Childs

  She’d gone to his funeral. His father had been inconsolable that he hadn’t been able to protect his son. She flinched as she remembered the ugly scene. She hadn’t meant to cause trouble. She hadn’t meant to...

  “I know who wants us dead,” Amber said with sudden clarity.

  Milek studied her face, his brow furrowing slightly. “One of the names from your list?”

  She shook her head. “I didn’t think of him. He wasn’t a suspect. We hadn’t prosecuted him.”

  “Then who?”

  “A bereaved father,” she said.

  And Milek nodded. He obviously understood and agreed.

  Who else would want to hurt her son but someone who thought she had hurt his?

  * * *

  Could no one do what they were hired to do anymore? Were they too lazy or too inept to complete the job? So much money had been spent with no results yielded. No deaths.

  At least, not the deaths that mattered. The ones that were overdue.

  Not that Frank Campanelli hadn’t deserved to die—the mercenary double-crosser. That had been the mistake. Hiring someone whose only stake had been financial, money his only motivation. And when that “fatal” accident had been staged, he’d been only too happy to take credit for it.

  He hadn’t really cared about killing—until he was the one dying. Remembering the look of shock on Campanelli’s face as the bullet had struck his heart brought a surge of satisfaction.

  He hadn’t expected it.

  Amber Talsma would, though. She knew it was coming. Despite her bodyguard boyfriend and his family, she couldn’t keep escaping death. They couldn’t watch her every minute. They couldn’t protect her every minute.

  Sooner rather than later, she and her little bastard were going to die...

  Chapter 19

  Nick nodded in agreement. “I think we have a real viable suspect.” Finally. He’d spent the past year checking out all those other names she’d given him.

  If it had been one of them and he’d missed it...

  But she hadn’t mentioned this one. She wouldn’t have thought of him until she’d learned her son’s name was on Frank Campanelli’s hit list.

  Irritation nagged at him. He hadn’t been happy Milek and Garek had found that book. The apartment had been unlocked—his ass. There wasn’t a lock created that at least one of the Kozminski brothers wasn’t able to pick.

  Nick needed to learn some of those skills...

  “What are you going to do?” Milek asked.

  Nick had been asking himself that a lot lately. With the interim district attorney breathing down his neck, and having to run everything through the Chicago FBI division and deal with the River City mayor, he felt more like a politician himself than a lawman. He wanted the freedom the Kozminskis and the Paynes had—the freedom to investigate without worrying about the consequences.

  “Nick?” Milek prodded him.

  He forced himself to focus again. “I’ll have him picked up and brought in for questioning.” He tapped his keyboard and dispatched the order to have a uniform go to the last known address of Brad Jipping.

  “I want to talk to him,” Amber said.

  “Absolutely not.”

  “I’ve questioned suspects before,” she said. “I’m an assistant DA.”

  “Not anymore,” Nick reminded her. She’d given up her career to protect herself and her son. He turned to Milek. “You shouldn’t have brought her here.” It was dangerous. Every time she was out in public, shots were fired.

  He was getting sick of writing up damn reports, too.

  “She insisted,” Milek said.

  “I could have come to the condo,” Nick pointed out.

  Amber shook her head. Her hair was still dark but there were streaks of her natural red color coming through now. She’d ditched the brown contacts, too. The disguise he’d given her, and the life, were gone.

  “We needed access to the police computers,” she explained. “To my records...”

  “I’m pretty sure Nikki could have accessed the computers remotely for us.” For them. Nick’s half sister wasn’t likely to help him do anything. While his half brothers didn’t blame him for their father cheating on their mother, Nikki did. She had—albeit begrudgingly—called to play him the recording of Milek and Frank Campanelli, though.

  Maybe he was making progress with her.

  “I want to be here when you bring him in,” Amber said.

  He shook his head. “We don’t know how long it will take to find him.” And he didn’t want them hanging around his office. If the interim DA saw her there...

  She’d do something crazy—like insist Nick arrest her.

  Amber glanced nervously at Milek. “We can’t stay away from Michael that long.”

  Nick was surprised they had left their son at all. But the whole Payne family had gathered around to protect him—to protect her and Milek, too. He almost pitied whoever was trying to kill them. They were bound to get frustrated—maybe so frustrated they’d slip up.

  “I’ll let you know what Brad Jipping has to say,” Nick said, “after I interrogate him.”

  Amber gave him a skeptical glance. He’d heard she’d been a good assistant DA, maybe even one of the best. That hadn’t come from the acting DA, though. Evelyn Reynolds had had nothing complimentary to say about Amber. Other lawyers, judges and even the mayor had sung her praises.

  “You going to go after your job again?” he asked. “Once we find whoever’s been after you?” She had a pretty damn good chance of getting it—if she talked to the right people.

  She glanced at Milek again. And the nerves were still there. She wanted to know what he thought of the idea, but Kozminski’s expression revealed nothing. And he was usually the easier of the two brothers to read. Nick had certainly had no problem seeing how much pain it had caused Milek, thinking Amber and their son were dead.

  Instead of answering his question, Amber just shrugged. “It’s not a possibility now. Not with the danger Michael and I are in.”

  Nick didn’t make promises. He didn’t claim he would find whoever was after her. All he could say was “I’ll let you know when I talk to Jipping.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but Milek escorted her out of Nick’s office. The door had been closed for just a minute before it opened again.

  He uttered a weary sigh. “You can’t seriously think he’s being brought in already...” He glanced up and stopped.

  “Who?” Penny Payne asked.

  He could have refused to answer but she’d find out anyhow. She always found out everything. “A suspect in the attempts on Amber and Michael Talsma’s lives.”

  “That’s great.” She smiled. “You’ve made progress, then.”

  He shook his head. Too many people had given him credit for things he hadn’t done. He’d been too busy pushing papers to do the hard work. The dangerous work.

  “Amber came up with the guy,” he said. “He’s a good suspect, though.”

  “Hopefully this will all be over soon,” she said. “And Amber and her son can take their lives back.”

  “Is that why you stopped by?” he asked. “To check on the investigation?”

  She reached into her purse—which was voluminous—and pulled out a large plastic bag full of chocolate chip cookies. “I brought you these,” she said. “Your favorites...”

  How had she known? His own mother hadn’t known what he liked to eat. Not that she’d cooked very often. She’d usually sent him down to a fast-food restaurant to bring them back a meal—when she hadn’t spent all of their money on drugs or booze.

  “They’re the ones with the sour cream in the batter to keep them soft,” she said.

  “And the big chunks of dark chocolate,” he murmure
d. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman when he could feel lust for a cookie. But Penny Payne was a master baker. She didn’t use those measly little chips of chocolate. She used chunks, and a lot of them. “Thank you.”

  She smiled again.

  He wasn’t sure what she wanted from him. She had his gratitude. Nobody had welcomed him more than she had. “Why?” The question slipped out without his volition. “Why are you so nice to me? Why do you bring me cookies? Why do you treat me like I’m one of your kids?”

  “You’re a Payne,” she said.

  He shook his head. “I’m a Rus.”

  “That’s not your real name. That’s a name your mother assumed when she went into hiding.”

  He shrugged. “So it was something else before Rus.” He didn’t care. “It was never Payne.”

  “It should have been,” she said.

  “I’ve made a life for myself,” he said.

  “You’ve made a career for yourself,” she said as she glanced around his office. “You haven’t made a life, Nick. Not yet...”

  Without another word, she turned and walked out. But she left more behind than the cookies she’d baked for him. She’d left him with a confusing myriad of emotions. He didn’t have time to sort them out now. He had a case to solve.

  * * *

  “Would you do it?” Milek asked. “Would you go back to your old job if you weren’t in danger?”

  She felt him studying her face as if her answer really mattered to him. But when she glanced across the console, his attention was back on the road.

  “I wouldn’t have left it if I hadn’t been in danger,” Amber replied.

  “You’ll be able to get it back,” he assured her.

  She chuckled. “Not likely. The new DA would never hire me back.”

  “Why not?”

  “She resented my relationship with Gregory.”

  A muscle twitched along his tightly clenched jaw.

  “My working relationship,” she clarified. “That was all we had.”

  “It wasn’t all he wanted.”

  She couldn’t argue that. “I think Evelyn Reynolds thought there was more between us.”

  “She wasn’t the only one.”

  “She wasn’t happy about it at all...” Amber tensed as she remembered the older woman’s viciousness. Lawyers were usually competitive and ambitious. But Evelyn Reynolds had taken it to a whole new level.

  Milek reached across and slid his hand along her thigh to her knee. Maybe he’d meant it as a comforting gesture. But her skin tingled. “How unhappy?” he asked. “Unhappy enough to do something about it?”

  During her years with the DA’s office, Amber had seen too much to rule out anyone as a suspect. Grandmas had killed for gambling money. Teenagers for shoes. Would Evelyn have killed for a job?

  Maybe. But then, why go after Amber and Michael? She was no longer a threat to her position. Evelyn had it all now, but maybe she still wasn’t happy.

  “I don’t know...”

  “Maybe we should talk to her and find out,” Milek suggested.

  She’d insisted on leaving the condo because she’d wanted to interrogate Brad Jipping. But she had been away from Michael for a while. Too long...

  He squeezed her knee again. “He will be okay,” he assured her—instinctively knowing why she’d hesitated, about whom she was concerned. Because he was concerned about him, too. Milek might not love her, but he loved their son. “Everyone is watching him.”

  “Then who’s watching us?” She didn’t only want her son to be safe; she wanted to live to see him again.

  * * *

  The killer. That was who Milek suspected he’d seen in his rearview mirror, driving a truck with conspicuous front-end damage. From slamming into Candace’s SUV, from trying to run her and Michael off the road. Milek could see the truck, but he couldn’t see the driver—only a shadow slouched behind the steering wheel. That truck had been following them since they’d left River City PD.

  Was it another hired assassin? Or was the person who’d hired Campanelli so determined Amber and Michael die that he had decided to carry out the job himself?

  Milek hoped so. Not that he wanted Amber in danger. But maybe Parker or Logan could catch him. The twin bodyguards were following him today. He would have noticed their tailing him even if they hadn’t told him they had personally taken on protection duty for him. They were good, though, so the killer was probably totally unaware of their presence.

  “He’s back there, isn’t he?” Amber asked as she glanced over her shoulder at the street behind them.

  Milek squeezed her knee. “Don’t look,” he advised her.

  “You don’t want him to know you noticed him?”

  “I don’t want to lose him before Logan or Parker has a chance to get a better look.”

  But tires squealed behind them as the truck made a sharp U-turn. He murmured, “Too late...”

  An engine revved as a black SUV made the same sharp turn and pursued the truck.

  “Follow them,” Amber said.

  Milek shook his head. “I’m not putting you in more danger. I’ll let Parker and Logan handle it.” They were good—hopefully good enough.

  “If Evelyn is behind Gregory’s murder, she won’t be the one behind the wheel. She would have hired someone.”

  “And she’d have some resources,” he said. “Maybe a criminal she cut a break who owes her a favor...”

  He wished he were following the truck, that he could catch the man who’d tried to hurt his son. If not for Candace’s expert driving, Michael could have been hurt. Stacy and her unborn children could have been harmed, as well. Reminding himself that they were all right, he released a shuddery sigh.

  Amber’s hand covered his on her knee. “It’s okay,” she said. “They’ll catch the driver. You and I can catch the killer. Let’s talk to Evelyn—see if she’s a viable suspect.”

  He nodded. At least it was something to do—something to occupy his mind until he heard back from Parker and Logan. Since the police department was downtown, the city courthouse was close. In minutes he pulled into its parking structure. He had to drive up several levels before he found a space, and with each level Amber’s grip on his hand tightened more.

  After finally finding an open spot, he pulled the SUV into it and turned toward her. She’d gone deathly pale, and her nails dug into the back of his hand. He pulled his hand free to put the SUV into Park and remove the key from the ignition.

  But all his attention—all his concern—was focused on her. “Are you all right?”

  She shook her head. “I used to love coming to work,” she murmured. “Loved fighting for justice...”

  That was why he’d broken their engagement; he hadn’t wanted to jeopardize the career for which she’d worked so hard and that she loved so much.

  “Shouldn’t you be happy to be back here, then?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “I’m not back.”

  And it was clear she was worried she would never be able to come back.

  He reached for the keys. “This was a bad idea...”

  And not just because coming here had upset her, but because something else had occurred to him. With Parker and Logan pursuing the truck that had been following him, nobody was protecting him and Amber anymore.

  He was her only protection. He’d handled a lot of assignments on his own and had never lost a client. But this wasn’t an ordinary assignment.

  This was Amber.

  He couldn’t lose her. Not again...

  She grabbed his hand and stopped him from turning the key. “Don’t leave,” she said. “I’m fine now. It was just weird coming here and not working here anymore. We still need to question Evelyn.”

  �
��We don’t even know she’s going to be available,” he reminded her.

  “We’ll wait, then.”

  “You want to be away from Michael that long?” he asked. Because he didn’t.

  She shook her head. “No. But like you said, he’ll be okay. And with all the attention he’s getting from his aunts, he won’t miss me.”

  Milek’s blood chilled. Maybe their son wouldn’t miss her for an hour or two. But what if something happened to her? What if she never made it back to him?

  He would miss her. Thanks to Milek, Amber was the only parent the little boy had ever known. He had to make sure he got his son’s mother safely back to him.

  “We’re going home,” he said as his uneasy feeling persisted.

  Maybe she felt it, too, because she begrudgingly nodded her agreement. “Okay...”

  Was it home to her? Had his condo begun to feel that way to her? While he wanted her to be comfortable there—to no longer feel as if it was a prison—he didn’t want her to settle in too completely. Despite all the times they’d made love, nothing had really changed.

  He wasn’t a good enough man to be her husband or Michael’s father. It wasn’t just her career that could be jeopardized by being with him.

  He turned the key and glanced into the rearview mirror to back out. And that was when he saw the movement—the flash in the shadows. He pushed Amber’s head down just as the back window exploded from the gunshot. Glass flew—raining into the front seat and around his face and hands.

  He reached for his gun as more shots rang out. But it was too late...

  Chapter 20

  He’d made a rookie mistake. He’d fallen for the decoy. Self-disgust twisted Logan’s guts into knots. Stacy would never forgive him if her brother and her best friend were killed on his watch.

  He would never be able to look at himself again. He could barely look at Parker as his twin clicked off his cell and shoved it into his pocket. “Milek’s not answering.”

  Logan turned back to the kid he’d pulled from the battered pickup truck. “If anyone’s been hurt—or worse—you’re an accessory,” he warned him, pushing the kid against the side of the pickup box. “You better tell me what the hell you know right now!”