“Are you finding me dull?” Jamie asked, not glancing back as he continued to dress. “I’m sorry. Perhaps your expectations are a tad too high.”
He sounded anything but sorry, she thought. Jill’s features hardened, and she felt her cheeks flush. She tried to keep anger from seeping into her tone, but her voice turned icy.
“If you told me you were busy, I wouldn’t have bothered flying in so early.”
“Right, Jillian. Do I need to email you my bloody itinerary?” he asked, his frigid tone matching hers.
“It wouldn’t hurt,” she snapped, and cocked her chin defiantly.
“You, of all people, know what’s going on at the office,” he said. He finally turned to look at her, and his voice thawed a bit. “I would stay if I could, but I do need to get going. You understand, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer. She held his gaze for a moment before turning her attention back to the menu.
“You have a presentation of your own to work on tonight, don’t you? You’ll want to make sure that everything is letter perfect for tomorrow’s review and still have time for your beauty sleep.”
She bristled at the chauvinistic comment and looked up in time to catch his wink.
“Sure thing, boss,” she said, and flipped him a sardonic salute.
The fact that she reported to him gave him the upper hand in all work-related issues and made the affair a little more exciting—if not a little dangerous—for both of them.
Was that part of the allure, she wondered. Power? Influence? So far, Jamie had done nothing but promote her career and provide her with opportunities. Still, if things didn’t go his way, what would he do?
Jill pushed the troubling thought aside. She wasn’t the only one who stood to lose if news of their affair leaked out. In any company, sleeping with one of your employees could get you fired.
“That’s a good girl,” he said with a nod. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night,” she replied.
With a quick glance over his shoulder, he let the heavy door of the hotel room click shut behind him.
Reclining against the pillows, Jill released an exasperated sigh and pulled the covers up over her chest. The encounter had not gone as expected. Perhaps the novelty of the affair was wearing off. One thing was for certain, though: this type of drop-in service was definitely not what she had in mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alex stood by the desk in Natalie Watson’s room. Tension knotted his shoulders. The situation felt wrong. Alex made a note in his spiral notebook to run an online check for Natalie Watson. A general search would help him find listings for any social-networking sites that she might be posting to and let him see what other information was available on her. Pictures, personal information—it was all out there for anybody to read. Anybody.
“Her bike isn’t in the garage,” Abby said breathlessly when she reached the top step of the staircase. Her blue eyes locked on Alex, transmitting her fear. Silent tears pooled in Joyce’s eyes, and she turned quickly, leaving the room. Tom’s face was granite, his mouth a grim line.
“I’ll need to get a description of the bike. A serial number would be great, if you have it. I can run a check to see if it has been turned in at a lost-and-found facility.”
Tom nodded, hands deep in his pockets. His gaze dropped to the floor. “I’ll see if I can find the receipt from the bike shop.”
“Hopefully I’ll find something helpful on the computer.”
Okay, he wasn’t doing everything by the book. There was protocol for this sort of thing. But with each passing hour, the chances of Natalie walking through the front door diminished. He was anxious to jump-start the investigation.
“Whatever you need, Alex,” Tom offered in a voice that sounded near to breaking. “We really appreciate … we really need your help.”
Alex nodded. He wished he could do more. He wished there were some obvious clue to help him zero in Natalie’s whereabouts. He wished in some way he could help make up for the pain he’d caused Abby and her family. Turning toward Abby, he met her eyes.
“How about taking a drive over to Emily’s with me?”
Alone in the car with Abby, Alex felt as if he had stepped into a time warp. He couldn’t begin to count the miles they had logged driving side by side, hands linked. Now everything had changed. They sat as stiff and awkward as strangers.
“Tell me about Natalie’s relationship with your parents,” Alex said, breaking the silence, as they rounded the corner to the Jenkinses’ house.
Abby’s sigh was soft.
“Not much to tell, really. She’s a good kid. Genuine. I think the most trouble she’s ever been in was last year when she got caught skipping school so she could catch Lance Armstrong’s personal appearance at Key Arena.”
“Big fan? Even after the scandal?”
“He’s still a sport’s icon, and the Livestrong Foundation does great work. A few years back, one of her friends lost a battle with leukemia. Now Natalie volunteers for the foundation. I think it makes her feel like she’s doing something for her friend. She never takes her bracelet off.”
Alex stared out at the road ahead, hoping that the Livestrong mantra was not something that Natalie would need to cling to.
“Does she have a lot of rules at home?”
Abby’s eyes met his in an ironic stare.
“Come on, Alex. Has it really been that long?” She shifted and looked out the passenger window. “You know my parents. They expect a lot from her. She doesn’t seem to resent it.”
“She never snuck out of the house to go to a party, get drunk, and have the cops deliver her home?”
Alex cast Abby a wry smile. He could still remember the police driving the two of them home after one such incident and the punishment that followed. His father prescribed two backbreaking weeks of building and painting the Watson’s garage, during one of the hottest summers in Puget Sound history. They had both been grounded for weeks.
“Let’s just say that she doesn’t have the type of friends that would lure her into trouble.” The lopsided grin on Abby’s face was good to see. The faintest touch of pink stained her cheeks, and Alex looked away.
“Ah, right. It was your friends who got you into trouble. I seem to remember you had something to do with it.”
“It’s not fair,” she said, still looking out the window, eyes focused on the road. “You know all of my secrets.”
“Not all of them.” A beat of silence rested between them before he added, “Besides, everyone has secrets.”
“Not you. You have always been a straight shooter.”
“I’m too dumb to lie.” Abby shot him a skeptical look, and he shrugged. “At any rate, let’s see if Natalie’s friend knows hers.”
Pulling up next to the curb outside Emily’s house, they both stepped out of the Jeep.
Nora Jenkins’s expression was wary as she opened the door to admit Alex and Abby. Her watery eyes and gin blossoms gave Alex the impression of someone who had seen the bottom of a bottle or two.
“What’s this about?” she asked. There was nothing friendly about her tone.
“Natalie’s missing,” Abby said, wasting no time in getting to the point. She had always been very direct. It was one of the things Alex liked best about her. “We’re here to talk to Emily, to see if there is anything she knows that might help.”
Nora’s face blanched, and she stood rooted to the spot.
“She’s in the kitchen.” Nora gestured toward the back of the house, and with a nod they walked down the hall. Alex followed Abby, who seemed to glide down the narrow passage with natural grace.
Emily was standing at the cluttered counter pouring juice as they entered. Alex noticed the dishes piled high in the sink, the food scraps encrusted on the Formica surface, and the half-empty bottle of vodka by the stove. For a second, he wondered if it was just juice in her glass.
Barely a hair over five feet tall, Emily’s muffin
top poured over the band of her too-tight jeans. Her thick, black hair pulled away from her face in a hasty ponytail. Residue from her heavy makeup still smudged the outline of her brown eyes.
There was nothing welcoming about Emily’s gaze, and she glared at them as if they were alien intruders.
“We wanted to talk to you about Natalie,” Abby began. “This is Detective Alex Shannon, from the Seattle Police Department.”
Emily turned to pick up the glass and drank some juice as she stared over at them as if trying to mask a flicker of surprise.
“What about Natalie?” Her voice was deep, unexpectedly gravelly, and dripping with teenage attitude.
“Mind if we sit?” Alex asked. Her shrug was noncommittal, and he took a chair at the kitchen table. Abby perched on the bench opposite him. But Emily stayed where she was, arms crossed. Alex fixed her with a long stare. Her guarded eyes never wavered from his.
“When was the last time you saw Natalie?”
Not answering right away, she transferred her gaze from Alex to Abby and then back again. Chubby fingers gripped the juice glass as she finally spoke.
“Friday after school. We came here to listen to music.”
“Did Natalie spend a lot of time over here?” Alex asked. Emily shrugged, trying to mask a small smirk.
“Sometimes. Her parents don’t allow loud music.”
“And your parents?”
“They’re not around much. Dad’s long gone and Mom … Well, Mom doesn’t mind.” Her eyes moved across the counter to the bottle of vodka, expression guarded.
“Natalie was supposed to come here yesterday afternoon, right?”
“Yeah, I guess that was the plan.”
“You guess, or you know?” Abby pressed, her temper flaring quickly to the surface. Alex glanced sharply at her before looking back at Emily.
“It’s not my day to watch her,” she said placing her glass on the counter and propping her fists on her hips.
“So you’re saying that you didn’t have plans with her?”
A hiss escaped Emily in the form of an exasperated sigh, and she rolled her eyes.
“She was planning to come over. But when she didn’t show I figured, whatever.”
“Did she call?”
“Like I said, I don’t keep tabs on her.” She angled her gaze away from him to make a thorough examination of the black polish flaking off her fingernails.
Alex continued to study her while he considered tactics. Given his unofficial status, badgering her was not going to help. The harder she was pushed, the more she would withdraw. But her lack of concern for Natalie disturbed him.
“Does Natalie have a boyfriend?”
A shadow rippled across Emily’s face, and he saw the answer in her eyes.
“No,” she lied.
“You’re sure? Is there someone she liked to hang out with? Someone that maybe her parents didn’t approve of?”
“God, didn’t I just answer that? No.” After another oh-my-God three-sixty, she gnawed at the corner of a fingernail. Her eyes flashed to Abby before angling away. Another direct hit, he sensed.
“Christ, Emily, you’re supposed to be her friend. Natalie’s missing. Aren’t you the least bit concerned?” Abby asked. Her face was beet red as she glared across the table at the teenage girl. Small hands were clenched in tight fists, as if she were fighting the urge to wrap her fingers around the girl’s neck.
Emily’s head snapped up, and her fingers dropped away from her lips. Her eyes rested on Abby before taking in the countertop and the bottle of vodka again. She licked her lips absently.
“Listen,” he began softly, “Natalie’s family is worried about her. Is there anything you can tell us that might help? We just want to find her. Make sure she’s safe.”
Emily nibbled on her lower lip, looking uncertain. Alex allowed himself to hope she might open up and start telling the truth. Then her expression closed, and hope evaporated.
“Look, I don’t know where she is.”
The conversation was going nowhere. There was a guy. He knew it the same way he knew pressing Emily now was a waste of time. With any luck he would find out more by combing through Natalie’s hard drive.
“Okay, thanks for your time,” Alex said. He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to her. She made a show of studying it. “If you think of anything, please call me. Anytime.”
Emily inclined her head in a sulky nod, and stubbornly refused to look up as they passed. Nora hovered in the doorway, concern reflected in the downcast turn of her lips. Alex thanked her for their time as he stepped out onto the creaky porch. The warm sunlight did little to penetrate the deepening chill he felt.
“We can’t just leave,” Abby said, her voice low and terse as they heard the front door close. “She’s lying, Alex. We both know it.”
Abby trudged back toward the front door with a look of grim determination on her face. Alex stopped her, his hands gripping her shoulders. He felt the hum of an electric current race between them. Abby looked up, as if she felt it, too. All at once, Alex released her and stepped away, breaking contact.
“Emily knows something, but she’s not going to say it in front of you, her mother, or anyone else. I know this isn’t easy, but you’ve got to let me handle it. You’ve got to trust me. Can you do that?” Their eyes met, and after a long moment, her expression softened. She gave a grudging, but compliant, nod.
Alex fished the cell phone from his pocket. His every instinct told him Natalie was in trouble and needed help. Turning toward the Jeep, he hit a number on speed dial. Too much about the situation bothered him. The sooner he got the official investigation under way, the better.
“Jackson, it’s Alex. I’m on my way to the office. Meet me there.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“Wow, I think I need a drink after that review. What did you do to piss off Dana Evans?” Rachel Meyers asked. She set her lunch tray down on the table opposite Jill and squinted against the bright sunlight that streamed into the busy ZyraNet cafeteria.
Jill stared down at the salad in front of her and grimaced, still fuming. “Believe me, I have no idea. It’s the first time I’ve actually met her.”
Not only had Evans interrupted Jill’s project status report, but she’d drilled in on the problem areas with all the delicacy of a pit bull gnawing on a pug. Once her jaws locked, Dana refused to let go.
“Why didn’t Jamie shut her up? I thought he would at least jump in to stop her, but he said nothing, which is unusual for him. I’ve never seen him at a loss for words before.”
Jill forced a casual shrug. “I know he’s concerned about the performance issues we’re tracking, but yeah, I expected him to step in, too.”
His lack of support bothered her more than she was willing to let on. Up to now, he was her biggest advocate. But this morning she felt a definite shift in his demeanor, like something had changed, and she didn’t know what.
“I thought he was your biggest fan,” Rachel said, her eyebrows arched above her dark eyes.
“Apparently not.” Jill leaned forward, picking at her Cobb salad.
“How bad are the performance problems?”
“Well, tests show a significant slowdown in the software,” Jill admitted, and she slowly sighed. “The team is working day and night to try and uncover the source of the problem, but so far, no luck.”
Rachel nodded. Her look was sympathetic.
“With the WebNOW demo in a few weeks, we’ve got to get it fixed. It won’t look good for Jamie to be onstage in front of thousands of people and have latency issues. The world is watching.”
“Did he offer any suggestions after the meeting?” Rachel asked, nibbling on her sandwich, eyes not wavering from Jill’s face.
“Are you kidding? That’s why we’re managers, right? It’s our job to fix the problems. Not his. Mind if we talk about something else?” The problem weighed heavily on Jill. Her lips were twisted into a bitter frown as she picked
up her fork to shuffle around some bacon.
“Hey, speak of the devil.” Rachel’s sharp, dark eyes met hers across the lunch table. Her Botoxed lips twisted into a conspiratorial grin. Rachel inclined her head toward a table near the windows.
Jill’s gaze shot across the room, following the trajectory of Rachel’s nod. Her eyes widened as they focused on the table where a curvy blond woman perched on a chair opposite Jamie. Dana Evans was smiling, and Jamie laughed at something she said. With a rising sense of dread, Jill watched as Dana reached across the table, her hand resting a full five seconds casually on Jamie’s forearm before pulling away. The gesture seemed comfortable. Familiar. Inappropriate.
“You know they used to work together?” Rachel asked, taking a dainty bite of her sandwich.
Jill swallowed hard, bile tasting bitter at the back of her throat.
“They did?”
“Yeah. Rumor has it they did more than work, if you know what I mean.”
A jolt shot through Jill, followed by a terrible sinking, spiraling sensation. Was Dana the reason for the shift in Jamie’s demeanor last night? Did he have someplace better to be? He seemed a little brusque. Maybe it wasn’t just work.
Through a sheer effort of will, she rearranged her features into a neutral mask before looking back at Rachel.
Her fork clanged against the bowl as she reached for her water. Despite the delicious smells of forbidden foods like fresh bread and burgers that filled the cafeteria, Jill was losing her appetite. She took a long pull from her bottle, struggling to contain her emotions.
Turns out Rachael was right. She could use a drink about now. What she wouldn’t give for a martini. Water wasn’t going to cut it.
“You don’t think there’s something going on there, do you?” Jill said, keeping her tone light. “Surely, Jamie is smarter than that.”
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