Lure of Obsession (The Muse Chronicles Book 1)

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by Lisa Kessler


  “How are you going to accomplish that?” Callie almost smiled. “Are you moving in?”

  “Wait a minute,” Mel said from behind him. “What did I miss?”

  Nate frowned at Callie. Mel came up beside him, and he took her hand. “No, I’m not moving in, but you should stay with me for a while. And bring some extra clothes.”

  Mel nudged him. “Ease up, Detective. Stop telling me what to do and explain what’s going on.”

  “Look, you’re the one who said I was marked by the gods to be your Guardian.” He released her hand, hoping she didn’t notice the sweat beading on his palms. His world was tilting on its axis, his gut instinct screaming to back off and protect himself, and his heart insisting that he keep her safe. The conflict warred inside until he struggled to keep his voice even. “We talked about this. Let me do my job.”

  Callie stood. “I’m going to leave you two alone. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

  Once she left, Mel met his eyes. “You’re scaring me. Weren’t you the one needing time?”

  He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know what else to do, Mel.”

  She tugged his hand. “Come with me.”

  He followed her to the back bedroom—her bedroom. Her college degree was framed and propped up on the dresser, a group photo of her with the other muses in front of the run-down theater, a picture of her with an older couple he assumed were her parents, and one last photo taken in her classroom. In it, Mel was dressed as Juliet with a blond-haired Romeo.

  Nate was taller, tougher, and definitely better looking than Romeo, not that he was comparing. Much.

  Mel sat on the edge of the bed. “The acid thing is freaking me out.”

  “Me, too.” He settled beside her. “And I’m sorry if I’m being pushy. If I had some solid leads, I’d be less worried about getting you out of here. We’re going to talk to the dockworker again tomorrow, and hopefully we can come up with a physical description of the guy who paid him off. But even that might fizzle out.”

  “Here’s the thing.” Her gaze locked on his. “I get that you want to keep me safe, and I appreciate it. I’ll admit I’m afraid.” She swallowed and took a slow breath, but her eyes never left his. “But if you’re thinking I should stay with you at your place just so you can keep an eye on me, I have to object.”

  Nate frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t understand.”

  “I know you don’t.” Her lips curved into a sad smile.

  What was he missing here?

  She took his hand, her fingers lacing with his. “I like you. A lot. And I’m okay with relationships. So if we’re in close quarters and I get used to waking up with you every day, I’m going to get attached. And while I’m thinking we might have a future, once you catch the bad guy, you’ll have your place back to yourself and I’ll be out of there.”

  Realization dawned on him. She was right. He would catch this guy, and when he did…what then? Indecision settled on his shoulders. But it wasn’t about Mel. Not at all.

  Strange.

  He brought her hand to his lips, barely managing a whisper. “There was a woman who came to the station to file a restraining order against her abusive husband.” He stared at their joined hands and forced the words out. “I was a new detective; thought I was bulletproof. She had a little girl hugging her leg with fear in her eyes, and I assured her that we’d keep her and her mom safe. That I would keep them safe.”

  He cleared his throat, forcing the emotions back into their box. “She and her daughter thanked me. I told her if he came anywhere near either one of them, to call and I’d be there.” He shook his head, pain searing his chest. “He found out about the restraining order and came unglued. She called 9-1-1, but the call didn’t get to me. There was an error in the transfer—maybe the operator couldn’t hear her clearly, I’ll never know for sure. The call went to the fire department.” He ground his teeth together. “By the time I got there…” He choked up, his voice gravelly with emotion. “I found the little girl lying in a pool of her mother’s blood, hugging her, and begging her to wake up.”

  Mel gripped his hand tighter, her lips brushing his temple. He lifted his head to meet her eyes. Her face was blurred from tears he had no intention of allowing to fall.

  “Her husband broke in and hit her twenty-five times in the head with a hammer.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I gave her my word she’d be safe.” He clenched his jaw. “I can’t go through that again. I won’t.”

  He looked up at the ceiling, struggling to rein in his emotions. “Your life is more important than any hang-ups I might have about relationships. We’ll both have to deal with it.”

  “What am I supposed to do here?” Mel wiped a tear from her cheek. “Sleeping over at your place just one night had you on edge and ready to run. Now you’re asking me to stay until you find this guy. It could be weeks, right?” She rested her hand on his thigh, drawing his gaze to hers. “And what about you, Nate? You matter, too.”

  She was worried about him?

  Nate couldn’t find his footing. Had he ever mattered to anyone? He wasn’t sure how to respond. “I’m not going to lie, I’m probably no picnic to live with, but maybe if we don’t call it that…”

  Mel sniffled, her lips curved up in the corners. “I could just be hiding out.”

  “Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “I have a pullout couch, and I could sleep in the living room. You can have the bedroom.”

  “I’m sorry. No.” Mel put her hand on his chest, her eyes sparkling. “I have to draw the line there. I should at least get sex out of this deal or this really would be a tragedy.”

  He chuckled. Somehow he’d shared one of his darkest moments, his guilt and shame, and not only did he not sense any judgment from her, but she’d managed to make him smile.

  He leaned in to kiss her, murmuring against her lips, “I had good intentions, but there’s no way I’d be able to keep my hands off you.”

  She stole one more slow kiss and met his eyes. “So I’m hiding out with my Guardian.”

  “And I’m protecting my muse.”

  Mel grinned. “I’ll get my things.”

  Bryce put the kickstand down on his bike and walked up to the Belkin Oil building. The guard at the gate was gone, and the backdoor was open, just as he’d been told. He jogged up the flight of stairs and caught the elevator on the second floor, avoiding security at the front lobby.

  The elevator door closed, encasing him in silent peace. His heart rate had finally calmed to a regular rhythm. He’d never had a run-in with the police before. The rush of adrenaline and fear made him feel more alive.

  He stepped out on the top floor. The light was on at the end of the hall.

  Ted Belkin looked up from his desk as he approached. “Bryce… Right on schedule.” He gestured to a chair. “Please, take a seat.”

  He did as he was told. That was part of the reason he’d caught Belkin’s eye for a spot on this secret project. Apparently his Enforcer was getting out of line. Bryce was more than ready to step in.

  Belkin narrowed his eyes. “What did you find?”

  “Melanie Jacoby is staying with Callie O’Connor. Others came and went, but those two are living in the house.” He set his helmet down. “There was also a police officer hanging around. Maybe a detective. He wasn’t in uniform, but he had a badge.”

  Belkin shot out of his chair. “Dammit! It’s like he sees a damned Bat-Signal when it comes to her.” He clenched his fists. “Did he confront you?”

  “I had my visor down so he didn’t see my face. He flashed a badge and ordered me off the bike, but I got away.”

  Belkin groaned. “Malone? Was that his name?”

  “Yeah, that sounds right.”

  “Shit.” Belkin came around from behind his desk. “Did he get the plate number on the bike?”

  Bryce shook his head. “I don’t think so. I was out of there full throttle.”

  “Good. Nice work.”r />
  Bryce leaned forward in his chair. “Will I be initiated into the Order soon?”

  “Not yet.” Belkin’s gaze locked on his. “I have a few more missions for you to accomplish first. Keep following my directions to the letter, and you’ll be inducted.”

  Bryce stood up. “Whatever you need.”

  Belkin almost smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  Mel tucked her overnight bag inside her larger duffel full of clothes. Since Nia’s death, she’d pared down her belongings from a condo, to only a few things in a bedroom, to just enough to fit in a duffel bag for her hideout with a detective who kept his heart in a lock box.

  What the hell was happening to her life?

  Part of her ached to wallow in it. She could cry for days that Nia was gone. Eventually she’d have to go box up everything in the condo. She was tempted to curl up in a fetal position and accept the tragedy, drown in it.

  Her eyes welled with tears, but she blinked them back. Before her eighteenth birthday, she’d been an optimist, eager and ready for her next adventure. But the gods had a different plan, choosing her to carry the spirit of the Muse of Tragic Poetry inside her.

  She pulled the zipper closed as Callie came into her room.

  “You sure this is a good idea?” she asked.

  Mel chuckled, slowly lifting her eyes. “It’s a wretched idea, and you know it.”

  “Then don’t do it.” A sad smile spread on Callie’s lips. “Stay here. I’m not afraid. I’m having security cameras installed outside.”

  “This was huge for Nate to invite me to his place.” Mel hooked the duffel strap on her shoulder. “If I back out, he may never take this kind of risk again. I can’t do that to him.”

  “Well, shit. You already care about him.” Callie sighed. “He has a lifetime of experience keeping people out of his heart. What if that doesn’t change?”

  “But what if it does?”

  Callie raised a brow. “Pretty positive thought for Miss Tragedy.”

  Mel rolled her eyes. “Or it’s the damn muse racing for the inevitable heartbreak.” She stared at her friend. “I’m scared, Callie. I do like Nate. A lot. And I’m guessing the more time I spend with him, the more my feelings will probably grow. I’m putting myself right in the crosshairs to unleash some monumental drama, but I can’t help it. He has the heart of a lion locked away in there. I just need to find the key.”

  Callie stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Mel, who returned the embrace as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

  “Tragedy aside,” Callie whispered, “he is one lucky son of a bitch.” She pulled back to meet her eyes. “And if he hurts you, there is a good chance I’ll have to kick his ass.”

  Mel laughed, staring down at Callie. “Nate was right. You are a firecracker. He’s a good judge of character.”

  Callie grinned. “If so, then he knows the gods blessed him when they marked him for you.”

  They both turned as Nate filled the doorway. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, but we should get going.”

  Mel walked to his side, and he took the duffel from her shoulder.

  She smiled. “You don’t need to do that.”

  “I know.” He turned to go to the car.

  Callie caught her arm before she could do the same. “Call me later.”

  Mel nodded. “I will.”

  The drive from Callie’s to Nate’s place was spent in awkward silence. Once he parked, Mel forced herself to say what kept playing through her head. “Are you already regretting inviting me here?”

  Nate glanced her way, and her heart clenched. His lips gradually curved into a smile she was quickly getting addicted to seeing. “No. But I definitely don’t know what to say.”

  “We could start with what time you need to be up in the morning?”

  “John and I are meeting at the docks at nine o’clock. You?”

  “I have to be at school by seven thirty.” Mel chuckled. “Tragic.”

  “That is tragic.” Nate laughed and took her hand, his touch settling all her jumbled nerves. “We better get you inside.”

  She got out and followed him to his condo. He carried all her things while she held the keys. After she opened the door, Nate’s phone buzzed. He set her bag down and answered.

  “Malone.” He paused. “Shit. Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

  Nate dropped his phone in his pocket, his smile now a tight grimace. What the hell was he going to do now? “Our only lead is literally dead.”

  Her eyes widened. “What?”

  He raked a hand through his hair. Struggling to keep his cool. “The guy from the dock, Dan Barlow? His wife just found his body. I’ve gotta meet John at the scene.”

  “Okay.” Her voice was steady, but he couldn’t miss the fear in her eyes. “You go. I’ll get settled.”

  Sometimes he forgot that most people didn’t deal with murders as often as he did. He took her hand, his gaze locked on hers. “No one except Callie knows you’re here. Keep the door locked and your phone handy. Call me even if you think it’s nothing.”

  She nodded. “I’ll be fine.” He couldn’t tell if she was trying to convince him or herself. She squeezed his hand. “Go. Get these bastards.”

  He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  Nate closed the door behind him. Never in his life had he wanted to come home. He tried not to analyze it, but he smiled as he jogged to the car.

  John met Nate at the car as he pulled up to the scene. “Our man was staking out the street all night,” John told him. “He didn’t see anyone approach the house.”

  Nate scanned the fence line. “He had to have come through the back. Any prints?”

  “They’re still collecting forensics, but no prints yet.”

  “Fuck.” He met John’s eyes. “His wife didn’t hear anything?”

  “No.” John stepped out of the way of a tech. “She was sleeping with her C-Pap machine humming, and he was in his chair watching TV. She woke up to go to the bathroom and realized he wasn’t in bed.”

  “She’s not a suspect?”

  “I doubt it.” John shook his head. “His throat was cut, and she doesn’t have any blood on her or any trail that could lead to a stashed weapon. She’s pretty upset. We’ll see if there’s any evidence linking her, but it doesn’t look likely.”

  Nate headed for the front door with John right behind him. The medical examiner was already on the scene investigating the victim’s body. The television was still on.

  He approached Barlow’s wife and knelt by her side where she sat in a dining room chair, hair rumpled in mismatched sweats. “I’m sorry for your loss, Mrs. Barlow.”

  She sniffled and met his gaze. “Dan was a good man.”

  Until he took money from the wrong guy. “I need to ask you a few more questions so we can find the person who did this.”

  She nodded and wiped her nose.

  “You said you didn’t hear a struggle. Did you notice any noises out back?”

  “Nothing. I have sleep apnea. The doctor gave me a machine to help me sleep. It blows air. I didn’t hear anything.” She rocked slowly in her chair. “I work early in the morning so I was in bed by nine o’clock. Who would do this?”

  He didn’t know for sure yet, but he had a strong hunch it was a man wearing a gold mask of Kronos. “We’re going to do our best to find out. Is there anyone we can call for you?”

  “I already called my sister. She’ll be here soon.”

  “Did your husband have any enemies that you know of?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “Everyone liked Dan.”

  He handed her his card. “Call me if you remember anything else, okay?”

  “Thank you.” She took the card.

  Nate got up and stood beside his partner. “Can you watch over things here? I’m going to take a look out back.”

  He took a flashlight from one of the techs and pulled on a pair of latex gloves
. If he stumbled onto anything that might have fingerprints, he didn’t want to chance contaminating the evidence. He nodded to his partner and headed out the back door.

  The cool night air settled over him as he swung the flashlight slowly from side to side, searching for any sign of blood or an entry point to the property. He’d have to walk the fence line to search for openings, but he was grateful to be doing it alone. His gut told him this was all connected, and if he had a vision, he didn’t want an audience.

  About ten feet from the back steps, he noticed a drop of blood. He pulled an evidence flag from his pocket and stuck it in the ground to mark the spot. It was probably from the victim, but the forensics team might be able to find trace elements from the weapon, or maybe the killer nicked himself.

  Wishful thinking.

  Either way, it proved his theory that the attacker came through the back. The chain-link fence was eight feet high. A murderer wouldn’t risk getting caught or leaving evidence behind from a climb. There had to be an opening in the fence someplace.

  He tucked the flashlight under his arm and braced himself before he touched the fence. Nothing. Nate frowned. Then he remembered the gloves. He pulled off the latex and tried again.

  A movie came to life in his head. The man in the black robe and gold mask; he clipped the chain-link on the back fence line.

  And before going through, he removed the mask.

  Nate’s heart rate double-timed. Straining, he struggled to make out the killer’s face, but the shadows kept it hidden. He had short brown hair, no earring, no tattoos that he could see, and in his other hand, two wooden handles hung down from a wire.

  Then Nate was alone in the backyard again.

  Nate pulled the glove back on, blinking until his vision cleared. He had to find the opening. Maybe the robe got snagged or the gold was scraped off the mask. He was stretching, but he needed something.

  He had to get this guy and keep Mel safe.

  When he found the opening, he removed the glove again. Nothing. Shit. He tucked the glove in his pocket and slid through. Sweeping the beam of light back and forth, he marked another drop of blood.

 

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