Trailed

by Naomi Niles

  “No, but I’ll just make up some bull about an upgrade or maintenance. They won’t care.”

  “I’ll be back.” I walked out to the elevator and took it to the ground floor. The office was built to reflect the wealth of its inhabitants. The lobby was faux green marble with a running fountain in the center and light displays hanging from the ceiling.

  I walked behind the front desk and took the door out to the service ramp. The wind was howling through the corridor, sending a blast of cold air that stuck to my arms. I walked out, around the corner, and stopped.

  Somebody wearing a black hoodie was standing in front of the security console holding a knife. “Hey,” I shouted and ran at them.

  They turned away from me and started running through the parking lot. I followed them as fast as I could, around the corner, down the alley between the buildings. At the end of the alley, they hopped into a white Toyota and drove away.

  The license plate was covered in duct tape. I couldn’t read it, which meant that there was no way for me to find them. I walked back up to the third floor where Fred was waiting. “You’re out of breath,” he said. “What happened?”

  “Some punk in a hoodie was tampering with the security system. I went after him, but he got in his car and drove away.”

  “Did you get the license plate?”

  “It was covered. They thought of that.”

  “Are you serious?” he raged. “Who would do something like that?”’

  “I have no idea, but I’m not going to take my eyes off the cameras.”

  “I’ll call the contractors. If those things go out again, let me know.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Running had always come naturally to me. When I was a kid, I used to run every morning to school. I ran to the swimming hole. I ran to the park. Everywhere I went, I ran. That’s why I joined the track team in high school and why I managed to make it so far in the military. I’d been through nearly a decade of hardcore training. There wasn’t anyone I knew that could run as fast as I could, and somehow that guy still got away. I had to know what was going on.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Gillian

  “And, up!” Lexie stood at the front of the class with her feet pointed out, her knees bent as she rose out of the plié. “And, down,” she instructed as she lowered herself.

  Beth turned back to me with a huge grin. I gave her a thumbs up, ignoring the obvious stares from the mothers sitting on the side of the room.

  “Good job, everybody.” Lexie relaxed her position. “I think that’s it for today. I want you all to practice as much as you can at home so we can put on a good show for your parents this weekend.”

  I forgot the recital. We had it every month at the same time, and I completely spaced it. I was too busy thinking about Dwayne and our night at the club. I had to come back to the moment and forget all of that. The dance moms could smell weakness.

  Lexie ended the class and the girls started grabbing their things. I went back to get a water bottle from the fridge under the lobby desk. When I turned around, Beth was standing behind me. “Well hello,” I said and knelt down.

  “Hi,” she beamed.

  “You know, I have to say, Beth, you are doing so good in class. I’m very proud of you.”

  “Thank you. Do you think I’m good enough for the recital?”

  “I think you’ll be the best one out there.”

  “Really?” She gave me a hug. “And, everyone’s going to be there, aren’t they?”

  “Yes, they are. All of the moms and all of the dads are going to be watching.”

  “Are you going to bring your husband?” she asked.

  “I don’t have a husband, but if I did, I’d definitely bring him.”

  “You should get a husband and bring him so he can see me dance.”

  “I’ll try.” I stood up.

  Beth’s mother was there standing in front of the desk smiling down at us. “How’s she doing?” she asked.

  “Don’t tell anyone I said this,” I looked around, “but she’s my favorite. She’s so sweet, and she’s an amazing dancer.”

  “Thank you so much.”

  “You’re welcome. Keep bringing her. She has a lot of potential.”

  “I will.”

  The other moms were gone, and I could finally rest. I took my water, and one for Lexie, back into the studio where she was changing out of her ballet shoes. “How are things going with Dwayne?”

  “It’s amazing, Lexie. The man is a steed. He’s quiet until I get him alone. Then he turns into a monster.”

  “Really?”

  “I was going to chew you out for talking to him at the speed dating thing the other night, but it was exactly what we needed to push us together. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. There are no issues?”

  “Not with Dwayne, but Michael’s causing some trouble. He’s been making it very clear that he doesn’t want Dwayne to get with me. I’m worried he’s going to find out and cause a scene.”

  “Michael has been bossing you around since you were a little kid. You’re a grown woman. Tell him how it is, and if he doesn’t like it, then tough shit.”

  “I think you’re right. I should probably just lay down the law.”

  “You should.”

  “Beth said something kind of funny a second ago.”

  “What was that?”

  “She wanted to know if I was going to take my husband to the dance recital.”

  “What did you say?”

  “That I didn’t have one. Then, she said I should get a husband and bring him.”

  “Maybe not a husband, but I’ll bet Dwayne would have fun. You should ask him to come.”

  “That is a good idea. I think I will. I’ve been wanting to show him the dance studio.”

  “What’s for lunch?” Lexie slipped on her shoes.

  “I want a grinder,” I said.

  “Then, come on. I’ve got a private lesson in an hour.” Lexie and I locked up and drove down to the sandwich shop to have lunch. Lexie ordered a meatball marinara, and I had them top my sandwich off with loads of banana peppers and olives, along with a splash of red wine vinaigrette. We took the sandwiches to a park a few blocks away from the dance studio and sat down on a bench next to the fountain in the center.

  “It’s a thing now, isn’t it?”

  “What?” I picked off a piece of bread and fed it to the pigeons.

  “You and Dwayne, silly. I can tell. It’s not just sex.”

  “I don’t know what it is.”

  “Aren’t you a little worried?” she asked me.

  “Why should I be?”

  “He’s not just any guy. He’s your brother’s best friend and your high school crush.”

  “So?”

  “So, that can get a little intense. You’ve got all those old feelings rolling around. That kind of thing doesn’t just go away. It could come up to bite you.”

  “It’s been more than ten years, and I was sixteen. I think I can control my hormones.” I took a bite of my sandwich.”

  “I keep warning you, and you keep pushing back.”

  “You’re back and forth — worried we will get together, worried we won’t. I’m taking my time. I won’t jump into anything too intense. Besides, you don’t have anything going on. We both know you’re lonely. Maybe that’s what this is about.”

  Lexie blushed and took a bite of her sandwich so I wouldn’t notice.

  “What was that?”

  “His name’s Rick.”

  “Rick?”

  “Yeah, you remember, the guy from the speed dating thing.”

  “Oh,” I gasped. “You’ve been hiding it this whole time. You little hypocrite.”

  “I am not a hypocrite. We’ve only been out twice since the event, but I think it’s going pretty well.”

  “Are you sure you’re not getting in too deep?” I chided. “You’re my friend, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

>   “Fine. Fine. I’ll leave it alone,” Lexie conceded.

  “Good, and we’ll both agree to be careful.”

  “Definitely.” We finished our lunches and walked back to the studio to start our private lessons.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Dwayne

  I spent twelve hours doing nothing but staring at the computer monitor, switching back and forth between the cameras until I could barely keep my eyes open. Then I started drinking coffee, cup after cup, until my hands were shaking. I must’ve gone over three days worth of video, but it wasn’t enough. I had to find out who was trying to sabotage the security system.

  I had found a new reason to keep going: Fred needed me. I needed to keep my job and the people that worked at the office needed me to keep them safe. This wasn’t just petty vandalism. Whoever was doing this was trying to get into the building without being seen, and they had good reason to do so.

  Adams Tower wasn’t just an office building. It was the base of operations for some of the most successful stock brokers in the city and home to the largest financial databases in the state. If the records got out, thousands of people would have their information stolen.

  When I got downstairs and started locking up, all I could think about was getting home, taking a shower, and going to bed. I walked out into the back lot and saw Gillian waiting by my car. “Gillian, what are you doing here?”

  “I thought I’d surprise you.” She held out a bag for me to take. “Lexie and I stopped at this curry place for dinner, and I brought you a plate. I thought you might be hungry.”

  “I’m starving.” I took the bag and gave her a peck. “It’s not safe here, though. Somebody tried to break into the building, and we’re still trying to find out what’s going on.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, I’m glad you came. It’s nice being surprised like this.”

  “I have an idea,” she announced.

  “What’s that?”

  “We have a dance recital this weekend, and I was wondering if you’d like to be my date. I know it’s ballet, and you’re a big strong man, but I thought it would be kind of fun for you to see the studio.”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Really?” She jumped up, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her lips tasted like strawberries. “I got to go, but I’ll give you a call.”

  “Alright.” I bit my bottom lip and looked her over. “I’ll see you then.”

  Halfway home, my phone started ringing. “Hello?”

  “Dwayne, it’s your mother. The one you never call.”

  “Oh, that mother. I thought it was the one that understood that her boy had a life.”

  “Very funny. I miss you. Come see us.”

  “I don’t know when I can, what with work and all. Things are kind of hectic here.”

  “Are you happy?”

  “Yeah, Mom. I am. I like it here a lot.”

  “That’s what matters. I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to acclimate to things and that you would be lonely.”

  “I’m not.”

  “I didn’t just call to harass you about coming to see us. Your brothers got a gig in town at this dive bar on the edge of the city. I was thinking that maybe you might like to go down and see it.”

  “When is it?”

  “Next Friday. Are you busy?”

  “No, it sounds fun. I haven’t seen Jesse play in a while.”

  “You’d better not forget about me down here. Your father’s on this marinara kick, and he’s trying to get me to try to his sauces every few minutes. It’s driving me crazy, and I need a distraction.”

  “Unplug the stove and pretend you don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

  She laughed. “I love you, sweetie. I’ll talk to you later.”

  I could barely keep my eyes open when I got home. When I got in bed, my phone started ringing. The number was private, but I answered anyway. “Hello?”

  There was no response.

  “Hello?” I waited.

  “Quit Granger,” a mechanical voice said.

  I shot up. “Who is this?” The line went dead.

  I was too tired, and I had too many questions. How did they get my number? Why did they want me to quit? Was I a threat to these people? How did they even know who I was? I lay back, still holding my phone. Fred had to know what happened. If things were going to escalate, he had to be ready.

  I called him. “Dwayne, what are you doing? That place is closed.”

  “I know, but I had to tell you what happened. Some guy just called my phone and told me in a masked voice that I should quit the company.”

  “Do you think it had anything to do with the guy that shut off the cameras?”

  “Probably.”

  “They’re connected to you somehow.”

  “They might be, and they might not be. There’s way to get people’s cell phone numbers. All I’m saying is that I think things are going to get worse and you should be ready.”

  I heard him cursing in the background. “I’m going to skin them alive,” he came back to the phone.

  “You get one half, I’ll get the other.”

  Fred laughed. “I’m glad I hired you, Dwayne. You’re a solid man. That’s rare.”

  “I’m glad I could help.”

  When I lay back down in bed, my thoughts took over, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t turn them off. I had to know what these people were planning before they did it. I decided that when I went into work, I’d take some time and go over the building again. Maybe I could find something useful.

  Chapter Twenty

  Gillian

  I glanced at the clock. It was six-thirty. The dance recital was in half an hour, and I was still at home trying to make sure that the white flower I’d tucked behind my ear was in the perfect position. I pulled my hair back behind it one more time and took a quick look. It simply wouldn’t sit right. I threw the thing in the trash and headed out the door.

  Dwayne was standing outside his house when I pulled up. He had this way of looking right at me, as if he could see through me. It made me feel vulnerable, like he could get to me no matter what, and he could. Nothing could stop the chill racing through me when he hopped in and gave me a hug.

  His touch lingered when he pulled away. “Are you excited to see the girls?” he asked when I pulled out of the driveway. “You’ve probably been working really hard to get them ready.”

  “I have, and I’m really glad that you came.”

  “I wouldn’t miss a chance to see you.”

  “You’re going to have fun. We’ve got a really good group this time, and I think they have a lot of potential.”

  “Are they young?”

  “Oh, yeah. Their mothers get them in dance as early as they can. We don’t take anyone under five, but they’d sign them up a lot earlier than that if they could.”

  “That’s terrible.”

  We got there right before the recital started. “Listen,” I turned to him before we got out, “the mothers are going to try to talk to me and hound me about every little thing. We have to just run straight for the back door and sit down without talking to anyone.”

  “Kind of like when you catch the football and have to run for the goal before anyone tackles you.”

  “Exactly,” we both laughed. “But seriously. These women are vicious.”

  “I’ve been at war for the better part of a decade. I think I can deal with some catty women.”

  “Yeah… I’m gonna have to rush you through.” I checked the rearview mirror. Lili Nguyen, one of our more avid skeptics was standing in the front lot, staring at my car. “Come on.”

  “She’s coming,” Dwayne checked back behind us as we made our way across the lot.

  “Don’t look. Don’t look. I don’t want her to know that we see her.”

  “Excuse me,” she called out, her pumps clicking against the pavement.

  “Go, go, go.” I pushed him through
the back door and started to walk through.

  Bright orange fingernails caught the door before it closed behind me. “Where have you been?” Lili opened the door. “Everything is in shambles. Two of the girls skinned their knees and Lexie can barely hold up. This recital is a disaster.”

  “The girls are young. Some trouble is to be expected.”

  “Are you coming?” Dwayne walked up behind me.

  Lili trained her dragon eyes on him, then on me. “Just get it together.” She stormed off.

  “You weren’t kidding. What is with these women?” We started walking to our seats.

  “They do this because they want their children to get into the industry. It’s totally cutthroat, as you can imagine, so they’re all complete sociopaths.” Dwayne sat down, and I took a seat next to him. “On our first day, one of the girls pushed another girl down, and her mother was nodding along, encouraging her.”

  “That’s sick.”

  “That’s the reality of parents and competition.” Lexie dimmed the lights and took a seat at the keyboard in back.

  “I just want to thank everyone for coming tonight to show their support for our little ballerinas. We have an amazing class this semester — one of the best I’ve ever seen — and I really think you’re going to enjoy tonight’s performance.”

  “You worked hard,” Dwayne whispered. “Be proud.”

  “Thank you.” I reached out and squeezed his hand. It felt intimate, more than we’d done before. When I pulled my hand back, I could still feel the warmth from his skin. I tried not to focus on that and watch as the girls came out, their hands above their heads, as they spun slowly on their toes.

  When Beth came out at the end of the line, she waved at me, and my heart jumped. I was ready to tear up. I didn’t want Dwayne to see, but I couldn’t help it. He pretended that he didn’t notice at first. Then he took my hand and held it through the rest of the dance.

  When the procession was over, the girls all stood at a line at the front of the room and bowed. Beth looked right at me when she dipped down, and I nearly died. “She really likes you,” Dwayne whispered in my ear.

  “I’ve given her every moment of my time since she got here, and it’s paid off.”