Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Kit curses as I plant her against him, and then grab a stack of napkins, as I run fairly blindly, toward a cluster of shops, a worthless endeavor. Elsa is gone and I halt, aware that most of these shores will have a backdoor for parking and trash. I dial Tic Tac who answers on the first ring. “Any news?” he asks.
“We found her and lost her. Have Chief Taylor get a team canvassing the area though I don’t think they’ll find her. We won’t see her again until she wants us, too. And give Taylor my number and tell him to text me his. I’m going home to change and then coming to you next.”
“Change why?”
“I got a little ice cream all over me.” I don’t elaborate. I disconnect.
At this point, Kit is by my side, and he gives a grunt. “That went like shit. We looked like fools on some sort of hidden camera show.”
He’s not wrong and I lick chocolate from my lip. “The hot fudge is damn good. We owe the old lady ice cream for life. Let’s go make that happen and get some for us for the road.”
“I’m not going to argue. I either need a shot or ice cream. Hanging out with you is stressful as fuck, Lilah.”
“Oh stop being a whiny baby. You’re getting ice cream.”
This is over. At least, for now.
Not much later the old lady has her ice cream for a year for free, and the security guard has a pint to take home. But as I enjoy my pistachio with immense pleasure, Kit’s words play in my head. Going to Elsa’s favorite ice cream shop might send her over the edge. I mean maybe. I could get very personal and protective over this ice cream.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“Everyone here needs to take a shower!”
I walk into Lucas’s place and its rank. After a quick inspection I find them all in the combination living room and kitchen; Enrique and Jay watching TV while Lucas and Tic Tac sit across from each other at the kitchen table with laptops in front of them and Jack at the endcap. There’s also an open container of sushi in front of Lucas.
“You know you smell like that stuff after you eat?” I demand, grabbing it and taking it to the trash where I dump it, in a scent-controlling sealed can.
“Damn it, I was eating that, Lilah,” Lucas whines.
“We agree with Lilah,” Jay calls out. “Which is why we ordered pizza.”
“Jack solved the waitress mystery,” Tic Tac says, strangely silent on the sushi, which means he’s a second offender. This is why I don’t like to be around people. I find out the gross things they do.
Kit joins his men and I sit down on the opposite endcap to Jack. “I’m listening.”
“I went into the diner today and flirted with one of the waitresses.”
The idea of him doing any such thing is downright comical. “You. Flirted? Did you describe the way Michael killed victim number three in Halloween 2?”
“No. Should I have? I remember exactly. It was a dark night and—”
“No. Please. I beg of you, do not tell me. Just get to the part where you solved the mystery.”
“Marissa, that’s the waitress I just met, she told me they were all paid to know nothing. And what do they know?”
“She doesn’t know. She wasn’t a part of it, but she says that Meghan who works tonight got paid. And she’s real nervous. If you ask her with your badge as decoration, she says Meghan will talk.”
I’m skeptical but Murphy left me that card to the diner, this new information suggests a large, payday-worthy secret. “When does she get in?”
“Seven.”
“Then we’ll go to dinner at seven.” I conclude.
“We, including me,” Kit calls out.
“Only if you stay out of sight, and in the parking lot,” I say. “I need Elsa to get bold and come at me so she doesn’t shift back to her target list. And before you argue,” I rotate to face him, “I’m an FBI agent. I do shit like this and if you don’t like it, I’ll arrest you and if you don’t believe me, try me.”
“Kane won’t like it.”
“Kane has a love-hate relationship with my badge, and if he wants the part he loves, he needs to deal with the part he hates. And yes, I’ll say that to him, but he’s a little busy right now.” I turn back around and offer my attention to Tic Tac and Lucas. “What else do we have?”
“I got my hands on Elsa’s discharge file,” Lucas offers. “She was forced out on a mental health recommendation, but from what I can tell, she was fine after her exit. She opened her business. She goes to the gym. She actually does charity work for wounded warriors.”
My brows dip as I try to work through this. “Then what set her off now? Why create a hit list and act on it now?”