Standing in the Shadows (McClouds & Friends #2)(111)

"This sucks," Sean said forcefully. "I was having fun until now."

"They're going to be knocking on our door," Connor said. "Tasha's fingered us for sure. And Nick's already called Erin."

Sean made a frustrated sound. "Probably this has nothing to do with Novak. Billy's lovely manners just earned him some enemies and last night one of them caught up with him. I can see it. It's credible."

"Sure, maybe," Connor said. "And maybe someone didn't want us or anybody else to talk to Billy. Maybe someone wants us distracted by finding out that we're suspects in a homicide investigation."

"Stop it, Con," Sean said sourly. "You're trying to make me into a conspiracy theorist, and I don't want to go there. It's not my scene."

"You think I'm doing this for fun?" Connor snarled. "Get out of here, Sean. Take Miles, and go back to Endicott Falls."

"Yeah, like I'd leave my big brother alone with all this weirdness."

"Goddammit, Sean—"

"Talk to you later. I'm calling Davy." The connection broke.

He tried to call Erin again, but the line was still busy.

The cold weight of dread built inside him, swelling into panic.



Erin was dismayed by the messages on her machine. She paced back and forth next to the phone table, trying to sort out her thoughts. She didn't want to talk to Nick, that was for sure. She didn't want to talk to Lydia, either. And she really didn't want to confront the whole Mueller issue with Connor as nervous and overprotective as he currently was. The timing was just awful.

But this was the day. She had to have it out with him and be strong, no matter how upset he got. Her professional future depended on it. Anyone could see it. Connor was just going to have to see it, too.

She picked up the phone to dial Connor's cell number. It rang in her hand, and she was so startled, she almost dropped the thing.

She clicked the line open. "Hello?" she said cautiously.

"Hey, this is Erin, right? It's Nick. I'm glad I caught you. Is Connor there?"

"No," she said. "Call his cell phone if you want to talk to—"

"No, Erin. I don't want to talk to Connor. I want to talk to you."

Her knees wobbled in trepidation, and she sat down hard on the stairs, jolting her tailbone. "What about?"

"You were with him last night at the Alley Cat, right? When he and his brother pounded Billy Vega to a pulp?"

"No, Nick, I was there when he and his brother were surrounded by nine big guys who all proceeded to attack them at once, and who got exactly what they deserved. Why do you ask?"

"I'm not interested in the nine guys, Erin. I'm interested in Connor's interest in Billy Vega."

"That guy hurt my little sister, Nick. He hit her, and terrorized her, and God only knows what else. So don't ask me to feel sorry for—"

"Billy Vega is dead, Erin."

She froze, mouth agape. "Dead?"

"According to Tasha Needham, it happened a little before six a.m. Tasha took Billy to the emergency room, where they set his wrist. Then Tasha and Billy took a cab to his rental house, where they proceeded to get very stoned. Sometime in the early morning, the assailant entered the house and beat Billy to death with a blunt object. Tasha was vomiting in the bathroom at the time, which probably saved her life. But she told us all about the ninja monsters who kidnapped Cindy Riggs and beat up Billy earlier that evening. It wasn't much of a leap."

"My God," she whispered. "That's… that's so awful."

Nick waited a moment. "Was Connor with you last night?"

"Yes," she said, still dazed.

Then, like a splash of ice water, the implications of Nick's question hit her. "Nick, for God's sake. You can't be suggesting that—"

"For the whole night?"

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, and burst out, "Yes! Yes, of course he was!"

But her hesitation had betrayed her. Nick cursed softly into the phone. "This is getting ugly, Erin. I don't want you mixed up in it."

"But Connor would never—"

"You saw what he did to Georg Luksch," Nick said. "Connor is my friend, but he's wound up too tight, and he's finally snapped. This fantasy he's got, about Novak and Luksch gunning for you—"

"What do you mean, fantasy?" she demanded. "Are you saying that it's not true that they broke out of prison? He's just trying to protect me! He feels responsible because Dad's not around to do it."

Nick hesitated for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle. "Erin. There's no one to protect you from. Novak's dead."

She struggled to comprehend. The information didn't fit.

It rattled senselessly around in her mind, making noise. "When?" she whispered.

"Yesterday, in France. A mafiya hit. Territory war, they think. Rival crime lords. A building got blown up. Novak was inside. Dental records confirm it. The charred skeleton was missing three fingers on its right hand. They're working on the DNA, but they're sure."

Her mind whirled. "So Connor doesn't know?"