Hidden Away (KGI #3)(25)

She made a sound that came out as a grunt. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Where’s Van?”

“He’s asleep at the computer,” his sister-in-law said. “Ethan and Rachel came over after you called earlier so he never went back to bed.”

“How is Rachel doing?”

“She seems to be doing well. She and Ethan went swimming. Sam wouldn’t let me go. He said if I started to drown there wasn’t a life preserver that would fit around me.”

Garrett snorted. “What an ass**le. Want me to kick his ass for you?”

She laughed and Garrett smiled. “Rachel kicked him for me. I couldn’t lift my leg that high without falling over.”

“You take good care of yourself and my niece. I’ll expect a phone call the minute you go into labor.”

“I think the entire world will know when the day finally comes,” she said tiredly. “I mean, I don’t think even elephants are pregnant this long.”

“Poor sweetie. Make Sam give you a foot rub.”

“Donovan is stirring and I need to wipe up the drool off the desk. Do you want to speak to him?” Sophie asked.

“Yeah, thanks. Take care, okay?”

Muffled sounds came through the phone and then Donovan’s irritated growl and Sophie’s laughter.

“For someone who was in such a goddamn hurry, you took your sweet time calling back.”

Garrett winced. “Sorry, Van. Something came up. You got anything for me?”

Donovan sighed. “Actually, no. I’ve been on it all afternoon. If something happened to her, it’s not on record anywhere. I have a contact in Boston who is doing some more digging for me. He’ll poke around her neighbors, acquaintances and coworkers to see what he can come up with but we have to be careful because she has a lot of damn people looking for her.”

Garrett sighed. No record. Meaning whatever had happened to her went unreported. He wanted to put his fist through the wall. Had she been in an abusive relationship? Was she a victim of random violence?

“Do me a favor, Van. Look up any past relationships. Boyfriends, casual dates, whatever. I need some blanks filled. Resnick either didn’t tell us the whole story or he doesn’t know it himself, which is hard to believe since he’s such a meticulous bastard.”

“What are you really looking for, Garrett? Help me out here. I need to know what I’m searching for.”

Garrett rubbed a hand over his face. “I think she was attacked. Maybe raped. I feel pretty sure it was by someone she trusted. So I don’t know if she was abused, if some guy she was with beat the hell out of her or sexually assaulted her. There’s something going on here beyond her witnessing someone being murdered.”

“Christ,” Donovan muttered.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

All of the Kellys had a strong protective urge when it came to women and children, but Donovan especially had a soft spot a mile wide for women and children. A lot of times it was to his detriment because he simply couldn’t turn down a job if a child or a woman was in jeopardy. He was putty in a woman’s hands. He adored women and they adored him. Garrett teased him that it was the geek that appealed to the “fairer sex.” But the truth of the matter was, Donovan was extremely intelligent and he was good to his toes. Women sensed that and they flocked to him like flies.

He was quieter than his brothers. He wasn’t as big and broad shouldered as the rest. Often he was most comfortable taking a backseat to everyone else. He stood on the fringes and watched. As a result, Donovan had more dirt on people than Garrett could imagine.

And there wasn’t anyone else Garrett would rather have at his back.

“Garrett, that bullshit Resnick spouted ... You can’t go in like that if some son of a bitch hurt her.”

Garrett controlled his irritation because he knew Donovan was doing what Donovan did best. Looking out for the woman. “I know that, Van. Sarah ... She’s vulnerable right now. She needs a friend. I intend to be that friend.”

“Let me know if you need me, okay? I can be over there in a day. In the meantime, I’ll do some more digging and let you know what I find out.”

“Thanks, Van. Now go get some sleep. You sound like hell.”

“Fuck you.”

Garrett grinned and cut the connection. He rubbed the back of his neck, fingers digging into the base of his skull. He was tired and right now a hot shower sounded better than sex. He needed to get to bed and get some rest because he had an early morning errand to run the next day. Preferably before Sarah had a chance to get up and around.

CHAPTER 9

SARAH opened her eyes to sunlight streaming through her window. She blinked the grogginess away and turned to look at the clock. Sure she hadn’t seen the numbers correctly, she shoved to her elbow and squinted to get a better look. Ten A.M.? Holy cow.

Pathches jumped onto the bed and eyed her suspiciously. Usually Sarah was the first out of bed and the cat always protested being moved from her warm spot.

Sarah flopped back onto her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. The cat rubbed against her side and purred loudly. Sarah put her hand down to rub the animal’s ears and received a delicate meow in thanks.

It was the most she’d slept since arriving. Most nights she was lucky to get in a few hours. Her dreams haunted her, and at times she refused to close her eyes because she’d do anything to keep the demons at bay.