Blow(31)

I tipped the creamer and added a small amount to the jet-black liquid. “Because I’m sitting here. Because I care about what’s going on. Because I want to help.”

“Tell me what you and your father were doing at Michael’s office.”

She was suddenly all business.

Assessing the situation, I leaned back in my chair and stretched my legs as I tried to decide the best way to go about this. I looked at her. At my cup of coffee. And back at her. “My father is legal counsel to a man involved with Michael and he came to brief Michael on a . . . situation.”

Her eyes bore into mine. “You mean the drug issue?”

My nod was hesitant, but enough that she knew the score.

Elle drew in a deep breath. “How does a boy from New York get involved in a Boston drug ring?”

“If you’re talking about me, I’m not involved.”

She raised a doubtful brow. “Who is this man who sent your father?”

Hesitation furrowed my brows.

“Tell me.”

“Patrick Flannigan,” I said, not really sure why.

Nothing registered. She didn’t know him.

I sipped my coffee. She really knew very little and that was how it should stay. I felt the need to clarify something. “Elle, there are some things you are better off not knowing.”

She held her hand up. “I’m tired of hearing that. My sister was into something illegal and if dangerous people are involved, I have a right to know.”

Ruffled, I ran a hand through my hair. “You’re right. I don’t disagree. At the same time, I’m here because I want to help you, not hurt you. But you need to let me do that.”

She gave me a slight nod. “Fair enough.”

The blanket had fallen off her shoulders and tiny nipples were protruding through the thin fabric of her top. My cock hardened, and I had to shift in my seat and reset my focus. “So tell me about your sister.”

She pulled the blanket up. “First tell me who you think that was. Were they trying to hurt me?”

With a jerk forward, I had a strange urge to grab her hand. “I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. And I’m finished with you firing questions at me. I want to be honest with you, but I need you to talk to me first.”

Annoyed, she wouldn’t let up. “I will. After you tell me who you think that was.”

My temper was flaring and I took a moment to calm down. “Straight up?”

She gave me the barest hint of a nod.

Ready or not, it was time to lay it on the line. “Your tire wasn’t just flat, it was slashed. I hate to say this, but I’m almost certain it was deliberate.”

Elle gave me another nod, this one no more certain than the last, and she shivered at the same time. Tough shit—there was no time to sugarcoat the truth, not that I would have done so anyway.

“It just seems way too coincidental that with everything going it was some random perpetrator. Whoever it was must have been here to leave a message.” As soon as I said the words, the knot I felt in my stomach prevented me from forging on. Clint Eastwood sounded great, but in reality the Dirty Harry thing was wearing thin. I didn’t like to see her in this state. She looked way too vulnerable for my liking.

Frowning, she circled her finger in the air. “Go on.”

Did she just give me an order?

And had I just said vulnerable?

Composing myself, I told her what I knew. “He came here to scare you in some way. That’s about the only thing I’m one hundred percent certain about.”

“Buy why?”

“More than likely to send Michael a warning through you.”

Her inscrutable countenance gave little away.

Frustrated, I cast her a wary look. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me why you think it might have been your sister.”

Elle’s bravado seemed to deflate as soon as I put the conversation in her court. With a hand on the table, she stood up and went over to the couch, still wrapped in the blanket and carrying her cup with her. Once she settled herself, she looked over at me and I could see the gloom on her face. “My sister’s missing. We don’t know where she is. I lied to you earlier. She’s not in rehab.”

I nodded. I already knew that, but I was glad she’d come clean. “Why the lie?”

She drew in a breath. “Michael is worried that if he reports her missing and the police find her, they’ll figure out she’s been involved with illegal activities and arrest her.”

“So, he claims to be protecting her, but what if she’s in trouble? What if that was her?”

“I don’t know. I have to trust Michael on this. I haven’t seen my sister in fifteen years. There’s a chance I might not even know her if I saw her. But talking to you earlier tonight opened up some old wounds, and she has been on my mind more than usual. Like I said, now that I’ve had time to think about it, I really don’t believe it was her.”

Feeling like an * for pushing, I stood and walked over to the sofa, sitting on the opposite end. “Do you have any idea where your sister is now?”

She pulled the blanket from her shoulders. “No. My only guess is that things got too tough for her to handle and she ran off.”

I tried not to look at her sexier-than-f*ck body, but my own body had a mind of its own and I could feel my blood coursing hot through my veins. “Tell me what you know.”