Diamond (Rare Gems #2)(35)
Bill dropped before him and inspected the button. On his hands and knees like this Ward felt his belly tighten and his cock swell. He was just reaching out to pull Bill to his lengthening cock when the phone rang at the desk. Ward took a step back.
What the f*ck was he doing? When Bill rubbed his hand over his own cock and smiled up at Ward, fear and anger nearly took him to his knees. Taking another step back, Ward reached out for something to hold onto when his hands curled around a sign just as Bill cupped his balls.
A surge of something so powerful made him swing out with the sign. Ward had no idea what came over him, but thoughts of Bill sucking his cock made him both aroused and pissed. Anger won over.
Ward had no idea what had happened when he sort of stepped back into himself. There was blood all over him, as well as the rack of clothes in front of him. Feet stuck out from under the clothes that dripped blood, and Ward was almost afraid to look at the rest of the body. Dropping the sign, he looked around.
“Mother f*ck.” Ward raced to the front of the store and locked it. He turned over the closed sign and turned off the lights. Backing away, he tried to think what the hell he was supposed to do now. When he realized his prints were everywhere, he grabbed a shirt off another rack and started wiping things down he knew he’d touched. The door, the lock, and anything else he might have brushed against. When he was sure he had gotten everything but the sign, he looked down at his own clothing.
“Look what you did,” Ward screamed at the legs. “You’ve ruined my only nice suit with your…your touching. Now what the f*ck am I going to do? I can’t go see my brother like this.”
He was panicking. Ward took deep breaths trying to calm himself. He’d been in a situation like this before and knew that things had to be done. Cameras. He looked around all the walls and saw three of them. If he remembered correctly that was what had nearly gotten him caught once before. Going to the back room, he found a messy office and tore through it looking for something that would be used for recording. That’s when he decided that they were fake. There was nothing in the entire room to indicate that anything had recorded what had happened. Looking down at his clothes again, Ward realized he’d have to have something to wear. Going back out onto the sales floor, he nearly screamed when he heard someone knocking at the locked door.
Holding his breath, Ward wondered if someone else might have a key and could let themselves in, but the person moved away. Going to the rack he’d first been looking at, he found himself a suit that would more than likely fit him and took it to the changing room to see.
He’d had to make three trips to find something suitable. What the hell these people were thinking when they put the jackets on one side of the room and the pants on the other was beyond him. When he finally had what he wanted, he went to the back again and stripped down. There was no way he was going to be all bloodied, so he washed as best he could, using the wipes he found while looking for a recorder. Ward finally had to sit down and rest.
“Why am I rushing around as if there is a closing time I have to worry about?” The sound of his own voice calmed him somewhat, and he went to the little refrigerator and found, much to his surprise, a thick roast beef sandwich from a deli he’d only heard of and several colas. He was finishing off the cheesecake he’d also found when he thought of the cash register.
Finally, he thought. Something is going my way. There was nearly four grand in the drawer, as well as five hundred he’d found in Bills pants. In the open safe that he’d noticed earlier, he found an additional ten thousand dollars and several credit card receipts.
Ward had had some minor luck with a few stolen credit cards in his day. Mostly, it was the people he’d been staying with and it was that that had gotten him kicked out of a couple of the places he’d been living at. Smiling, he wrote down all the numbers as well as the security code that had been provided for him. Calling the airport, he bought himself a round trip ticket to Ohio as well as booked a hotel for when he got there. He was all set. Now he needed some things to wear.
Two hours later he was dressed and had packed him a lovely suitcase with all the things he’d ever need. The clothing shop had a great selection and he was able not only to get himself outfitted in pants and shirts, but also expensive underwear and tee-shirts all made of hand-spun silk. Ward locked up with the keys he’d found on the counter.
Ward stood outside the back of the shop, trying to remember if he’d cleaned everything up. He’d wiped things down three times as well as used the wipes again on Bill’s face and hands. Ward wasn’t sure if he’d actually touched him, but he wasn’t taking any chances. When he was on the main street again, he flagged down a cab and was on his way to the airport when he realized he should have taken Bill’s phone too. Damn it all to hell and back, he thought he’d gotten everything. Oh well, no hope for it.
Smiling as he leaned back his head, Ward was thinking about the reunion that he and Thad were going to have. He knew now that his brother had no idea he’d been coming to see him, and if Ward could find Morton he’d show him just how he dealt with liars. But dead was dead and he was sure that Morton was as dead as old Bill was. Pulling out his brand new wallet, he paid the driver too much and told him to keep the change. He was flush now, and Ward was going to make sure everyone knew who they were dealing with. Ward Galloway was back, and he was f*cking taking names and kicking some major ass.