Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(17)
He was reasonably sure that one of them held guns. He skipped over it to look at the other two. One had been in the truck already and he discovered it had clothes in it. He’d looked before bringing it in because he wasn’t sure if he should or not.
The next one held what he thought was a laptop. It had the shape and weight of one of the midsized ones, but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to snoop, but he did want to know. The last bag was about medium-sized and though not heavy, he was sure it held things he didn’t want to know about. He looked back at the one that held most of his attention.
“They’re guns and ammo.”
He looked over at her and flushed. He didn’t want her to think he was some ass who’d gone through her things.
“You can open it if you want, but after you do I’m going to leave here. I have to get as much distance between you and me as I can. He might have someone looking for me.”
“No.” He got up and stretched and watched her eyes darken. “You aren’t going anywhere without me.”
She swallowed twice and his cock leapt. She might not be as immune to him as he had thought after the fight with Khan. He moved toward the bed as he took off his shirt. “I’m tired and a little on edge. I’m going to lie down beside you and you’ll keep your hands off me.” He grinned when she sputtered. “Then when we wake up, we’ll discuss this relationship. Oh and by the way, I have the truck keys so unless you want to leave on foot, and I’m betting you won’t get far, I suggest that you stay put.”
“You can’t talk to me like that and we do not have anything to discuss so you’ll give me my keys and—” He took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. “You can’t do this. Sleep on the chair.”
“I’m not sleeping in that chair. Move over and be quiet.” He lay down and pulled the covers over them both. Throwing his arm over his eyes he waited for her to try and leave or to settle down. When she lay down as far away as she could, he chuckled. She was not going to be one of those stay at home and hearth kind of mates, but more the kick his ass for not taking out the trash kind. He was going to love every minute of it.
“This isn’t funny. Those bastards play for keeps and they will kill whoever they can and do whatever it is to get what they want.”
He was too tired to try to reason that out and told her so.
“It means, jackass, that when they find me, if they find me, and you’re with me, you’ll be as dead as me.”
He pulled her into his arms and held her to him. “Then we’d better not let that happen. Go to sleep, Caitlynne. I’m seriously tired.”
Chapter Six
Conrad watched the video three more times, trying to figure out what had happened. He’d been watching the house for several months and knew that he had the right one. She’d been going in and out of the shit hole the entire time. What he didn’t know was how her body hadn’t turned up in the explosion.
“They found that sleeper you used. His body was blown nearly thirty feet from the explosion site. The cops said if the neighbor hadn’t found him in their pool they might not have known he was there.”
Conrad looked up at his trusted aide as he continued.
“They are also saying that it was a major gas leak and it might be months before they can sort through it all to find out. But there was no one in the house when it went up.”
Because she had escaped somehow. He looked again at the house as it had gone up before the feed had fuzzed out. The blast had taken out his camera so he had no idea what had happened in the seconds after. Except, of course, that her truck that had been parked in the driveway had blown up seconds after the first blast.
“Any of the neighbors see anything?”
Nestor Carvey shook his head.
“How the hell is that possible in a neighborhood that small?”
“There were no houses on either side of her. The house across the street has an older woman in it that had no idea there had been an explosion until I knocked on her door. She had to have been all of three hundred years old and probably as deaf as a post. The other two houses the owners were at work and only came home when it hit the news. And they said they didn’t have much contact with her other than seeing her in the yard leaving or coming. And of course there were the idiots that we hired to kidnap her and bring her to us. They won’t be talking to anyone ever again.”
Conrad nodded. The Ingrams had come up with their own plans concerning McCray and he hadn’t been happy about it. Not only had he ordered them killed, but had made it so no one would find their bodies for some time. Then this happened. Now the cops were bound to go to the house and find what had been done to them when they’d stashed them in the basement wrapped up in tarps. Christ, this was a major f*ck up.
He pulled up the video again. He was missing something. Conrad wondered again who had decided to put the camera on rotate so he only got a view of the house when the camera swung around again. He waited for the feed to come around as he watched her truck pull into the drive, then back again when the house was there with the truck in the driveway. The third time around, it showed the house go. He looked at the truck from the first two times the camera rolled by it and tried to see if she had anyone in it with her when Nestor spoke.
“I looked into the fall she said she had. There are no records of her going to the hospital or even the company doctor. I’m thinking she was either lying, which we both know she’s a pro at, or she simply took care of herself.”