Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I go to put the phone down just as it rings.
“So… I got another email,” Carrie says.
“Okay,” I answer.
“I’m not sure you’ll like this job request.”
“Why wouldn’t I like it? You know I don’t care. You tell me the details, and we leave it at that, no questions, no emotions.”
“No, Maven, you should hear this one.”
I stifle a yawn. “Just send it to me. I’ll do it in the morning.”
“It’s Boston,” she blurts.
I sit up in the bed, shocked at what I just heard. “What do you mean?” I throw the blanket off and go looking for my shorts. I start opening boxes, only to get mad when the first one is just shirts. “Fuck these boxes.”
“Maven, calm down. What are you doing?”
“Trying to find clothes so I can kill whoever thinks it would be a good idea to put a hit on my husband. And you? How are you even able to call me at this time?” I grumble, and the phone falls from where I have it wedged between my shoulder and ear. I don’t bother picking it up as I tear another box open, only to find it full of sleepwear. The clothes spill out of it as I drop it to the floor. I search through several more boxes until I come upon the one with jeans. I grab a pair, slide them on, then pick up my phone.
“Carrie, are you still there?”
“Yes. I asked my hacker to look into who it came from. He said to give him a few minutes. And as for me contacting you outside the normal time, I may or may not be on good terms with one of the nurses. They also let me use the computers when no one is here. I helped them fix one once.”
The hacker she pays is very fucking smart and evidently good at his job. That’s why she pays him a very large chunk of what we get paid.
And what does she mean she’s on good terms with a nurse? She better not be fucking someone in there; she’s there to get better.
I stalk down the hall to my shoe room, find my red killing heels, and slip them on. Then I head outside to get on my bike. But I have to wait for Carrie to give me more information about where I’m supposed to go.
Should I call Boston? It might be a good idea to warn him, even though I’m planning on taking care of the problem before it can get out of hand. I’m not sure where he had to go this late, but it could be work or maybe something to do with the Forsaken.
“Do you think someone knows?” I ask.
“Knows what?”
“Who I am.” I still, and when she doesn’t answer right away, I know she’s thinking the same thing.
“I don’t know how that would be possible,” she says. “The client paid a lot for the contract on Boston. More than usual. But I assumed it was because they know he’s on the police force, and that attracts a higher rate.” She pauses, and I can hear the clicking of a keyboard. “I just rejected the job, which means…”
“If they’re serious, they’ll hire someone else.” I utter the words neither of us wants to voice.
“Yes. Is he with you?”
“No.” I start the bike. “Call me when you have a name and address for me. I’m going to call him and see where he is.” I hang up and immediately call Boston. He doesn’t answer, and it just keeps ringing as I try again and again, which has me even more worried. I hop online and tap into my network to find Soren’s address.
I put the phone away and head to Boston’s work, in hopes I can find him there.
THIRTY-EIGHT
BOSTON
Rolland shakes his head as we walk away from the small coffee stand. He asked me to meet him here to discuss a case. It isn’t unusual for us to meet outside the precinct since we hate talking about some cases in the office because you never know who’s listening.
He looks like shit. His face is unshaven, and there are dark circles under his eyes.
“They have a lead, but for some reason, they’re being quiet about it.” Rolland stirs his coffee, and I glance at him. He’s been avoiding eye contact with me.
“On which case?”
“Marcus’s,” he says. “Why they’re keeping us out of the loop, I don’t know.”
Rolland and I are the lead investigators on most of the cases that come through the precinct. I’ve earned that responsibility through my years of dedication on the force and the cases I’ve solved. Sure, some of our prime suspects may go missing a few times a year, but aside from that, I would say at least seventy-five percent of my cases have been solved. So there are only a few reasons the department would withhold information from us.