A Good Day for Chardonnay (Sunshine Vicram #2) - Darynda Jones Page 0,31
to you in here? He’ll have hundreds below him. Possibly thousands if he truly is top dog. All waiting to do his bidding just to get noticed.”
She looked at the guard and held up two fingers as though ordering drinks at a pub. “We’ll take two.”
Ten minutes after they’d strapped into the hard body armor, a single guard led a handcuffed man into the room. If he were truly violent, he would have had two escorts. The fact that he only had one eased her mind, though just barely. Still, when they started to uncuff him, Sun held up her hand. “He’s fine just like he is.”
The guard looked at Wynn as though gauging his reaction. When Wynn only smiled at Sun, the guard nodded and left the room. That exchange depleted what little confidence she had that they’d make it out alive.
Wynn Ravinder, a startlingly handsome muddy blond in his late forties, watched her like a hawk watches its prey. He was tall and slim, rock hard, and covered in tattoos from the looks of his forearms and neck, though thankfully she saw no Aryan tattoos.
He was attractive in the same way Levi was, as though chiseled by the gods, yet they looked nothing alike. Besides the lean, solid bodies and razor-sharp jawlines, the resemblance ended there. Since Levi was most likely not blood related to Wynn—rumors abounded that Levi’s mother had strayed and that his real father was part Native American—their lack of resemblance was no surprise.
But like Levi, Wynn looked as though he would be equally as comfortable in Armani gray as prison orange. His striking features and obsidian-sharp gaze answered her questions as to how he became such an elevated shot caller.
Unfazed about the cuffs, he lifted the pant legs of his orange uniform and folded himself into the chair across from them. Sun took out a pen and notepad and waited. After studying her a solid minute, he eased back in the chair and eyed her from underneath his lashes.
“You came,” he said at last.
“You called,” she countered. “I doubt we have much time, what with you dying and all.”
“You worried about me?” He gestured toward the rigid stab vests they both wore, which only looked like Kevlar. They were a hard, almost impenetrable plastic. Kind of like wearing a cutting board.
“They insisted we wear these,” she lied.
He nodded. “They do that. You look like your mother.”
Sun felt Quincy tense.
“Mr. Ravinder,” she said, ready to get out of there, “you said you had information about my abduction.”
“I do.”
“You also said you were dying, yet you look like the healthiest person in this place. Guards included.”
He lifted a shoulder. “I work out.”
“You aren’t dying.”
“No.”
“Okay, let’s go,” she said to Quince, even though the disappointment crushed her.
She started to rise, when Wynn stayed her with, “But I do have information.”
She leveled a dubious look on him.
“I didn’t lie about that.”
After weighing the pros and cons, she sat back down and gave him a slow once-over to establish some semblance of dominance. She doubted it worked. “What information?”
“First, you should probably know, I killed my brother Kubrick fifteen years ago.”
Auri sat in the same spot for two hours, scouring the newspaper clippings her grandparents had saved about a series of old missing persons cases in Del Sol. They had clippings on several other cases as well, but this one spoke to her.
Multiple people went missing over the span of a decade in the late fifties and early sixties, and the cases were never solved. A steelworker. A businessman. A young woman whose relations seemed more worried about a necklace she was wearing at the time of her disappearance than the girl herself. And more. Then one day the disappearances suddenly stopped.
“Did you see this?” Sybil asked, leaning toward her with a police report.
Sybil St. Aubin had been Auri’s best friend since moving to Del Sol. Maybe that was why the missing persons cases spoke to her so loudly. Just over four months ago, Sybil was one of them. She’d gone missing and her captor held her for days, waiting until her birthday to kill her. He’d wanted revenge on Sybil’s mother, which was just messed up.
Thankfully, Auri’s mom was on the case. As well as the best tracker in the state, Levi Ravinder. They found Sybil but lost her again when the kidnapper tried a second time. If not for Zee and her remarkable sharpshooting abilities, both Sybil and Auri’s mom would be dead.