Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,50
time. I try pacing, but that seems to agitate Simon who is determined to sleep off his earlier trauma. The shower looks clean and inviting, but the thought of using one of the towels makes my skin itch.
Three hours in, I’m fully aware I’d never make it in the wilderness. Just the thought of lying down on the bed makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
The sun breaks over the horizon, but that still leaves a couple of hours before the bank opens its doors.
Simon wakes with a stretch of his back, but then he turns his nose up at the food I offer. The fur ball will sleep on that nasty chair, but is disgruntled about not having his normal food bowl? Figures.
I fashion a leash out of a belt that miraculously made it into my gym bag and attempt to take the cat for a walk. From numerous videos I’ve seen online, I knew what I was facing, but I refuse to give him up too. I’ve already lost every other thing I cared about in my life. I wouldn’t survive if he took off.
“Your cooperation would be greatly appreciated,” I hiss when he stops dead at the threshold and refuses to leave the room. “If you potty in there, we’ll both be in trouble.”
Instead of giving me a break, Simon flops to his side and begins to kick-attack the belt.
“Need some help?”
I don’t even bother turning to look in the direction of the voice. I squeal like I’ve heard gunshots and rush past Simon into the room. He’s hacking and coughing from the rough handling when I slam the door closed and shove the back of the chair under the doorknob.
“Crazy-ass hookers,” I hear the man mutter as he walks past me. A second later the door next door closes, and once again the soft yet grating sound of Yanni’s greatest hits filters through the wall. If I never heard a piano solo for the rest of my life, that would be too soon.
By eight-thirty, I have a taxi ordered. At ten until nine, I’m waiting around the corner from the main branch of my bank, eyeing the front entrance like I’m on a stakeout. Maybe grabbing cash out of the ATM and booking a flight was premature. I don’t think it would take much to discover what bank I use, and if Jones was in my apartment last night, he could have easily gone through my things, including the stack of mail on the counter I’ve been ignoring for the last two weeks.
He could be around right now. He could be lying in wait to scoop me up off the street the second I aim for the entrance.
I’ve seen enough crime shows to know what to look for. At least I think I do, and at nine-thirty after not seeing anything suspicious, I make my way to the front of the bank and slip inside with the intention of draining everything I have in savings as well as emptying my safe deposit box.
As I stand in line waiting to speak to the teller, I realize that if I ever have to do this again, I’m going to need a go-bag like commandos have for such emergencies.
Chapter 21
Wren
“Here,” Flynn says, placing a cup of coffee next to my elbow. “Find anything else?”
He disappeared hours ago, and I haven’t seen him since.
“All sorts of shit. What did you find?”
I don’t want to show my hand before he shows his, but the pieces are beginning to fall into place, revealing horrific things but at the same time most of the bad stuff isn’t about Whitney rather what she discovered that sent her running.
“Whitney Nelson isn’t on the FBI’s warrant list. She’s not in any of their databases. They aren’t investigating her for anything.”
“That’s a relief.”
“My contact said that’s good news, but they have agents in the field that haven’t turned in field notes this week, so that may change.”
“Is Stephen Jones one of the agents in the field?”
“Don’t know,” he answers. “What are you getting at?”
“I had to do some serious digging because before Whitney left her apartment, she wiped her entire system. For most that would lead them straight into a dead end, but I’m better than most.”
“Are you going to keep patting yourself on the back, or are you going to get to the point?”
I frown, hating that I’m wasting time.
“We’ve been chatting on this app, that’s how I’ve been able to track