Say Goodbye (Romantic Suspense #25) - Karen Rose Page 0,18

had smiled at Mike and talked about the current baseball season and the basketball season that had just ended. He’d even signed an autograph for Mike, once her date realized who Tom was. Or who he’d been, anyway.

An NBA star. Now an FBI agent. There was little Tom Hunter couldn’t do.

Except love me.

Irina was staring at her, evidently not having bought her hormone excuse. Probably because Liza had used it a couple weeks before. “Liza.”

Liza searched her mind for something she could share. “You make me miss my mom.” Which was the unvarnished truth. Irina and Liza’s mother would have been fast friends.

“You lost her,” Irina murmured, allowing the redirected conversation. “How old were you?”

“Sixteen. She had cancer and . . .” Liza sighed. “We didn’t have insurance, so she waited to see a doctor. And then it was too late.”

“Is that why you’re going to nursing school?”

“Partly. My sister was murdered. Did you know that?”

“Yes.” Irina didn’t break eye contact, but her gaze was sad. “I looked you up.” One side of her mouth lifted. “I’m nosy, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Liza laughed, surprising herself. “I’m shocked, Irina. Shocked, I tell you.”

Irina had the good grace to look a little shamefaced. “But not angry?”

“Of course not. You welcomed me into your home on the invite of another. I would have checked me out, too. Just to be sure I wasn’t a threat. Especially now.”

Irina’s blond brows lifted and Liza’s heart sank. The expression the older woman wore was too knowing and Liza mentally backtracked, trying to figure out what she’d said.

Of another.

Shit. She should have said Tom’s name. But it hurt to even think it. Saying it aloud . . .

Still. Shit. Irina started to open her mouth, but Liza raced on, unable to change the subject fast enough.

“Anyway, Lindsay, my sister, she sacrificed a lot for me to stay in school. She wasn’t much older than I was and she’d quit school to take care of our mom. Mom hated it, but . . .” It hurt to think of her mother and sister, too, but it had been eight years since her mother’s death and seven years since Lindsay’s murder. Her grief had softened over time. “Mom was too sick to fight Lindsay, and Lindsay was stubborn. More than me, even,” she added lightly, then swallowed hard when tears clogged her throat. I guess it hasn’t been long enough after all.

“She was murdered by a killer who preyed on prostitutes,” Irina said. “I read about it online.”

“She was. She worked the streets to pay our rent and buy food. I wanted to get a part-time job, but she wouldn’t let me. Said she wanted me to stay in school, to become a doctor or a nurse to help other people’s mothers. After Mom died, Lin got a job cleaning office buildings at night. She never told me that she’d lost her job, so when she didn’t come home one night . . .”

“You were still in high school.”

“A senior. I thought my worst problem was keeping my A in AP English. Then she didn’t come home and I didn’t know what to do. When I called the cleaning company, they told me that she’d been laid off months before.”

“How did you find out about the prostitution?” Irina asked, her voice so incredibly gentle.

Liza closed her eyes, not wanting to think about those days. “I went to file a missing-person report at the police department. They pulled up her arrest record.” She drained the rest of her tea and let out a harsh breath. “So I went looking for her.”

Irina’s eyes widened. “You went looking for prostitutes? How did you know where to go?”

A chuckle tickled her throat as a memory resurfaced, unexpected yet welcome. “That’s what Tom said. I met him during that time. He got his friends involved in searching for Lindsay.”

Irina’s brows drew down in a frown. “You met Tom Hunter while looking for prostitutes?”

The chuckle became a belly laugh, long and loud and far more cathartic than it should have been. “Oh no,” she said when she caught her breath. The very idea of straitlaced, Dudley Do-Right FBI Special Agent Tom Hunter looking for a hooker . . .

She wiped the tears from her eyes. “God, that’s too funny. No, he wasn’t out looking for a hookup. It was the next day. He’d come to my school to tell the jocks to stay in school. He was already a college basketball star by then,