A Grave Peril by Roberts Wendy

Author:Roberts, Wendy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2019-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The sight of the blood motivated me to call in reinforcements. I texted Agent Karla Powel that I was at Sid’s house. I gave her an update about the girlfriend, Meg, and the state of the house. I fired off every picture I’d taken of the house. The last one I sent was a close-up of the bloody mess in the den.

She called me immediately.

“Shit!” she exclaimed when I answered. “I didn’t even know Sid had a girlfriend. Is this Meg person still there?”

I told her Meg had gone and gave a description of the VW she drove away in and the license plate.

“That crazy bitch,” she said. “I’ll take care of it. Get the hell out of there.”

I had no idea how long it would take before the guys in suits descended on the house, so I ran out to my car, dropped the grocery bag filled with papers onto the passenger seat and took off.

I was half a block away when Agent Powel’s own gray Lexus whizzed by me, coming from the opposite direction. She’d obviously been very close by.

My anxiety was ratcheting up every time I thought of the puddle of blood in the bathroom and Garrett’s involvement with Sid. It wasn’t just the fact that he was dealing with a dangerous drug cartel. That was his usual job and he was careful as well as highly intelligent. Sure, the job came with an element of risk, but I’d never seen Garrett take any chances. Now I was worried all clear thinking was going out the window since he was in rescue mode. He was hot on this case because he needed to save Sid in the name of his dead wife. I was anxious that Garrett would take unnecessary risks to help this guy and I hoped with all that was inside me that the blood at Sid’s house wasn’t his.

My stomach was growling with need so I pulled into a drive-thru and got a burger and a Coke. Then I drove to a corner of the lot and, while I ate, I carefully smoothed out every wrinkled piece of paper in the grocery sack and tried to make out each scrawled word and doodle that Sid had taken the time to scratch out.

After I had all the sheets of paper sitting in a pile in my lap I went over them again. Most of the notes were phone numbers and doodles. Tracey called me as I was holding a sheet that only said 4-26 Burke, circled half a dozen times as if those numbers and that name were super important.

“I’m just finishing up my shift,” she said. “Got time to grab lunch?”

“Still in Seattle.” I picked up the next sheet and held it up in the same way.

“I can wait until you’re back. We can try out that new diner on—”

“Just ate.”

“Oh.” There was a pause. “You okay? You sound, um, preoccupied. And bitchy. But mostly distracted.”

“Sorry.” I put the paper down and rubbed my eyes.

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