Code Name_Redemption by Natasza Waters

Author:Natasza Waters [Waters, Natasza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Waterfall Press
Published: 2017-08-08T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Thane got to Mattie’s complex entrance and recognized one of two men standing at the lobby doors. “Brandon.”

“Admiral Austen.”

“What’s going on?” His SEAL instinct leapt to the worst possible reasons. Brandon was in his RCMP uniform. This wasn’t a visit to see Mattie’s roommate, aka his fiancée.

From inside the building, a man in his sixties with little hair left on the top of his head, trundled to the door and pushed it open. “Yes, sir,” he said addressing Brandon.

Brandon placed his hands on his utility belt. “We need to get into Mattie Bidault’s apartment.”

“Is there a problem?” The man looked nervously at Thane and the other man who carried a forensic kit in his hand.

“We were called out. Could you let us in, please?”

A minute later, Thane, Brandon, and the guy from forensics waited as the building manager knocked on Mattie’s condo. The manager stepped back in surprise when Mattie opened the door.

She clutched her chest. “Oh thank goodness you’re here, Admiral. Something is wrong with Kayla.”

He pushed his way in, pulse banging in his chest. He looked around, saw two coffee cups on the dining table. An oven mitt lay on the counter. Nothing looked out of place. As he rushed into the living room, he glimpsed Brandon opening the fridge as if he knew what he was looking for and nodded at the forensics guy.

Turning the corner into the living room, he found Kayla standing in the middle of the room staring at the window.

“Sweetheart?”

Words written in blood-streaked letters were painted on the patio window. He wrapped his arms around his wife, turning her.

“Look at me,” he said sternly. “Kayla, look at me.” Her eyes focused on him. “I love you. You know where you are. Tell me where you are.”

Her body shook in his arms. Brandon and Mattie watched from the dining area, but didn’t approach. His wife hadn’t had a bad episode in a year and a half. Every one he’d witnessed, he prayed it would be the last, but her PTSD was considered a severe case. Stress could ignite a flashback. Worrying about her pregnancy. Dealing with Greg’s attraction to Mattie which translated into a full severing of their relationship and being in the same city as a serial killer, could trip her switch.

“Kayla!” He barked her name and lowered his face to hers. “Where are you?”

“Here,” she said and blinked.

“Where’s here?”

“I’m okay, Thane. Just…one second.”

He watched her like a hawk. “Talk it through. You know you have to talk it through.”

She blinked again and turned her head. “All good. I’m good.” She exhaled and looked up at him. “When did you get here?”

“How about answering your phone when I call.”

“We were talking.”

“Don’t care.”

She bowed her head. “Sorry.”

He pulled his wife toward the leather couch. “Sit down for a second.”

“Thane,” she drawled. “I don’t need to sit. Go look in the fridge.”

The forensics guy stooped in front of the fridge, snapping pictures. Thane repositioned for a closer look. On the top shelf next to an avocado, a chunk of raw organ sat in a puddle of blood.

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