Deadly Contact by Lara Lacombe

Author:Lara Lacombe
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780373278480
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“How’s it looking?” James set a beer by Thomas’s hand, then carefully lowered himself into the chair he’d dragged over to the desk. He flipped off the cap of his own bottle and took a long swig; the bubbles tickled their way down into his stomach.

Thomas leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. He reached for the bottle and toasted James in silent thanks.

“Looking good, actually. I’ve got her showing up at the safe house in Herndon. Close enough to be believable, but far enough away that if anyone actually goes to check it out, it will waste their time.”

James considered the screen as he sipped his brew. He wasn’t quite sure how Thomas had done it, but he wasn’t going to ask too many questions. Ignorance was bliss, as far as this kind of thing went.

“Will you be able to tell if anyone shows up there?”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah, if they break in, it will trip the alarm.”

James frowned. “But they won’t need to break in. They can just look at the house and see that it’s empty.”

“Not exactly,” Thomas said, a sly grin playing at his mouth. “Remember Fisher?”

“Mark Fisher?” James said, shaking his head. “What does he have to do with this?”

“We play poker together twice a month. He lost last time. A lot.” Thomas lifted one shoulder. “I told him I’d forgo his debt if he’d spend some time at the Herndon house tonight, make sure everything was in order.”

James smiled, his appreciation for Thomas growing by the minute. “Remind me never to play poker with you.”

The other man just laughed. “Hey, it’s a living.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Thomas typed away while James enjoyed the feeling of sitting in a comfortable chair in familiar surroundings. For the first time in days, his brain slowed and he let himself relax, sinking deeper into the cushion as the tension drained out of his muscles.

He heard the groaning of the pipes and the sound of running water in the background. Kelly must be getting cleaned up. He needed a shower as well, but he was feeling fine where he was for the moment. He’d get to it later.

She’d shut down quickly, he mused, thinking back to their earlier conversation. As soon as he’d asked about her past, she’d thrown up a wall so high and thick it was a wonder she could see to walk. If that wasn’t a red flag, he didn’t know what was.

But how to get her to talk? He swallowed another mouthful of beer as he considered his options. Given her behavior, he was pretty certain she’d been hurt in the past, and not your run-of-the-mill bad-breakup kind of hurt. He was willing to bet she’d been hit. In his experience, people didn’t shy away from physical contact unless there was some history of abuse.

He rubbed his chest with his free hand, absently trying to massage away the ache that had formed at the thought of Kelly bruised and battered.

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