Knocked Up by the Killer by B. B. Hamel

Author:B. B. Hamel [Hamel, B. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2020-08-31T23:00:00+00:00

15

Elise

After the meeting with Lee in that weird dog park, I got the pleasure of learning exactly how stakeouts work.

Turns out, they’re incredibly boring.

“So you just sit here?” I asked.

“Yep,” Tanner said.

“And stare at the house?”

“Yep.”

“And wait?”

“Yep.”

“Stop saying yep.”

“I don’t know what else you want from me.” He killed the engine and turned off the lights. We were parked midway down the street on a quiet tree-lined block. An old woman with a silk scarf wrapped around her head limped the sidewalk alone.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Something. Anything. What are we even doing here?”

“We’re waiting for Bennigan.”

“And then what?”

“And then I’ll know he’s definitely here.”

I stared at him. “You don’t trust Lee?”

“Not at all.”

I snorted. “Great. Really great. So you paid him all that money for what? So we could sit in this car and do nothing?”

“Basically.”

“And isn’t Bennigan going to notice this car?”

“Nope,” he said. “It’s black, basic. Fits in anywhere, especially this part of the city. There’s another Lexus parked two cars up.”

“Still—” I started, but he interrupted.

“I know this sucks,” he said. “Sitting in a car for hours at a time doing nothing isn’t my idea of fun. But it’s necessary.”

“Necessary for what?” I asked.

“We need to confirm Bennigan’s here,” he said. “Once we do that, then we can plan our next move. Maybe I go in there and kill him. Or maybe we just keep an eye on him so he doesn’t get the drop on us again. Either way, we need to figure out what the plan is, and this is the first step.”

I let out a frustrated breath but nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For just explaining what we’re doing instead of giving me one-word answers and expecting me to just do whatever you ask.”

He smiled and ran his fingers over the steering wheel. “You really want to be a team?” he asked. “You gonna help me kill Bennigan when we go in there?”

“No,” I said. “I mean, I just want to be in the loop.”

“Right, I get you,” he said. “You want to push back against my plan without taking on any risk.”

“No,” I said. “What are you—” I stopped myself when I saw him grinning at me. I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a dick.”

“Can’t help it. You’re easy to piss off.”

“I’m on edge, okay? Can you blame me?”

“No, I can’t.” He turned back to the street and leaned his seat back. “Get comfortable. This’ll take a while.”

He wasn’t joking. I was on the edge of my seat for the first two days. I kept thinking something was about to happen, we were going to spot Bennigan and some kind of fight was going to break out and—

But no, nothing.

By the third day, I slept most of the time. He didn’t bother waking me up.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth days were all a blur. We’d get up early, drive around the city, then park near the place where Bennigan was allegedly staying. We’d wait there for a few hours, drive around some more, then park and wait a little longer.

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