Renegade by Susan Sheehey & Susan Sheehey

Author:Susan Sheehey & Susan Sheehey [London, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Susan Sheehey

The woman’s car sat parked in the short driveway. But from the last hour of watching her place a few houses down, Emilio was certain Skye Winters wasn’t home. Judging from the mail overflowing her mailbox, she’d probably gone hiding with Monroe somewhere.

He pulled up his hoodie and started toward her house. With a quick vault over her back fence, he made his way to the back door. The lock picked easily enough, but he turned the knob, and it didn’t budge.

The deadbolt.

Emilio rolled his eyes. With his fist balled into his sleeve, he punched out the window on the door, then reached around to undo the deadbolt. Inside, the smell of apple permeated the air. The two dark beams stretching across the vaulted ceilings into a living area made the small space seem bigger than it was. The woman was a fan of fresh plants but clearly hadn’t been home in a while. Some were starting to wilt. Framed photos lined most of the walls, painted cheerful colors. But none of the pictures included Monroe.

After searching her kitchen, sifting through multiple junk drawers and the mail on her counter, he didn’t find many clues to Monroe’s whereabouts. Or any details about him at all. The fridge was full of rabbit food, vitamin waters, and apple jelly. The leftover dish of what looked like lasagna looked pretty good. The freezer was a disappointment as well. A basket full of apples sat on the other counter.

There’s got to be something here.

Lots of photographs of her and her parents were displayed around the house, as well as several with her and another blonde woman in glasses. Skye had left her laptop sitting on the counter, her screensaver more images of her and this other woman. The thing was password-protected, so he couldn’t get in. He wasn’t tech-savvy like Monroe or Diego.

Damn, this woman was starting to annoy him. He grabbed the lightweight computer, yanking the power cord from the wall and smashed it on the floor.

In her bedroom, a bright light flooded in through the windows across the unmade bed. Her open closet appeared messy with overturned hangars and a few garments on the floor, as though she’d packed some things quickly. Rifling through her dresser drawers revealed she had an affinity for lacy underwear. But nothing from or about a boyfriend.

The man didn’t keep any clothes or belongings here.

What woman doesn’t have pictures of her boyfriend in her bedroom?

He searched through her bathroom. Not even a toothbrush.

A faint clicking noise made him stop.

The front door opened, and the soft sound of a woman’s voice followed. “So much mail.”

Emilio grinned. Skye must’ve returned home. Maybe Monroe was with her. He placed a hand over the handle of his gun tucked in his waistband. He’d wait back here patiently, ready to pounce.

“Holy mother of cheese and rice!” she called.

She must have just noticed the kitchen with the smashed laptop, open cabinet doors, and the open fridge. He looked in the bathroom mirror, through the reflection of the partially open door.

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