Tracefinder: Contact by Kaje Harper

Author:Kaje Harper [Harper, Kaje]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2016-01-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

The morning light had brightened outside when Nick jumped back against the wall at the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs. His hand leaped to his holster, even though he’d had all night to take the edge off his anticipation.

“Yo! Me!” Damon grinned as he came the rest of the way up. “Gonna shoot me? I like to see a guy taking his job seriously.”

“Fuck off.”

“You’re all done here, Nok. Off duty.”

Nick lowered his hand, trying to look sheepish. “About fucking time. I’m no bodyguard.”

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t have to do anything except look tough.”

“Fuck you.” Nick relished the way Damon was bantering with him, as if they were friends, when he had Damon nailed for messing with a murder. He was bone-tired and still vibrating with adrenaline. He’d managed to silently text Olson with some of the details of what’d gone down with Granton. Each text had to be short, and immediately deleted. He didn’t give the code that it was safe to text him back, with the three Kerrs so close by, but all night he’d expected to get the “go” signal. Olson now had probable cause to move in. He’d waited, listening, for the cops to arrive, and it never happened.

Now it was eight in the morning, full daylight outside, and all was still quiet. What the hell were they waiting on? He wanted to stick around the mansion and get more info, but he also wanted to get somewhere safe and call his fucking superior officers. “What now?”

Damon raised one eyebrow.

“Are we investigating any more? Do I just go show up at the warehouse? What?”

“Marston’s security from San Diego is here. You go back to being a driver.”

“Now?”

“You were up all night. Take the day off. I’ll let Roy know.”

“Okay…” Nick stretched, while he tried to think like Nick Green. Green followed rules and wasn’t curious. He’d say, “I’m gonna get paid for last night, right?”

“I’ll even throw in a bonus.”

“I’d do it again, if the money’s good.”

Damon’s smile shaded into something superior. “I think we’ll leave it to the pros now.”

Nick muttered, “Like your pros did Granton any good.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Right. Got it. I’m gone.” Nick pushed past Damon on his way down the stairs, although not too roughly. “If anyone else gets dead, don’t call me.” He didn’t glance back at Brian’s closed and silent door, even once.

An unfamiliar bodyguard stood outside the pool house, clearly waiting for him. The man fell into step beside him. “Mr. Marston wants to see you.”

Nick nodded as if it was no big deal. He followed the guard into the main house and to a paneled study on the ground floor. Marston sat behind a large wooden desk, and he looked up at the guard as they entered. “That’ll be all. Wait outside.”

“Yes, sir.” The guard stepped back out, closing the door behind him.

There were chairs in front of the desk, but Marston didn’t gesture at them, so Nick stood there, pose casual, jaw thrust out with a hint of irritation.

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