Dark Waters (2013) by Toni Anderson

Author:Toni Anderson [Anderson, Toni]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romantic/Suspense
Published: 2013-08-05T23:00:00+00:00

It was early in the morning. Rand got out of the shower and toweled off. He’d caught a combat nap. Tension and rage had racked up, before condensing into a solid core of anger. He’d dumped the redhead in the bush—more or less alive—and driven to Victoria, then retrieved his and Marco’s belongings from the motel. Then he’d stolen a small plane from a man who wasn’t going to report it any time soon and made his way back to the mainland, heading across the border into Seattle and catching a commercial flight.

It sure felt good to be home.

Cops were saying Marco was dead. Kudrow had gotten a phone call asking if he could help identify the corpse. Kudrow had been real sorry he couldn’t help. But it raised the question how they’d known to connect the firm with the aborted attack on Brent Carver’s house. Anna Silver had blabbed to someone, but Rand doubted she’d told them the whole truth.

Assuming another of his false identities, he’d decided to retrace his steps.

Last night Kudrow had called to say Anna Silver and an unknown male—probably Carver—had turned up at her dad’s place in Chicago. Vic had compounded a litany of fuckups and lost her. But her turning up there meant she hadn’t found the envelope yet, because if she had, she’d either turn it over to the cops and they were all fucked, or she’d disappear with all their hard-earned cash. Sixty million was a lot of money and he’d bet—if someone hadn’t stolen all his frickin’ money—on the latter. She was still looking for it, just the same way they were, and now he wasn’t just pissed. He wanted retribution.

It was Wednesday. Given the snail pace of the postal service, it could still be a few days until the damn thing arrived, but with two dead cops, they were running out of time before law enforcement started asking the tough questions. Petrie was looking at other angles to figure out where Davis might have funneled the money, but Rand wasn’t holding his breath.

He got dressed. Pulled on a knit cap. Walked the six blocks to a sweet little ranch house with its white picket fence and sweet scented garden. Checked the mailbox before heading around the back with a handful of shit. Fucking flyers.

Cauldwell Lake was nothing more than a subdivision serving the Twin Cities. Anna’s house had been around since the fifties and the city had finally encroached on its borders.

He pulled on latex gloves and removed his lock-picking kit out of his back pocket. It took all of thirty seconds to let himself in, and thanks to the mature, leafy garden, none of the neighbors could see a thing. The kitchen was bright white with oak counters. Nice, classy. He looked around. Examined the quality of the silence, every sense on high alert for a surprise party. Sensing nothing, he searched each room carefully before allowing himself to relax his guard. The first time he’d been here, he’d done a quick search for obvious bolt holes.

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