Take Me Tonight by Roxanne St-Claire

Author:Roxanne St-Claire [St-Claire, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2007-03-26T23:00:00+00:00

Johnny wasn’t ready to abandon his theory that Alonzo Garron was the secret patron paying for Bullet Catcher protection of Sage Valentine. He knew what Lucy had said, but it made perfect sense. Including the fact that the doctor dropped whatever appointments he had in order to have lunch with Sage at the Ritz-Carlton in Back Bay. Making it ever so convenient for Johnny to have an impromptu interview with Hendrick Kane in the kitchen of the Ritz Café.

Part of him didn’t want to leave Sage for one minute—especially when the client, if he was, would take note that the Bullet Catcher hadn’t done what he was being paid to do. But since Garron had arranged the kitchen interview, Johnny assumed he wanted to see Sage alone.“I’ll wait for him,” Sage said when they arrived at the restaurant. “You don’t want to be late. Go, please.”

“All right,” he agreed. “And what if I get the job?”

She reached up and touched his lip with her fingertip. “Then you can be my boyfriend.”

He closed his hand over her finger and kissed it. “Now that’s incentive.” Not that he’d get the job or take it, but he was playing Garron’s game.

In the hotel lobby, he stopped just long enough to call Lucy for information. He wasn’t sure how he’d tell Sage he got it; let her think he was Superman.

“I need to know if Keisha Kingston had an abortion,” he told Lucy after they’d exchanged greetings.

“We’ll find out,” she assured him. Lucy Sharpe’s network of contacts and information was legendary and one of the reasons why the Bullet Catchers were the best security firm in the business. “Anything else?”

“Yep, easy one. An address for Ashley McCafferty.”

“Hold on. I’ll turn you over to Nancy.”

He settled on a wingback chair in the lobby facing the entrance. He didn’t mind waiting. The longer he could put off his “interview” with Hendrick Kane, the better.

Just as Lucy’s assistant clicked on the line, a red Mercedes pulled up to the valet and Garron climbed out, a cell phone pressed to his ear. Johnny dropped back into the wings of the chair, not wanting to talk to the guy he suspected was footing Sage’s Bullet Catcher bill.

“Ashley McCafferty lives on Beacon Street in Brookline,” Lucy’s assistant announced.

“Hang on a sec,” Johnny said, turning his head to the side and covering his face with the phone while he listened to Garron’s end of a cell phone conversation as he walked by.

“I’m sorry, honey,” the doctor said in a hushed whisper. “I did want to see you, but this meeting came up unexpectedly and I’ve been wanting to get together with this drug rep for a long time.”

Honey? A drug rep?

“One more thing,” Johnny said after the doctor was out of earshot. “Can you check on the marital status of Dr. Alonzo Garron of Boston, former head of obstetrics at Massachusetts General Hospital?”

“Sure. McCafferty lives at 1876 Beacon Street, apartment 520. Hold on another minute for the Garron info.” In the background, fingers tapped a keyboard as Nancy accessed the unparalleled Bullet Catcher database.

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