The Bullet by Iris Johansen

Author:Iris Johansen [Johansen, Iris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781538713198
Google: 4vkdzgEACAAJ
Amazon: B08KQ2MMGW
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2021-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

HOLIDAY INN

“Wake up, Jock.” Cara pounded on his door. “I want to get out of here. I’ve waited for you long enough.”

“It’s only 6 A.M.” He opened the door. “And I don’t believe we had an appointment.” He was fully dressed, and his hair was slightly damp from the shower. “Of course, I could be mistaken.”

“But you know me. And you knew I’d be waiting for you to call me after you talked to Joe. Why didn’t you do it?”

“Would it have done any good?” His lips tightened. “I told Joe that I was done with trying to talk you into anything. I’m strictly into damage control from now on. It’s hardly my fault that you expected anything else. Did you have a bad night?”

“Yes. You probably knew I would. Everything you do and say has an effect on me. I can’t dismiss it. I tend to worry. Was it supposed to be punishment?”

“Perhaps. Though I wasn’t aware of it. I’ve been a bit frustrated lately. I had a few things to do and thought I’d be better served doing them than arguing with you.”

“What things?” Then she made an impatient gesture. “Never mind. Later. I have to get out of here. Are you coming with me?”

“Certainly. Damage control is impossible long-distance.” He came out of the room and locked the door. “And where am I supposed to be going?”

“Just away from this hotel.” She was crossing to her rental car, parked in front of the door of her room. “I was smothering, and I knew that if I took off on my own, you’d be tracking me down like Joe’s doing to Svardak. So I thought I’d just take you with me.”

“Wise decision. It saves so much time.” He glanced at her violin case on the backseat of the car. “And I see you invited another old friend to come along. I’m sure the Amati is considerably more welcome than I am right now.”

“Well, it doesn’t cause me as much trouble.” She opened the driver’s door. “Though I couldn’t play last night. Violin music is generally not welcome in the middle of the night in hotels. Particularly not old hotels with walls as thin as this one. I needed to play, and I couldn’t do it.”

“Obviously I’m not the only one who was feeling frustrated last night.” He got into the passenger’s seat. “Those other guests don’t know what they missed. Where do you want to go?”

“You tell me.” She backed out of the parking spot. “I don’t know anything about this place. You might say I’ve had limited access up in that canyon. You must have explored the entire area while you searched for me. Just somewhere I won’t bother anyone.” She shivered. “And that’s not anywhere near Lost Canyon.”

“Not too difficult. Go straight down this road for a few miles and turn left on Patriots River Road until you get to the riverbank. It’s fairly deserted, and no one but the birds will object to a little Tchaikovsky.

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