Under Covers : A Steamy Romance Novel (Redemption Series) by Denise Daye

Author:Denise Daye [Daye, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Timeless Papers
Published: 2022-03-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 14

T he black SUV was the only car behind me when I took the bridge onto Congress down to my meeting point. I wasn’t the slightest bit worried about my stalker. Instead, I turned onto Sleeper and kept my eyes open for the usual joker the chief would have planted for me here. I scanned the narrow street, the townhomes and alleys off Sleeper, when I noticed the trash truck at the side of the road. I slowed down and checked my rearview. The black SUV was even closer behind me now. The men in the back of the trash truck didn’t look up at me but kept at their task, one green container after the next. I came to a stop behind the trash truck to let it move ahead down the narrow road, but the driver of the truck stretched a hairy arm out his window and waved at me to go ahead.

I smiled and accelerated. I knew exactly what would happen next. The moment I passed him, the trash truck pulled out onto the road, right in front of my stalker. I heard car horns, tires squealing, men yelling, and off I went—with the black SUV now stuck behind the trash truck.

It was a simple trick, but it worked like a charm every time.

I pulled into the meeting point’s parking lot right next to the water. It was a large fish-processing plant with delivery trucks coming and going. The smell hit my nostrils the moment I opened the car door: a strong breeze of seawater, boat oil, and rotten fish. It was intense, but it would be even worse inside.

The chief was already waiting for me on one of the empty delivery-truck ramps. He nodded in the direction of the processing factory and walked inside through a small, unlabeled door.

I followed him, trying to avoid stepping on fish that had fallen off the trucks.

As expected, the stench was much worse as soon as I stepped inside. I found myself in a small processing room that was unused most of the time. The chief was leaning over a box of fish, inspecting its contents with a satisfied grin on his face. He was wearing a nice suit, which made the whole scene even more bizarre.

I walked up to him, frowning. “I get the feeling we have to meet here so you can get free fish from the owner. Don’t you guys go way back?”

“Don’t be absurd,” he said, turning to look at me. “This is one of the safest places to meet. The fishing industry and the cops have been in business since before you were born.”

“At least we could change the code word. Stroll in the park,” I paused to look at a pile of fish heads in a corner, their foggy, dull eyes staring at me, “is not exactly what I’d call this place.”

The chief nodded. “We could rename it don’t-get-a-bullet-in-your-head-tomorrow-idiot.”

I grinned, even though there was nothing funny about it.

“I was up all night, worried this might be the last time I’ll see your b-movie face.

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