On the Way Home (11 page)

 I took a risk and slid along the wall, close enough to hear him say. “I don’t want any more fucking excuses, Della. I know what you’re capable of.”

“Not that.” She sounded determined now. “I’ve never done that, and I’m never going to.”

Shit, what was he making her do? Should I come out now and just beat the guy to a pulp? From a tactical point of view, it was the stupidest idea I’d ever considered, and yet my hands curled into fists, hungry for his face.

“Caro will be disappointed to hear that,” the asshole said. “Especially when I take it out of her flesh.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her. Where is she? Let me see her.”

“Oh, she’s a bit… tied up. But I’ll tell her you dropped by.”

“You’re a monster.”

He chuckled. “A monster? So dramatic.” His hand trailed down her cheek, making me tense. “She likes this monstrous side of me. There was a time you did too.”

Her angry gaze shot fire at him. “I never liked a damn thing about you.”

“Well, then perhaps you’re very good at faking it. Yes, that must be right.”

Now her hands were fists, tucked at her side. “Give me back Caro. Let her go. This is more money than she can possibly give you.”

“You think I can’t get that much for her? You’re probably right, smart girl. As fucked up as she is, and with that pesky drug addiction, she wouldn’t be worth more than a thousand. But if I were to rent her out, by the night or by the hour, I’m sure I could make that much.”

Della swung at him, and he caught her arm. They exchanged words too quietly for me to hear. From their body language, I understood that Della had not given him everything he wanted—but she was capitulating for now. She turned to leave, her movements jerky. She tried to hide the swipe at her cheek, but I saw the glistening trail. He’d made her cry.

And I was going to make him pay.

It seemed that he was letting her leave, so I waited for her to walk away. Once I was alone with this asshole, we’d have a little one-on-one talk. Yeah, I knew I should talk with Della first. But I couldn’t wait for that, not when I was already inside his house, not when I’d seen him put his hands on her.

But when I would have stepped out of the shadows, he turned and walked over to a place in the wall. Frosted glass separated from the slate-tiled wall beside it, and a woman stepped out. I couldn’t see much of her—except her blonde hair. If you’ll just take the money, and give me my sister back. Was this the sister? And she was being held for some sort of ransom?

Not for money, though. What did he want from Della?

The man put his arm around the woman’s shoulder and led her back inside the room she’d come from. The frosted glass shut again and looked like a decorative panel in the wall. My body tensed. It would be so easy to go after them, to smash the guy’s face in and take the girl. Except I had dealt with enough hostage situations overseas to know how sticky they could get. I didn’t even have transportation for her once I got her.

Plus there was no telling if she’d go with me willingly. He was the devil she knew, and I was a stranger.

Captives got weird ideas about their captors sometimes.

We studied that shit during training, how to withstand physical torture and mental manipulation. I could’ve taken someone whaling on me all day and all night. But watching this girl in trouble, seeing Della scared, feeling helpless in this situation I didn’t understand yet, that was the true torture.

Chapter Nine

Della

My hands were still shaking as I pulled into my neighborhood.

I hated that Dmitri could still affect me this way. I wanted to be tough. No way did Clint start shivering in the middle of some important battle. No way did tears track down his cheeks.
Fuck Dmitri and his ridiculous house.
No, it was a mansion. He had let me wander around for a while. I’m sure it amused him to see me lost and afraid. I had felt him watching from the walls.

And then at the end. Bring the package to me by tonight or you’ll receive a package of your own tomorrow morning.

There were a hundred things that could mean, and all of them were horrifying. My sister’s body parts, mostly. Or maybe just a picture of her dead body. Or an official visit from some dirty cop on his payroll, offering me fake condolences that they’d found my sister in some ditch.

I turned into my driveway and got out. My neighbor was on her porch, and I almost waved before I realized it wouldn’t do any good. But she must have heard my truck, because she stepped onto the lawn and crossed over.

“Hey! Della!”

“Good morning,” I said, wincing at her cheery tone. Damn, I wasn’t in a good headspace to play the friendly neighbor. Even if Katie was sweet and pretty.
Exactly the kind of girl Clint should end up with.
I should probably introduce them, but I already knew I wouldn’t. Because that was the kind of girl I was—in other words, not a very nice one.

“I heard you leave earlier this morning. I was just watering my plants.” She gestured back toward her porch, where a huge assortment of potted plants overflowed.

Katie was legally blind, although she could make out shapes sometimes if the lighting was right. She had a great support system of family who came by. Must be a family of lawyers or something, because the guys wore suits, jackets missing, shirts rumpled like they’d had a long day at the office. Sometimes they’d wave hello. One even offered to check my mail while I was away, which I had declined because who knew what crazy shit Dmitri might send me?

“I had some errands to run,” I said, clutching my purse tighter. I should have known a deal like that wouldn’t work. In fact, I did know, but desperate times and all that.

Even back then, as a small-time dealer, he’d been pretty flush. I had made more money as a stripper on a single night than a full week as a stewardess. Multiply that times all the girls who worked there, and Dmitri had been making a lot of dough. That didn’t count the money he made dealing drugs or guns.

An uneasy expression crossed Katie’s face. “Actually, I hope you don’t mind if I just… I wanted to…”

There was this pause that could have been anything. Maybe Dmitri really did send me something horrible and one of his thugs had managed to beat me here. That seemed unlikely though. The thought that really stuck with me was, what if Clint had already met Katie? Maybe he’d ignored my warning to stay inside. I could just imagine him, shirtless, fixing some random broken thing on my house. And Katie wandering over with a glass of lemonade. Fuck.

But then Katie did something strange, and all my thoughts evaporated.

When she left home, she had a walking stick that helped her get by, but she didn’t use it just outside the lawn. In the bright sunlight, she could see well enough. That was what she’d told me, and it seemed to be true as she stepped right up to the bed of my truck. She leaned over, looking in, her blue eyes not focused on anything.

“Katie?” I asked.

She reached inside. Her hand groped the plastic tarp there, making me wonder where that had come from. It was mine. I had used it to cover the antique sofas and brand-new mattress I’d bought after moving in. I usually kept the tarp in the garage so it wouldn’t fly away if the wind kicked up on the highway. But there it was, in Katie’s hands as she pulled it up and over, like a magician doing a reveal.

“Do you see anything?” she asked, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

“No… Katie, what’s going? Is everything okay?” I took the tarp from her then, because it was clear that something was
not
okay, but holding the dirty old piece of plastic wouldn’t help anything.

She let me take the tarp and pointed into the bed of the truck. “You’re sure nothing’s there. No one is… there. Where did you go, exactly? Did you see someone back here?”

I looked inside at the metal floor of the truck. There were an old pair of boots I used for gardening and a few odds and ends that proved I wasn’t very tidy. But certainly not a
person,
which was what her words implied.

“Katie, there’s only you and me here.”
And Clint in the house.
But I left that part off. The less people who knew about him, the better.

Especially if he suddenly disappeared.

She was reaching over the side of the truck, trying to feel around at the bottom. Her arms didn’t quite reach.

“Sweetie?” I asked, uncertain and a little bit scared. What if being alone in that house, with visitors only every other day, had made her a little unhinged? All that solitude sounded like bliss to me, but then I’d been cursed with an overabundance of contact from an early age.

“I thought I saw something,” she finally confessed, stepping back on her heels. “I can’t make things out too well. There are barely shapes, much less faces. But this morning when I was watering my plants, hidden behind that one azalea with the wild branches, I heard something from your house. I thought it was you, so I almost said hello, but then I noticed how fast it was moving, real low to the ground. And wider than you.”

A shiver ran through me. “Lower and wider, huh? Maybe it was an animal. Like a dog or a cat.”

“Maybe,” Katie said, her voice doubtful. Doubting the idea of an animal or doubting herself? It must be tough to not know what you saw, to be afraid of shadows that would never become clear.

I glanced back into the bed of truck—which was definitely empty. Whatever Katie had or hadn’t seen slinking around my truck this morning was gone. The tarp was pretty heavy in my arms, so I rolled it into a rough ball and walked it over to the garage.

When I returned to the truck, I said, “I’m sorry,” even though I wasn’t sure what for. Because Katie had been worried. Because she’d been wrong. But mostly because I really had to go inside. After the awful meeting with Dmitri this morning and this strange scare, I was ready for a hot bath and a long nap. Preferably with a sexy soldier to keep me company during both of them.

* * *

My anxiety level rose when I searched the house and found it empty.

“Clint,” I called from the central living room, but only silence answered me.

I’d specifically ordered him to stay put, and he’d defied me, which pissed me off more than anything else. But I was also worried about him. What if Dmitri had sent some guys and picked up “the package” himself? There were no signs of a struggle, and I had to believe a trained soldier could at least put up a fight, even if they had sent three or four guys. And even if they had caught him by surprise.

The other disconcerting thought was that he might have returned to that bitch he’d been with. The one who had ditched him when he’d just come back from a long deployment, right when he’d needed her most. If she’d met him at the airport, he wouldn’t have looked twice at me. He wouldn’t be at my house right now.
He’d be safe.
Or at least, safer than he was now, disappeared to some my
sterious place.

I forced myself to sit on the couch and keep a book open, even though I had no idea what the pages said. Was he okay? What if he’d just run to the store? Should I call the police?

The irony was enough to knock me over.

I did fall, partially, staggering off the cushions and up the stairs. Clint’s faded green duffel bag was still sitting in the guest bedroom. His toothbrush was still in the bathroom. There. He wouldn’t have gone too far without his stuff. Unless he hadn’t gone willingly.

But I couldn’t think like that. I should go downstairs and have a cup of tea. And wonder what Dmitri was doing to my sister right now. It was killing me that I hadn’t seen her. Hadn’t spoken with her since that phone call. We weren’t even close, really. Not since we were kids. Things had gotten tense when we were both working at the club, and Dmitri knew how to play our sibling rivalry to the fullest. Next thing I knew, Caro was stepping onto the stage during my dances and giving my regulars a free ride. Anything I said got twisted as if I was the one making trouble for her.

When Dmitri left to make his big deal overseas, I’d been so relieved. Let’s get regular jobs. Regular lives. We still have each other. Only Caro had been pissed at getting left behind. She had something going with him, which I suspected meant he fucked her whenever he wanted and ignored her the rest of the time. So it wasn’t a huge surprise that she’d hooked up with him again as soon as he was back in town.

The surprise had been the “delivery” request, along with the thinly veiled threat to my sister.

I couldn’t let her die. Even if she’d gotten herself into this. Even if she should have known better. God, sometimes it killed me that she knew how awful he was but she still went to him. Despite all that, I couldn’t let her get hurt.

Clint’s bag was sitting against the wall, zipped up and unassuming. I remembered what he’d said that night in bed with me, about the list he had. I’d been out of my mind with lust, teetering on the edge of the sharpest climax of my life, but I’d heard him. It wasn’t hard to figure out that Dmitri wanted that list.

What if I gave it to him?

It seemed like a long shot, about as long of a shot as the eight thousand bucks had been. Dmitri would probably shoot me on sight once he found out I knew about the list. And he wasn’t the kind of man to leave a loose end alone. And Clint would definitely be a loose end.