Promises After Dark (After Dark #3) (10 page)

The phone on the bedside table was eerily silent and dread began to creep over him. Something was horribly wrong, and he knew it. Cole should have been in touch by now, and Alex would be damned if he’d sit around waiting for the phone ring. He eased away from Angel, carefully un-entangling her body from his and moving out of bed. She sighed and rolled over, pulling the covers up around her shoulder to bunch it up in front of her. She looked so small in the middle of the king-sized bed with its high headboard.

Alex quickly put on a pair of white lounge pants he pulled from a drawer in his large dresser. It was huge, as was all the furniture in his room—a dark mahogany, it blended with the darkness in the room. He grabbed his phone and waited for Max to follow out of the room before he closed the door behind him. Alex’s fingers were already dialing Cole’s phone by the time he’d made it three feet down the hall. The ringing seemed obnoxiously loud in the silence of the big house, and he turned the volume down and went downstairs. He’d barely turned on a lamp when Cole answered.

“Hi, Alex.” His tone was grim. “We’re still looking, but we haven’t found Bancroft. His car was where we thought it would be.” Cole hesitated a beat, and Alex’s blood turned to ice. “Alex, it was torched. Completely gutted.”

Alex sucked in his breath until his chest expanded to full capacity then let it out in a rush. “Any sign of him?”

“No body inside. Wayne’s team went to his apartment to double check, but we didn’t expect him to be there. It doesn’t look good.”

“Son of a bitch! Did you call the police?”

Cole sighed. “Yes. They have a forensic team going over the car, but that shit can take days. I do know that they found his phone in the car.”

Alex’s heart began to pound the minute Cole answered his phone, and his voice was louder than it should have been. Max whined from his spot on the floor next to the couch as his master paced back and forth. The animal had no trouble sensing Alex’s agitation. “Can you trace the call that came in on my phone? Find out where that bastard is!”

“Already thought of that. It’s one of those disposable, pay-as-you-go phones. Impossible to trace those things.”

“Arrrghhhhhh!” Frustration burst from Alex’s chest. “The timing couldn’t be worse, Cole! I have to go to Sydney on Monday!”

“I’ll take care of her, Alex. I won’t leave her side.”

“I appreciate that Cole, but you aren’t licensed to have a firearm yet. The way this is going, muscle may not be enough. I don’t want either one of you at risk.”

“I know I’m not licensed for Christ’s sake!” Cole’s voice was laced with impatience. “But, so what? I don’t give a shit; I can still carry one to be safe.”

Alex was torn. As much as he wanted Angel safe, if something happened and Cole used a gun on Swanson, his career could be over, or worse. He could be charged with a crime. “You know that’s not smart.” He ran an impatient hand through his hair and sighed heavily. “Just double up with Wayne or one of the others. The house is big enough, so you stay with her 24/7, and the others can rotate and just be here on their shift.”

“What about her work? You’ll have to tell her about Jason if you want her to stay home the entire time you’re gone. Besides, when you get back in town, if he isn’t caught, nothing will have changed. Will you expect her to stay on lockdown?”

“Hell, I don’t know what I expect. Let’s just deal with what is in front of us.”

He walked to the bar and pulled out the scotch and a glass, splashing two fingers into it and quickly lifted it to his lips. The earliness of the hour hadn’t occurred to him, but its pungent odor assaulted his nostrils, and his hand paused mid-air. He couldn’t afford to have his senses dulled in any way. The glass clinked on the marble surface, and the liquid swished on the sides as he set the tumbler down hard, resisting the urge to fling it across the room.

“I just know I’m going to be going out of my fucking mind. There is no way I can reschedule the trip because this deal is on the chopping block, and we may lose it.”

If it wasn’t a billion dollar deal, he might have been able to blow it off, but it had been in the works a long time and was just about done. The hotel chain was family owned, a high-end conglomerate that had been built from the ground up by the retiring patriarch. The man was worried about keeping the legacy alive, refusing to close the deal without meeting Alex in person. He was dying, and Avery was taking control, allowing 49 percent to stay in the hands of his only daughter, who was young and without a head for business. It was a way to ensure he didn’t need to worry about the child after he was gone. Alex had been approached by the man, personally, and was the one to proffer the deal; it would be impossible to send someone in his stead. It was an honor to be trusted that much, and he couldn’t screw it up.

“Maybe it’s best to just go and get it over with. Then you can get back as soon as you can,” Cole suggested. “Besides, we don’t want Swanson to think he’s rattled us, and we’re off our game. This thing with Bancroft is bad enough.”

Alex sighed, and his chest expanding was almost painful. “Yeah, maybe.”

“I’ll move into the house with her and never leave her side the entire time you’re gone.”

“I don’t know.”

“It’ll be okay. We’ll get the cops involved to help so I can concentrate on Angel. It’s no different than if you were with her on the estate, Alex.”

Alex looked at the smooth surface of the bar in front of him, leaning on it with his hip, and shook his head, though his brother couldn’t see it. “Wrong. At night, she’d be in my bed.”

“Concede that, but it will be fine. I’ll have back-up.”

“Okay. I’ll plan on leaving Monday and getting back as soon as possible. Are you going to Mom and Dad’s for brunch Sunday?”

Angel would keep her workout appointment with Becca no doubt, but maybe he’d be able to convince her to come to the house later so he’d be able to put a plan together with Cole in person.

“I can.” Cole sounded uncertain. “Doesn’t it depend on what Angel is doing?”

“Yes. Let’s plan on meeting up at Becca’s gym on Sunday, then it will be a natural transition to the folks.”

“Sounds good. Will you tell Angel what’s going on?”

Alex sighed again. “Fuck, I don’t know. We agreed no secrets, but I think knowing Bancroft is missing will freak her out. She knows I want her at the house when I’m in Sydney and that you’ll be there.” His mind cranked to work out a feasible solution that would keep Angel out of harm’s way and still accomplish what he needed to be done for work and finding Bancroft and Swanson. “I feel like an asshole leaving when we don’t know where Bancroft is.”

“What can you do here? Not a damn thing. It’s up to the investigators and our team. You have to trust us. Trust me, Alex. But, honestly, my gut tells me what we find isn’t going to be good.”

Alex’s chest tightened. Cole only reiterated what he was thinking himself. It wasn’t going to be pretty. Swanson was trying to make a point, and he was more dangerous than they even realized. “You’re right, Cole.” His next words sounded foreign, like someone else was speaking. “I’m afraid Swanson is going to be a problem as long as he’s breathing. If I give him money, he’ll just blackmail me forever. If they lock him up, he’ll get out at some point, and it will all start again.”

“Alex!” Cole’s voice was harsh. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“Nothing.” His face burned, and his skin crawled. He wanted to kill Swanson. He’d never hated someone so much in his life. “I’m not going to chase the fucker down, if that’s what you mean, but if he threatens me or Angel and he gets in front of me, that’s another story.”

“Don’t forget who you are and what you are responsible for, Alex.”

Alex’s lip curled in snarl. “
Exactly
.”

Cole hesitated. Alex’s tone was stone cold, still as death, and Cole understood his brother’s meaning clearly. “Okay, bro. Will you be with Angel all weekend.”

“Yes, but keep a team on us, from a distance. Get someone to watch Mom, Dad, Josh, and Allison, again too.”

“I’m on it.”

“Good. Keep me updated on Bancroft. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about meeting at the gym.”

“Okay. Later.”

*****

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, but Alex had spent a sleepless night. After he’d returned to the bed with Angel, she’d immediately snuggled up against him again, but sleep continued to elude him. He should have dropped off the minute he’d crawled back under the covers, but he hadn’t fallen asleep until the early morning hours, and now, he woke with a start.

It was dark in the room, even though the clock said 11 AM. Angel must have closed the electronic shades he’d installed because of his travel schedule; jet lag required sleep during daylight hours on occasion. The fact she’d done so should have assured him nothing was amiss, but his heart seized at her absence.

“Shit!” he muttered and scrambled from the bed, frantic at not knowing where she was. In light of the past evening’s events, he was on edge and agitated. He was naked and quickly found the lounge pants by the side of the bed on the floor and pulled them on in a rush.

He was already calling for her before he hit the bedroom door. “Angel? Angel!”

He ran through the house, briefly glancing in each of the spare rooms, the bathroom, then sprinted down the hall, jumping down the stairs three at a time. The dark hardwood floor was cool beneath his feet as they slapped on his way past the great room and into the kitchen. He glanced around quickly, but there was no sign of her or Max. His heart started to pound even more erratically, and his hand landed on his bare chest in protest of the pain.

“Angel!” he shouted again. Nothing. No response, no sound. His hand ran through his hair as he turned around in a circle, searching for what, he didn’t know. “Angel!”

His feet rushed to the windows near the kitchen table and the door leading to the deck, his eyes scanning out and down the multiple layers. Max’s distant bark drew his gaze down to the lowest level where there were chaise lounges around the large and ornate in-ground pool. Angel was with him, and he was prancing around as she picked up a ball and threw it across the lawn so the dog could chase after it. For the first time, he hated the vastness of his property.

Alex burst through the back door, and it banged loudly as it slammed against the railing of the top level of the deck. His eyes never left Angel as she turned, startled by the sound. She was dressed only in his midnight blue bathrobe, her hair flowing down her back. He sucked in a breath in relief as he went down the stairs in a rush, yet still panicked. Her eyes were wide as he reached her at the same time Max returned and dropped the ball at her feet. The golden retriever barked and pranced at her feet, begging her to throw the ball again.

“Max! Enough!” Alex yelled at the dog and he cowered, dropping to lie down at the couple’s feet.

Angel scowled at Alex then bent to her knees to rub Max’s head and ears with both hands. “It’s okay, Max. It’s okay, baby,” she cooed before glancing over her shoulder and up at Alex. “What’s your problem?” she demanded angrily. “He didn’t do anything to you! We were playing!”

Alex had the grace to pause, his face heating as it flushed. Alex’s chest was still rising and falling from his frenzied search, and he turned away to scan the edge of the property, lacing both hands together on top of his head. Breathing hard, he realized how vulnerable they both were, out here in the open, even with the security cameras and the privacy fences. Someone could easily take them out with a rifle.

Angel stood up and moved around him, her posture communicating her irritation with him. “Well?”

Alex’s eyes met hers, and his jaw tightened, the muscle working back and forth as his teeth clenched. “Get in the house,” he commanded.

“Why? We were having a nice time until you showed up.”

His patience was gone. “Angel, get in the house!”

She was startled and jumped at his loud demand but didn’t have a chance to walk toward the stairs, let alone protest. Alex bent and hoisted her over his shoulder, her hair dangled around her face as he hauled her up the stairs. “I don’t know why you have to make everything so goddamned difficult.” He muttered, then hissed out a whistle for Max to follow. The dog ended up beating them, weaving up many levels of stairs and deck platforms in front of Alex and his unwilling burden. “Can you consider that I have a reason for what I tell you?”

“Oh, you mean you aren’t just being a Neanderthal prick?” Angel sounded off in disgust; her position pushed on her stomach and made her words more of a squeak.

Alex ignored her and kicked the back door open, then unloaded her a little too hard. She stumbled and fell back hard on her ass with a painful grunt. Angel glared up at him, her eyes shooting fire and her chin jutting out.

“Yeah, sure!” He turned and threw the deadbolt then keyed in the combination to arm the alarm. “Maybe I care about your little ass!” Alex turned and threw his hands up. “Maybe I know something you don’t! Jesus Christ!”

Max whined and lay on the gleaming marble floor, plastered up against Angel’s leg. Automatically, her hand went to stroke his silky head. She wanted to be pissed at Alex, but her anger cooled as she realized the implications.

Alex walked around her and went through the motions of making coffee. He was furious, and she could actually feel his fury in the air around her. She sighed. “What is it?” Her voice was quiet now, and Alex’s breathing slowed and the heaving of his chest lessened.

“As long as Mark Swanson is loose, we can’t act like our situation is normal, Angel. You can’t go outside like that.”

“But Max had to go out, and I—”

“I don’t give
a fuck
if the world is ending! You don’t go outside without me, Cole, or one of the other men. Even that might not be safe! Do I make myself clear?”

“Don’t talk to me like one of your peons, Alex.”

Alex threw the scoop, still full of coffee across the counter, his careless movement knocking over the steel canister with a clatter and a scatter of grounds. He turned. “No, I’m talking to you like the woman I’m in love with who I don’t want to get killed! Do you always have to argue with me? Stop being so careless and use your head for Christ’s sake!”