Loving Baby. Tyler Anne Snell

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      “Going after who? Me?”

      Suzy’s hand was at her holster in a flash. The cool night air moved across her upper thigh, confirming that she had, indeed, already ripped the dress. She didn’t let up off the man as she turned to the new voice. Though it wasn’t new to her at all.

      “Going after who?” James repeated. His expression was hard, but Suzy couldn’t read what emotion made it so.

      The man struggled against her foot again, but this time Suzy let him up. She kept her hand on the butt of her gun.

      “I don’t know,” he started, with eyes only for James. “But—but Sully gave me this address to get to you.” He fumbled a hand into his pocket. If he hadn’t been wearing tight jeans, showing he wasn’t carrying a gun, Suzy would have pounced. But now that James was here, her captive’s earlier feistiness had seemingly vanished. When he pulled out a paper and handed it to James, his hand shook. “He said it’s what you’re looking for. New information. I don’t know who they are or who they’re going after. He didn’t have time to tell me.”

      Suzy didn’t have to know the situation to understand that the stakes had just risen. James looked over the paper. His eyebrows threaded together.

      Maybe he didn’t know the situation, either. Confusion blanketed his expression.

      “What happened to you?” he asked. This time, she heard the concern before she saw it. It was familiar in nature. James knew the man. “And who did it?”

      Suzy half expected the man to remain silent, as he had with her, but again, having James there seemed the key to unlocking answers. The man took a deep breath.

      “You were right,” he said. “It was too dangerous.” He raised one hand up toward the little light they had. Blood. Some was dry. Some wasn’t. “It isn’t mine,” he said. “The blood isn’t mine.”

      Suzy glanced at James. He still looked as confused as she felt.

      “Whose blood is it?” she had to ask.

      The man’s gaze stuck to his hand.

      James crouched down so he was at eye level with the other man. “Queso, whose blood is it?” Suzy didn’t have a chance to question the name. She was holding her breath for an answer. “Queso?”

      James reached out and grabbed his shoulder. It did the trick in focusing him.

      “It’s Sully’s,” Queso finally answered, voice low. “I don’t even know if he’s still alive. He made me run when the shooting started. He told me that getting you that address was too important.” He let out an exhalation. It deflated him. “Padre, he said you’re already running out of time.”

      “Okay, I’ve heard enough.”

      Suzy placed her hands up in defeat. She wasn’t about to let this show go on any more. The story was lost on her, everyone’s motivations just as hazy. She’d made a promise to herself not to willingly walk into situations exactly like the one she’d just walked into. Having a powwow with a man who had just confessed the blood he was covered in was not his own? A man who had limped from the dark of night to James Callahan’s estate instead of to the police?

      It was too much.

      “I’m calling this in.”

      “You can’t,” Queso said hurriedly. His haze had been replaced with sheer panic in seconds. It hit every syllable in his words. “If anyone knows I talked to the cops, I’m done for.” He shook his head and turned to James. “And you’ll be out of even more time. Please, Padre, don’t let her call them in.”

      Suzy grabbed her discarded high heel and tried to cool her mounting anger before it came to a head.

      “I am the law,” she reminded him. “And no amount of money is going to erase that fact. Now, can you walk to the house or do we need to carry you?”

      Queso flapped his mouth open and closed. James answered for him.

      But not with what she wanted to hear.

      “Maybe we should go inside and take a moment to think this through, Suzanne.”

      If there was one thing Suzy disliked more than a man trying to tell her how to do her job—or when not to do it—it was a man calling her Suzanne.

      “Either call me Suzy or Chief Deputy Simmons,” she snapped. “And there’s nothing to talk through. Something is going on, you’re in the middle of it and I’m going to get answers this time around. Honest ones.”

      She grabbed Queso’s wrist and pulled up. James helped but kept talking.

      “I need to go see what’s at this address. Now, not later,” he tried. “You heard him. I’m running out of time.”

      Suzy whirled around as the side door banged open. The man James had been talking to before he’d gone upstairs had a towel in his hand.

      “Listen, Suzy, this is my head of security, Douglas. Let him watch Queso until we know what’s here.” He shook the paper with the address on it. “Then we can do whatever you feel we need to do. Please.”

      All three men looked up at her.

      “You’re out of your mind,” she exclaimed. “A bloody guy limps to your party and gives you an address, and then you want to go off without anything else to go on? Even if I wasn’t law enforcement, I would think that’s crazy.”

      Then James did something that surprised her. He almost closed the space between them, his blue, blue eyes never leaving hers.

      “I know you don’t trust me,” he said, voice low. “You don’t believe that I just happened to be out there that day...and you’re right.”

      Suzy felt her eyes widen.

      “Then why were you?” she had to ask.

      Would it be this simple to get her answer?

      James angled his body slightly, as if he didn’t want Douglas to hear what he had to say next. Suzy couldn’t help herself. She leaned in a fraction.

      “Because Gardner Todd, my brother, asked me to meet him there.” Before Suzy could react, he continued. “He said he needed to tell me something important. I never learned what that was, never even had a clue, either. Until this.” Suzy glanced at the paper in his hand. “Listen, I’m not like my brother, but I am like you. I want answers, too. So let’s go get some before it really is too late.”

      There was so much to process that Suzy couldn’t land on any one point or question. In part, that was because of the pure urgency behind his plea. It bled through his words and into her. So sincere. So real.

      James wasn’t the only one surprised when she nodded.

      “Okay, I’ll go with you,” she agreed. “But I’m going to need answers on the way. And, Mr. Callahan, if you lie to me again, no one will be able to help СКАЧАТЬ