Trust With Your Life. M.L. Gamble

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      “For the same reason I know yours. For the same reason I can’t call the police. And I can’t let you call them.”

      The single handcuff still dangled from his wrist, making the incongruously comforting sound of a dog’s license clanking against a choke collar. His name seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place where she’d heard it before. “Why not?”

      “Because I can’t trust the bastards, that’s why not.”

      “Why not?”

      Molly’s redundant question hung between them while he got a very odd look on his face. “They may be trying to kill me.”

      For several seconds, Molly examined this statement, wondering if she was correct in detecting honesty in this very macho man’s voice. She was a woman who genuinely liked men but wouldn’t claim to know a whole lot about them.

      One thing she did know, after working with them for twelve years, was that they didn’t like people to know they were scared. Which meant this guy must have been frightened big-time to admit such a thing to a female.

      “Does this have something to do with your being at Frederick Brooker’s office the night he was supposed to have murdered someone?” Molly remembered that she’d told the police about their meeting. During her interviews with them, the cops had acted as if the man was of no interest to them at all. One of them probably mentioned his name to her, she decided.

      “You’re a material witness at the trial, aren’t you?” she demanded.

      “Yes.”

      “What was all that stuff last night? The wreck and all. Does it have something to do with the trial?”

      Alec Steele stared at her for several seconds. “I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

      “Because I don’t understand how we both came to be at the same place at the same time when you live in Australia and I live here.”

      “I don’t understand that, either, Molly. I was hoping maybe you could explain it.”

      “Me?”

      “What were you doing out at three a.m.?”

      “My job. What were you doing?”

      Alec felt confused, then angry. He had half a mind to tell her the truth. That he had been abducted. Drugged. That he had been sitting with two thugs in a car on the freeway when their car was rammed from behind and all hell broke loose.

      But he couldn’t tell her any of that. If she was involved with the people who had abducted him, he could be playing into their hands. He stared hard at the fresh-faced beauty in front of him. She couldn’t be involved with the guys who had grabbed him. But she must have been targeted, or why else would she have been there?

      The questions in his mind made him angry because he knew he couldn’t answer them now. Angrily he shook his finger at Molly. “Tell me what you’re going to testify about.”

      Molly opened her mouth, then closed it. She had no intention of doing anything like that, she decided. While she was no longer afraid Alec Steele was going to kill her, he did have a gun in his waistband, and he seemed to have no intention of leaving. And while she thought he was gorgeous, she had no intention of spending any more time than she had to in discussing whatever it was that was bugging him.

      She had to get to the authorities. She had to get help.

      And to do that, she had to get rid of him. “First I need to go to the bathroom,” Molly announced as a plan began to take shape in her mind.

      Alec blinked as he thought it over, then finally nodded his head in agreement. “Sure.” He walked to the door and opened it, let her walk past but followed close behind.

      She stopped at the bathroom door. “Where are you going?”

      “With you.”

      “Thanks. I think I can manage.”

      His glance swept over her bathroom and came to rest on the high windows above the sink. He looked back at her intently as if he was measuring something, then backed out of the room and closed the door with a resounding snap. Molly knew he was standing in the hallway, which really ticked her off. She turned on the water in the sink and left it running while she took care of things.

      Her head didn’t hurt all that bad now that she was up, and it felt good to brush her teeth. She also went after her hair, glad for once that the thick brown mane was straight. Since she had found someone to cut it decently, it hung well, framing her round face and looking shiny and healthy, though her skin showed the results of a sleepless night of shock and fright.

      She scrubbed her face and rubbed in a dollop of moisturizer, then stripped off her soiled clothes. Even without clean underwear, Molly felt human again as she wiggled into the one-piece terry jumper she wore around the house in the summer.

      Just as she zipped it over her chest, Alec rapped his knuckles against the door. “You okay in there, love?”

      “Love, doll, chit. Don’t you ever stop with the cutesy labels? You would never be able to hold a job with an equal opportunity employer in this country.”

      “Have me working for a woman?” he challenged through the wooden door. “No thanks. Come out if you’re done. We need to get a few things settled.”

      Yeah, sure, she answered silently. “I’ll be out in a minute. Why don’t you make us some tea?”

      This false, friendly chattiness was a calculated gamble on her part. While the guy was obviously a danger to her, she couldn’t believe he wanted to kill her, which allowed her some options. She was eager to get to a phone, though she knew she would have no chance of that with him in the same room.

      Since Alec Steele had made no protest in response to her cheeky suggestion, she reached down and flicked the lock closed. Still no reaction. That meant he’d headed for the kitchen. She turned on the shower, then scrambled up onto the counter and cranked the window completely open. It was plenty big enough, she decided quickly.

      Molly had not yet installed new screens, so she didn’t have to worry about pushing them out and having them crash into the thick ivy. She hoisted herself up, wondering if the ivy was thick enough to save her own body.

      The outside of her town house offered a sheer drop twelve feet to the pavement. Her neighbor Jerry’s front porch was directly above the window and Molly hoped she could sit on the window ledge and pull herself up enough to get a leg over his railing. Her nerves were buzzing when she stuck her head out the window and looked around.

      None of the other neighbors was out yet. She considered screaming but decided they would have a much better chance of hearing her out in the open than from inside. Just then, the bone-jarring noise of jackhammers exploded in the late-summer air.

      Great, Molly thought. Just peachy. They’re finally patching the potholes from last winter’s mud slide. With all the racket, she was definitely on her own.

      Her fanny stung from the sharp lip of the window, and Jerry’s rail was farther away than СКАЧАТЬ