Suspicious Activities. Tyler Anne Snell

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      Oliver snorted.

      “Nik is nice but not that nice,” he said.

      “You best remember that,” she responded, pinching the bridge of her nose. A headache had planted itself between her eyes while their now confirmed client chattered on endlessly. “I’ll tell you, though, nice, professional or otherwise, I’m starting to get tired of the wealthier clients.” She looked down at her notes and the name that lined the top.

      Oliver, ever the encouraging one, jumped in before she could continue. “Hey, remember, occasionally we need to work with the rich to help the not-so-rich. We’re like—”

      “Robin Hood,” Nikki and Jonathan finished at the same time. Oliver laughed.

      “I guess I say that a lot,” he ventured.

      Nikki nodded to the phone. “Every time we don’t like one of the snobby clients.” But as she said it, she realized that it was something she liked to be reminded of from time to time. Orion worked on a mostly pro bono basis, giving security to those who really needed it despite their financial status. However, good intentions couldn’t always pay the bills for them to keep the business going. That meant that once in a while they had to take on a much wealthier client to keep Orion’s doors from closing. In a month she would dispatch a team to protect Grant Riley, something of a technology guru with little tact and a lot of attitude. Nikki sighed, already knowing that it would be an interesting contract.

      “Well, boys, there’s something I need to take care of really quickly, so can you two give Mark a call and loop him into what’s going on?” Nikki looked down at her cell phone’s clock. “He should be on break now.”

      Oliver said, “Aye aye, captain,” while Jonathan saluted. If her thoughts hadn’t already turned back to the chocolates and accompanying letter, she would have smiled or laughed. As it was, she left the conference room and swiftly went to reception.

      There, she addressed Kelli with more force than she’d intended. “I need your car for a bit.”

      * * *

      JACKSON WATCHED THROUGH the Plexiglas windows of the gym as Nikki walked to the front of the building with the pinched expression of someone deep in thought. He stopped his workout and decided it was time to take a break, too. Getting some water from the cooler just outside the door, he waited for Jonathan to follow. When he didn’t come out, Jackson moved closer to the door.

      He heard voices on the other side.

      Jackson moved down the hall toward reception and peeked through the cracked door. Kelli was on the phone. He craned his head around without notice from the woman and scanned the rest of the room.

      No Nikki.

      Jackson downed the rest of his water and decided to make a bad decision.

      Thirty seconds later his cup was in the trash and he was standing in Nikki’s office, the door closed behind him. He wasn’t surprised that it hadn’t been locked. Nikki seemed to trust everyone in Orion without issue. Well, maybe not him. Not yet anyway. And, well, maybe not if she caught him now.

      But I’m trying to help, he reasoned with himself.

      Something was definitely wrong with the woman and that letter she’d received. Not to mention the graffiti on her car. Jackson might not have known her well at all, but what he could bet of Nikki Waters was that she didn’t easily ask for help.

      So he’d do it without her knowledge. It was the least he could do when she’d given him the job.

      Jackson moved across the woman’s desk and the files on top without trying to pry. Next he went to the filing cabinet in the corner and slowly slid the top open. Folders with employee names filled it, even his. Temptation to see his file was great, but he didn’t want to push his luck any more than he already had done by staying longer in the office. He didn’t know when Nikki would be back and he had no idea when Jonathan would be done. He closed the cabinet and went back to the desk.

      There he noticed the tiny drawer on top with the lock on the outside and knew without a doubt that was where she’d put her letter.

      You shouldn’t be doing this, Jackson thought as he grabbed a paper clip from a neat little tray on the desk’s top. This is a breach of trust, he thought as he unfolded the clip. If she catches you, then the one good dose of luck you’ve had in a while will go down the drain. Jackson began to pick the lock, drowning out his own concerns until one thought repeated and the drawer opened.

      Old habits die hard.

      There, folded just how it had been when handed over to her, was the white sheet of paper resting on top. With only a small hesitation Jackson picked it up and unfolded it.

      “What the hell?” he asked the room.

      There were no declarations of love or even like and there was no name. Typed in tight black font were only three short lines of text.

      Even stranger, they were addresses.

      Jackson took a picture of the letter before returning it to the drawer. He then put the paper-clip-turned-lock-pick in his pocket and quietly left Nikki’s office. As far as he could tell, Jonathan was still talking to the same people he had been and Nikki hadn’t yet returned. He went back to the gym and looked at the picture.

      Something didn’t feel right.

      No, something was wrong.

       Chapter Four

      The first address was in Colorado. The second was in Wisconsin. The third was in Arkansas. All appeared to be, according to an internet search, residential.

      Jackson stared at his phone for a moment as if it would explain who lived at the addresses, why they had been sent to Nikki and who had sent them. His phone didn’t answer him, so he decided that a more personal search might yield better results. Like a dog after a bone, he grabbed another cup of water and tried to look casual as he walked into the lobby. Kelli looked up and smiled.

      “Taking a break or done?” she asked.

      Jackson made a show of stretching his muscles.

      “A break,” he answered. “I thought I’d come up here and say hello again.”

      Kelli’s smile seemed genuine as she said hello again. She offered him a seat in one of the plush chairs, which he declined with the excuse that he was on the sweatier side of comfort. She laughed and rubbed her belly. Absently Jackson wondered if she knew about his past, too.

      “Sorry again about sending you after Nikki this morning,” Kelli said, expression truly apologetic. “I heard the two of you didn’t get off on the best foot when you met and Jonathan made the point that maybe the ride would help. But honestly, I don’t think Nikki is in the best of moods today.”

      Jackson arched an eyebrow. He could get somewhere with this conversation now.

      “So it isn’t just me that’s gotten her wound tight?” he asked, half laughing.

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