“What?” Max asked in concern. “You didn’t say that you suspected Mr. Searson of possibly killing her!”
“I don’t know for certain,” Drew replied. He had a bad feeling about this. Drew thought Ted Searson was the most likely suspect in his daughter’s attempted murder. He cut across a parking lot. “Give him the address.”
“Let me grab my coat,” Molson said.
“Molson,” Drew cautioned as he wondered if that was code for grabbing a weapon. Sometimes his brother spoke in the worst sort of slang and Drew didn’t always understand. “I don’t need you trying to be a hero. I just need you to be your usual aggravating self and stall them until I get there. I’m the cop, I’ll deal with it.”
“Sure thing, bro,” he agreed easily. “1900 block of King, 1908, unit 7A. She’s downright beautiful.”
“They should be in Searson’s office. I’m going to draw you a quick map of the building and send it to you,” Max said.
“What, you get so special they gave you your own tech support person? Like Garcia in Criminal Minds?” Molson questioned flippantly.
“Get a move on,” Drew growled. He didn’t particularly like that Molson had commented on Bethany’s looks. He hated that his options had been limited to using Molson at all.
“Molson doesn’t seem to be taking this very seriously,” Max voiced his reservations. “Can you trust him?”
“I got no one else right now,” Drew admitted. All personnel would be at the train accident.
“Says how desperate you must be,” the lazy voice commented.
“Are you going?” Drew clenched his teeth.
“Hey, I’m on it,” Molson assured him. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
They could hear the call disconnect. Drew turned at Pickering, hoping to get past the snarl of cars.
“I’m not feeling confident of your boy,” Max said. “Should I go? It’s a thirty-minute drive for me.”
“No,” Drew spotted the train barriers. They were down, the lights were flashing but it was only the railroad crew there. With his motorcycle, he would be able to squeeze through. “I’m twenty or less away. Plus, with all the traffic issues, a car would never make it.”
“Then we have no choice but to rely on your brother,” Max’s tone conveyed that he didn’t like it.
Drew didn’t like it either. But there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. He hit the throttle on the bike and drove as fast as he dared.
Drew tried to ignore the feeling of helplessness and anger that was aroused in him. Bethany wasn’t a threat to anyone. She was vulnerable and sweet and a little confused maybe. Bethany was the type of woman that made a man want to protect her.
He was doing a lousy job of that.
Molson pressed the police badge up to the window as he knocked. The cleaning lady looked at him, pulling the earbuds out of her ears and shutting off her vacuum. She looked at him suspiciously.
He was glad he’d taken the time to turn up the collar of his coat to hide the tattoos on his neck. He tried to look like he was on official police business. “Police. I need access to the building.”
She sauntered over, popping a bubble of gum and looked at the badge. It was real. Molson had pickpocketed it from Miguel six years ago. This was the first time he’d ever used it. He hoped she wasn’t looking too closely at it because he didn’t exactly match the picture on the ID. With a nod, she unlocked the door. “What’s going on?”
“Ma’am, I need you not to say anything, but there is a bomb threat that was called in on this building. I’m going to clear out the floors. You should go wait in your car until we’ve searched the place,” Molson lied as he kept the door open and five guys, all dressed in black entered with him. He purposely dropped his accent and polished his speech a little to sound more professional.
“Oh!” she slapped her hands over her bubble gum chewing mouth, her eyes getting really big. “Mr. Searson and some people just went up to his office.”
“What floor would they be on?” Molson already knew but he played along.
“The top one. It’s full of executive offices,” she fumbled with her key card, taking it off a ring of keys. “Here! You need to swipe this to enter. The code is eleven twelve.”
So helpful. Molson stopped himself from smiling just in time. “Thank you, ma’am. Now, go out to your car where you’ll be safe.”
She nodded and scurried out of the building. “I’m gonna call my girlfriend. She’s never gonna believe this!”
Molson shrugged as he watched her leave. It would keep her busy while they looked for Bethany Searson.
