“What about her?”
“Is she getting the full treatment?”
Broch sighed. “Yeah, might as well. If she gets caught and tracked down, it could mean bad news for us.”
“Agreed. What’s her name?”
“Christin Sinclair.”
“Why does that name sound familiar?”
Broch shrugged. “I don’t know, but it felt familiar to me too. Maybe I saw something about her conviction.”
Leonard whipped out his phone and started typing. Broch was trying to enjoy the night air after a successful mission, but Leonard wasn’t having it.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing. She is convicted of murder and according to this, she did some gnarly stuff with her husband’s mistress’s body, because they convicted her of torture as well.”
Broch wasn’t expecting that, but he tried to hold in his reaction. How could a woman who he saw as innocent, do such heinous crimes?
“Well, it means she is single then.”
Leonard chuckled, but he was uneasy. Broch thought it was funny. The girl was afraid of his guys, but his guys would be leery of her. Broch hadn’t seen Leonard worry so much before.
“You afraid she is going to take you out in your sleep?”
“No, but you better not get involved with this one. You have too many girlfriends. She would take you out.”
Broch laughed, but his friend had a point. He was going to have to be careful with Christin. She wasn’t at all what she seemed, although, neither was he.
***
Christin came out of the house a little after two in the morning. Broch couldn’t sleep, his senses too aware of Christin. He was thinking about what Leonard had learned on the internet. What kind of woman was she?
She was the type that was going to take off in the middle of the night apparently. She looked strange in his clothes, the shirt basically swamping her body and his shorts more like pants on her. She was so tiny compared to him; how could he worry about her?
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”
Christin jumped and nodded. She wasn’t saying much, standing next to him and looking out at the moon for several moments. Broch wasn’t usually so chatty, but he felt like he wanted to know so much about her. It was impossible not to want to know more. He wanted to know everything about her. Every last thing.
“Where were you headed?”
Christin pressed her lips together and took a more defensive stance.
“I have places that I have to go, people to see. I didn’t think I was ever going to get out of there.”
“I’ve been told you have been trying. Why do you want to leave so badly? To finish the job?”
Her eyes met his for an instant. “You heard about me?”
“I was advised.”
“Changed your mind about clearing my name?”
He disagreed. “Not at all, just curious where you are running off.”
“I just need to get back to my life, take the part of it that matters, and be gone, you know?”
