“Good. I told her to run?—”
“Not happening,” I interrupt him. I’ve been looking for her for too long to let her go now. But now I understand why he was adamant that she leave town the other night on the phone.
He tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Then you’ll have to hide her at Carnage.”
“Done,” I say easily.
He gives a soft laugh. “She’s not going to go willingly.”
“You say that like it’ll be a problem.” I scan the paperwork that gives details of her explaining how she found the body. It also states that she had an attorney present—William Marks. A.k.a. Bill. “How long do I have?” I’ll have to come up with a plan.
“I’d say three weeks. A month at most. They want to wrap it up pretty quickly. But they need to get everything set up first. When they come to arrest her, there will be nothing left to dispute.”
I nod. “I’ll be ready.” But as much as I’d love to make her my pet at Carnage, I add, “I could go to Tyson’s detective. Tell him?—”
“Don’t trust him.” He shakes his head. “She either has you or no one.”
Me. She has me.
“What about your boss? The detective on the plane?”
He sighs heavily before he answers. “This isn’t his department.”
How is this not his department? I’m not sure what the fuck he means by that, but I understand it’s a dead end. He’s no help.
“She probably shouldn’t be going out in public to party if she’s being set up,” I mumble to myself. She can get drunk at home.
“What do you mean?” he asks, and I consider ignoring him like he does some of my questions, but this is about Eve.
“I just saw her at Blackout.”
He frowns. “When?”
“Tonight.” I glance at his clock lighting up on his dash. “About twenty minutes ago. I just came from there.”
“Are you sure?”
I grind my teeth. “Yes. I spoke to her.” Fisting my busted knuckles, I add, “Some guys were talking shit about Eve. After I beat the fuck out of them, I looked for her. Was going to drag her ass out of there, but she had already left.”
He shifts in his seat, bringing the car to a stop, and I see that he’s parked back by my bike. I glance over at him, and he’s staring out the windshield as if he can’t look at me.
“Why are you helping her?” He said they’d had sex, but is it more than that? Does he love her? Or is he just wanting her to lie low for now so she can keep working for him? Either way, it has to be for his benefit.
Adam swallows before glancing at me. His eyes are void of any emotion when he speaks. “I know what it feels like to be framed when you’re innocent. I had someone help me. And I can only do so much. After our talk the other night, I know you’re that someone for her.” With that, he looks back out the windshield, and I know it’s all I’m going to get.
I shut the folder and set it on his lap. When I close the passenger door, he pulls out, and his taillights disappear down the curvy two-lane road.
My phone lights up as Haidyn calls me, helping me spot it in the dark night. I pick it up out of the bushes, ignore the call, and pull up my Spotify. “Follow You Home” by Nickelback fills my ears as I try to figure out how I’m going to make the pretty blonde become my prisoner. Because I know she will not come to Carnage willingly. She’s too independent for that.
I’ll have to force my angel to live in hell.
TWENTY-ONE
KASHTON
Ireturn to Carnage a couple of hours later. The ride did nothing but fuck me up more. The way the men talked about Eve and then the conversation I had with Adam…it’s giving me a headache.
At least Saint and Haidyn quit blowing up my phone.
