Then he does, in fact, bolt upright and vomit into one of the black bags, zipping it back up and setting it on the floor.
With a disgusted groan, he wipes the back of his mouth and continues, “She wasleaving. Like put on clothes and tried to bolt. And that was right when we had lost contact because Jesse fucking jammed the signal. So I was calling, pleading with her to stop and get her ass back in there. But I’m telling you,” he gags again. “I’m telling you she’spissed. She would have run out that door if it hadn’t started jiggling from the outside. As soon as I told her who it was, she got back into the safe room and promised not to leave.”
“He didn’t get in the house until she was safely behind the wall?”
“Right,” is all he can say, holding back more nausea.
“Can you pull up the security and check that he hasn’t gotten in?” I plead.
He groans, grabbing his phone and unlocking it with shakyhands. He doesn’t even look at the screen; he just sets it up so I can see it.
Glancing between the road and the phone, I don’t see Brigit anywhere, which is probably a good sign, but Steele won’t stop trying to call someone. Over and over again as he walks through the house.
“You think he’s trying to reach Jesse?” I ask.
Skyler nods, “I’d put money on it.”
“What is he looking for?” I wonder aloud.
“Same thing he was when you were incapacitated before. Evidence to justify killing you.”
“I thought we had a deal with him,” I mutter. “Why would he want me gone? And bad enough he’d be part of killing an innocent?”
“Those areverygood questions, bat man,” he gags. “You should save them for Steele.”
The truth is that there won’t be any time for questions.
The second I get my hands on him, he’s fuckingdead.
Chapter 36
Blood-soaked Fingers
BRIGIT
As soon as I step one foot out of the hidden room, my phone rings.
Skyler.
I ignore him, running upstairs to throw on some clothes.
He calls again.
And again.
Only on the fifth call, once I’m dressed, packed, and ready to run out the door, do I finally answer.
“Brigit Danaan, get your ass back in that office,” he orders, his voice shaking.
"Was Cormac stalking me before his incident?"
He sighs, "Brig-"
"Was he, yes or no?" I demand the answer.
When his only response is silence, I release a furious scoff, "I knew it. I knew you fucking dicks-"
“For fuck’s sake,” he clears his throat, “Listen. I can’t deal with you bolting right now. Morrison is going to kill Cormac. Steele gave me a fake background check and address.”
