"I know, sexy."
Greg shows up and questions me more about both attacks. Iknow he wants to ask me about calling Dr. Mason, but he respects my privacy too much. We relax for the rest of the night, but my thoughts are filled with questions. Who was that man and why did he attack me? Who left the note on the door? It has to be another cop, and that pisses me off. Guess I'll find out tomorrow. As Greg is leaving, he hugs me close.
"Heard you used an armbar and almost dislocated the guy's arm," he says proudly.
"Thank you for teaching me that move. According to Dr. Nic, I did dislocate it. I should've just put him into the sleeper hold first, though."
"How bad are you hurt?"
"Just sore. Good night."
"Night, sweetheart. Love you."
I go to my room until I hear Derek head to bed. I then walk back into the living room and run on my treadmill until I feel like I'm going to drop.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
MAYA
Another month passes. That’s three months, three fucking months, and nothing. I miss him so bad. I think I'm losing my mind. All I do is work and work out. Unfortunately, no one will spar with me anymore. After the fight, everyone became scared of me.
The investigation has come to a standstill and I know it's because of the fact that it's a cop. How can I keep my job? I wasn't relieved of duty but every day they think about it as more photos turn up of me. My knife had no prints on it. The man who attacked me was found dead in his cell the next morning. They say it was an unrelated jail attack. I never got my questions answered.
After the attack, Lawrence kept coming to the condo. I filed a restraining order against him. I go to the range and practiceshooting all my firearms. I've gone to Quantico a couple of times to work with some of the instructors and push my skills.
My life becomes a series of days blending into work one week and working on forgetting the next week. I finally can't take it anymore; today I'm making a change. I brace myself as I dial the number I've memorized after staring at it for weeks.
"Securities International Incorporated, this is Rebekah. How may I direct your call?"
"Joshua Donovan, please."
"May I tell him who’s calling?"
"Can I just surprise him?"
"Sorry, ma'am, I'm going to need your name." I don't want to give my name in case it's too late and he's in a meeting with him.
"Okay, tell him...it’s another angel in a dark place."
"Excuse me, ma'am, what?"
"Tell him, another angel in a dark place. He'll know what it means. Please, I can't give you my name in case he's in a meeting with someone."
"Okay, ma'am. Hold, please." The hold music isn't bad, but I'm already twitching for a gun or knife when he finally picks up.
"Maya, is that you?" He sounds breathless.
"Yes, I didn't want to give my name in case you were with him. I don't want him to know I called you. Is it too late?" I hope he understands what I'm asking.
"Never! He'll never see another woman as he sees you, Maya. It's just you. What can I do for you?"
"I want a job. I want my man back. I want your help."
"That's a lot of wants. Should I help you after you hurt him like this?"
"Joshua, I was scared and I deal with a lot of guilt from my parents’ deaths. I got that threat and knew he couldn't outrun another sniper. I won’t be responsible for his death."
"I know about guilt, Maya. I also know about being scared. We found the note. We've been doing our own surveillance." He pauses as I've gotten used to him doing; Joshua waits for you to admit something. I'm about to when he says, "Okay, what do you want?"
