“Why did you tell me it was drug deal?”
“I only relayed what they told me.”
“Bullshit. You know, you just won’t tell me.”
Benny looked at him sullenly. “I told you they’ll kill me if I talk.”
“Give me something, Benny. You owe me that much.” Greg had a feeling he already knew who was behind it. The owner of the club. He just didn’t understand why. They didn’t know about the club and the trafficking until last night.
Benny sighed sadly, his head hung in defeat and Greg knew he’d won. “You were getting too close to answers. They knew I was your informant. They told me what I told you to get you to the club and they’d get rid of you.”
For the past few months Benny was helping Greg and the team locate drug dealers around Vegas. They’d shut a lot of business down, he should have known it would ruffle a few feathers.
Greg released him and stepped back. That was all Benny was going to tell him. “Thanks Benny. Do yourself a favor and get out of town for a while.” Just because Benny helped themdidn’t mean he’d stay alive for long. He knew who the enemy was. Was a liability.
Benny dusted off his jacket not that it helped. The think was thread barren, stained, and full of holes. The man had been living on the streets for years but never once complained.
“I like it here just fine.”
“You know they’re going to kill you anyway. These type of people don’t leave witnesses.” Benny had to know that. And judging from the resignation in his eyes he knew.
“They can try.” Benny started to walk away then stopped and half turned to face him. “One last bit of advice, you’re looking in the wrong place. Sykes is only a small fish in a big ocean.” With that he disappeared down the alley Greg had come from. Greg had a feeling this was the last time he would ever see Benny.
He wouldn’t say they were friends but they’d helped each other out a lot over the past year.
Looking in the wrong place.What did Benny mean by that? He was no closer to answers than before. Drew wasn’t going to be happy about that.
Chapter 18
As much as Shay wanted to hide out in her room and lick her wounds at making a rash decision, she wasn’t a coward. She wanted to help put the men who took her behind bars. She didn’t wanted to treated like the damsel in distress needed to hide in her ivory tower until the price saved the day.
Shay was tired of taking a back seat in her life. It was time to take charge. Giving them names wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to help more. And what better way to convince a man to let her help than by cooking him a nice home cooked meal.
Her mom and Alice had taught her the quickest way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.
As the day grew later and Drew didn’t check on her she decided to venture out and start dinner. Shay grimaced as she unfolded herself from the floor to stand as blood started to flow back through her limbs.
The house was silent when she emerged. She knew Drew hadn’t left. He’d told her from the beginning whoever she was staying with would be with her day and night. The door across the hall was closed. That must be where he was hiding.
She tried to not let it hurt that not only was he putting emotional blocks between them but physical walls too. How was he supposed to keep her safe hiding behind a door? If he didn’t want her staying with him, he should have said something back at his office.
Shay marched into the kitchen with her head held high. Whatever. If he wanted walls so be it, but he was going to let her help.
She wasn’t surprised to find a well-stocked kitchen. The one at the office had been just as well supplied. So many recipes came to mind. What would Drew eat? What would he like? Did he have any allergies?
If he bought it, there was nothing he couldn’t eat here.
A thought popped into her head. She doubled checked and sure enough he had all the supplies. Perfect. She got to work immediately. It didn’t take long for the aroma of tomato sauce and herbs to fragrant the house. One of her favorite smells. Too bad they didn’t sell that as an air freshener. Sautee onions. Yum. She’d probably always be hungry. Now all that was missing was music. She loved listening to music while she cooked but she didn’t want to play with Drew’s sound system and she didn’t even have her phone to pull up her playlist. Silent cooking it was.
Shay was putting the final touches on food and turned to look for plates when she saw Drew just standing next to the counter staring at her.
“Oh,” She said breathless. She couldn’t read his expression. Him and his stony expression. It was getting annoying. “Perfect timing, dinners ready.” She played off casual while her heart was pounding at his nearness. She caught the beginning of a five o’clock shadow forming along his powerful jaw line that she wanted to rub her palm over.
“You didn’t have to cook.” His voice came out rough and gravelly.
“I wanted to. It’s my way of saying thank you.” And a bribe to let her help.
“It smells good.” Drew stepped into the kitchen, his gait smooth and controlled. He was always in control of everything.
