She’d gotten the information, and they had found the kidnapped girl in time and saved her. Sadly, they hadn’t been in time to save the other five victims.
All missing persons. All dead.
But the last one had survived because of her. And the man was off the streets for good.
Since then, she’d helped on a number of cases. She kept a low profile. Found ways for Steve to explain the information she gave him—she was creative—and so far, no one was too suspicious.
“My shift’s finished. Can I give you a lift home?” Steve asked.
She glanced at his face. He appeared guileless, but she didn’t need to look in his mind to know he had ulterior motives. “Detective Steve has the hots for Josie.”
“Have not,” he said, but didn’t sound particularly convincing.
Josie claimed she wasn’t ready for a relationship, but Kaitlin had seen the way she looked at Steve when she thought no one was watching. And really, it was time she got over her asshole of a loser husband.
She nodded. “Why not?”
“I’m surprised we haven’t seen you over Christmas,” she said as they drove out of the underground garage. Steve usually made an excuse to come around at least once a week.
“I thought you were both in Scotland. Josie said you’d be visiting family for the holidays.”
“I decided not to go.”
At the last moment, she’d copped out. While she missed the Kindred, there were people she really didn’t want to see. And Josie had refused to go without her.
And now everyone was gathered at the Rayleigh estate in the highlands of Scotland, ready for the meeting tomorrow. The meeting where they would decide what their next move should be.
But honestly, what was the point of her going? No one listened to her anyway. If they had, they wouldn’t still be working with either Kane or the colonel. They would have put the motherfuckers down.
Whatever Josie had said, it wasn’t anything to do with her feeling guilty about not being able to save her brother.
Because she didn’t. Josie was deluded.
That was what happened when people messed with your brain—you started seeing stuff that wasn’t there.
“You can stay for lunch,” she told Steve.
At least that would stop Josie having another go at her.
Kane paid off the taxi and stood there, looking around him. The apartment was in a nice area, close to Mayfair. It was, no doubt, expensive, but then, money was never a problem for the Kindred.
There were lots of ways to make money when you could read someone’s mind. A few of them were shit-hot at poker and kept the coffers full.
He was prevaricating, putting off the moment when Kaitlin would no doubt tell him to fuck off.
But she was coming to this meeting—even if he had to drag her there, kicking and screaming.
She wasn’t a kid anymore, and it was time she stopped behaving like one. Maybe he would tell her that…and most likely, lose his balls in the process.
He blew out his breath and headed into the building, taking the stairs to the second floor. Hesitating outside the door, he was tempted to reach inside and read her mind, but he’d promised he would never go in there without her permission.
That had been years ago after she’d told him to get out and stay out.
Sometimes it was hard, but it was a promise he would not go back on. And maybe it was for the best—did he really want to know what she thought of him? What shetold himshe thought of him was bad enough.
He rang the bell and waited. Then rang the bell again. His gut tightened as he heard footsteps, but when the door opened, it wasn’t Kaitlin but Josie who answered.
Her eyes widened, but she managed a somewhat forced smile. She’d never seemed comfortable around him, but then, as far as he could tell, she wasn’t comfortable around anyone. But she looked well, better than she had when she had left Uganda a year ago. He hadn’t seen her since.
