Finley Creek was not safe any longer.
If it ever had been. Madison was seriously beginning to have her doubts. Finley Creek had a lot of dark secrets apparently—going back decades. It was the decades part that was throwing her. Just what kind of bad guy posse were they really dealing with here?
“It was a hit. I’m damned convinced of it. And so is Miguel. This case…it’s personal for him.”
“It’s personal forHope,you mean. I know she was looking into it. Before…Wilson.”
“Before Wilson—is it possible some of that night was just to keep that girl from looking deeper?”
The Ahumada casedefinitely pissed him off—it was a sixteen-year-old kid who was trying to build a future for himself, murdered in the street. But that wasn’t the main reason he was there. Dom had felt…antsy. When he was leaving the TSP, he had felt like something wasn’t right.
And it was with her.
Dom had made it this far listening to his gut. When something didn’t feel right, it was because it wasn’t. Dom made sure her door was locked behind him, and checked out the window.
Just in case.
He turned back to the little demon who tormented him at all times. That tight little tank top was tormenting him already.
“You expecting company?” She shot a wary look at the window. He could see the shiver go right through her.
“Just can’t be too careful.”
“No. Preaching to the…choir…here.”
In that moment, he knew—the decision he’d made was the right one. “I’m camping on your couch tonight.”
“What?”
“I’m staying here. With you.”
“Uh…why?”
“Because I’m not stupid. Things are circling closer. Andyouknow too much. And have too much saved on that little server of yours. I’m not being fucking stupid any longer. I should have been staying with you since what happened with that bastard Wilson. Rodriguez got a tip today. Rumor is somescientisthas been doing a bit too much digging lately. Since you are the scientist-in-charge right now…I am not going anywhere. He thinks it ties to Ahumada and Hope. I’m not so sure. And am not taking chances.”
Been his plan all along. Since the moment his good old pal Tony had called him looking for a quick twenty bucks. And confirmed exactly what Dom had feared. There were scientists in Finley Creek who were drawing the wrong kind of attention. Tony thought Dom would want toknow.
Tony knew that Dom was close to the forensics teams—Tony had talked about old forensics shows with Dom before. He suspected Tony was fascinated by the science—just nothing would ever come of it. The loss of potential was one of those things that bothered Dom the most. But…he still had hope for Tony. Someday.
Dom had definitely wanted to know exactly what Tony had given him. “I got a tip, too. And I believe it. I’m not going anywhere tonight—or until I have time to figure out what in the hell is circling around the lab again now. And if I am here if you need me—maybe I’ll get some damned sleep for once. Instead of worrying about you.”
He watched her go pale.
“Don’t I have a say?” Her arms were crossed over her chest. She was glaring at him. Of course she was. Madison was always glaring at him.
He knew he didn't have the right to just barge in here like this. He was going to do it anyway. She’d be pissed at him for a while, but it wouldn’t last.
Madison would give in. He knew her well enough to know that. She’d make him pay for it—but she’d give in eventually.
Because she was afraid.
He hated when she was afraid.
He could see it in her eyes, in the way she stood. Why the hell wouldn’t she be? It hadn’t been that long ago she’d nearly died, and it was almost like her friends were being picked off in this damned war the TSP was embroiled in. Why wouldn’t she be terrified she was going to be next? She’d almost died twice because of the fucking TSP.
He was going to make sure there wasn’t a third time.
He waited. She just stared. “So tell me where am I sleeping tonight? Couch…or…in with you?”
