“My name is Hades Sinclair.”
The rumors she’d heard at breakfast swirled through her head.When a quick inspection of his hands revealed no tattoo, it calmed her a little.This man wasn’t the one who had killed the woman, but she cautiously steeled herself.“How can I help you, Mr.Sinclair?”
“I’m here to talk about what happened the other night in the parking garage.”
With those words, her carefully dammed thoughts broke free, and she couldn’t stop the tremors taking over.“I-I...What?”
“Jesus,” he muttered and pulled her into his arms.She was so scared she couldn’t even talk.“I’m sorry you saw what happened, and I hate to bring that up again, but I’m trying to find the person who killed that woman.”
“He was assaulting her,” Cora whispered.Her hand rested on his heartbeat.“She kept saying no and slapped him.He pushed her and she fell over the divide.”
“Her neck broke.”
“I didn’t see him, though.He never turned around.”
“In the footage I have, he kept his face hidden in his hoodie.”
She pulled back and looked up at him.“That’s all I know.I’m sorry I’m not more help.”
He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.“I don’t want you to be scared.I’m going to find him and make him pay for what he did, but you can’t go to the police.”
Hades Sinclair was a dangerous man.Violence lingered in the black depths of his eyes.This was a man that promised death should anyone cross him, and although she should be peeing her pants in terror, she knew that retribution wasn’t aimed at her.Quite the opposite.Within his arms, she felt ...safe.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I’ll handle this.No cops?”
“No cops,” she agreed.What would be the point?He wasn’t confined by the badge to follow the rules, and neither was the killer.
“Good girl,” he whispered then kissed her forehead.“Let me take you home.”
She nodded and he placed his hand on her lower back to lead her to his car, a sleek, black sedan that had tinted windows and, apparently, a driver.Hades told him her address, and she didn’t even question how he knew.
The drive was quiet and uneventful.When the car came to a stop in front of the tenant house, she went to open the door, but he placed a hand on her arm.He held up a business card.
“If you need me, call me,” he said.
She took it, doubtful she’d ever use it.“Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Miss Charles.”
The door opened and the driver waited patiently, holding his hand out to help her.Once she was out, she looked back at him.“Good-bye, Mr.Sinclair.”
Then she hurried up the stairs and into the house.As soon as the door closed behind her, she leaned against it and wondered what the hell just happened.Hades Sinclair was a force of a man that made her heart rate speed up in the best, and most dangerous, way.
