“But I do know that someone in Montague’s office was behind it. For all I know it was Montague himself but I can’t say for sure. Whoever it was wanted you to think it was the police, but I can assure you, it wasn’t.”
“Right. So you know for a fact Montague or one of his cronies is behind this?”
“Yes.”
“I figured as much.”
She gives some more pertinent information. Cosette looks pale and wan.
“You okay?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and clutches her belly. “I feel sick.”
I stand. “We’ve got to get her home. I need to know all the details you can find. What you’ve told me is a good start, but not enough. Get me more, and I’ll double what you just got.” Her eyes gleam like full moons.
“Tomorrow morning. Come tomorrow morning and I’ll have more answers for you.”
I nod and take Cosette’s hand.
I reach for my gun and check outside before we leave.
“What was that all about?” she asks.
I blow out a breath. I tell no one anything, but I’m going to ask this woman to marry me. It’s about time I tell her more of what makes me who I am.
“You know I was taken prisoner. Abducted.”
She nods as I open her door and let her in. I reach in and on instinct buckle her belt.
“And you know why.”
“Right.”
I go to my side of the car and give one more look around. The back of my neck prickles like we’re being watched, but I see no signs at all that anyone else is here. Just to be safe, I pull out my gun and take a stance.
Leaves stir in a bush behind us, but no one’s there.
The warehouse is eerily silent. A part of me wants to check on Camille, but she can handle herself. I look down to where the ground is muddy from last night’s rain and see no telling footprints but ours, and we’re secluded enough that no one would’ve made it here without a car or some mode of transportation.
Then why do my instincts scream at me to go?
Why do I want to toss my body over Cosette’s and protect her from whatever or whoever would threaten her safety and the safety of our unborn baby?
I trust her. I know I do.
What is it that I don’t trust?
No one’s here. Still, I slide into the driver’s seat and turn the key in the ignition quickly. I want to get the hell out of here.
“I was telling you about my abduction,” I continue, once our doors are shut and locked.
“Everything okay?” Cosette asks.
“I think so.” I still can’t shake that feeling. “Why?”
“You look guarded. I saw you draw your weapon.”
“It feels like someone’s watching us.”
