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Montana groaned. “Stubborn. Pigheaded.”
“Why you like me.” Destiny shrugged. “Just a couple of hours. Okay?”
“I don’t like this. Stay here. I’m going to somehow get a patrol car to at least drive by a few times. If you see anything, hear weird sounds or feel threatened in any manner, you will call me. Do you understand?”
Destiny nodded. “Don’t worry. I will.”
Gina hung up the phone. “A random caller. They said the order was a birthday joke. You know, someone turning fifty or maybe older.”
“How did they pay?” Montana asked.
“Cash. They left cash in an envelope with delivery instructions. No one noticed who dropped it off but the card was with the payment.” Gina sighed. “So you think this is about Michael?”
“I don’t know.” Destiny rubbed her arms, but she was beginning to believe.
CHAPTER 23
“Fucking Goddamn it!” Montana was furious. The asshole had now crossed the line. “Answer the damn phone. Answer the damn phone!” When he got Grant’s voice mail, his dropped the phone into the passenger seat and slapped the steering wheel. He was smack in the middle of afternoon traffic and was ready to run every shithole driver off the road.
He had no choice but to go to the station, whether Sargent Wallace threw him out of not. If there were any fingerprints, they had enough evidence for a conviction. What the hell did Michael think he was doing? He jerked the car to a halt at a stop light and remained seething, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. He thought about Grant’s words. He was too close, losing focus. “Think. Think!”
As he waited, he ran through the case. What were they missing? The fact Grant hadn’t called him back with the owner of the license plate meant his partner was under the Sargent’s thumb. He’d seen the news at noon and the press had nothing good to say about the police department or the investigation.
Inhaling, his thoughts drifted to Destiny’s needs. He knew enough about a D/s relationship to understand, but she was placing her life into her hands for what? Perfection. He snarled as his inner voice sent him messages from his past. Had he always wanted to be the dominating partner? Hell, he knew the answer. He simply hadn’t wanted to admit his own needs with other women. Not that any of them would have accepted his desires. Few women could understand. Destiny, however, was special. And he wanted her, all of her. Stop. Just stop. Yeah, he had to let that part of his needs go or he’d become a detriment to the case.
When the light turned green, he popped the accelerator, driving on the wrong side of the road to race ahead of three vehicles. After Destiny’s admittance to what she knew about Michael’s family, finding his father on the Internet had been easy enough. The man was never convicted of a crime, but there had been several reports of abuse to both Michael and his mother. When his mother had left, the information on the father vanished. Maybe he never attacked another woman again. Leopards didn’t change spots. Donna Thomas, Denise Cavanaugh, or whatever her current name, was in his mind in danger. That much he’d left on Grant’s voice mail.
The rest of the information he’d only do in person. He didn’t need his suspension clouding the investigation. When his phone rang he yanked the piece and groaned as he answered. “Thank God. Have you been avoiding me?”
“Jesus, I’ve been busy trying to track down a killer. I told you not to call me.”
“Emergency. Additional events have occurred. No such luck?”
“Maybe and what events?” Grant said with hesitation in his voice.
“What do you mean maybe?” There was nothing but dead air on the other end of the line. “What? Talk to me. Destiny just received a pretty vase full of dead flowers with a warning.”
He sighed. “You know I can’t talk to you about the evidence.”
“Damn it! I’m coming to you whether you like it or not. I might have DNA on a sick note from the mother fucking jerk-off.”
“Calm down and you’re not coming here.”
“Why the hell not?” Pissed was no longer the word. He was seeing red, blood red.
“Because I’m going to be at another crime scene.”
The words made him freeze. “What? Another body?”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
“You’re not coming.” Grant insisted.
Montana hissed into the phone. “Tell me or I swear to God.”
“Fine. Just stay in the distance. I’m on the scene now.”
