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Agitation blazed as I edged along the second-story landing, checking to see if any other doors had been tampered with. If some punks had come through looking for a way to get in to steal whatever valuables were inside.
The ball of razors in my gut grew when there wasn’t a single one. When I was sure it was only Savannah’s.
My spirit howled with the idea that someone might be targeting her.
I was almost back to where she stood when Samson’s cruiser came blazing into the lot, and he skidded to a stop at the curb and hopped out, his hand on his holster as he scanned the area before he jogged upstairs.
“What’s going on, boss?” he asked when he got within hearing distance.
“Someone tried to break into Savannah’s room. Guessing they got interrupted and were scared away before they were able to get inside. The rest of this floor is clear. I’m going to check it out to make sure it’s clear inside, then I want prints.” The instruction came out like grit.
With the savagery that careened through my veins.
“On it.”
I tapped the keycard to the sensor, an upgrade they’d put in about five years back since their previous locks had been easy to pick.
The lock gave, and I had to ram the door with my shoulder to get it open since it was disfigured, metal scraping as I knocked it in.
It swung open to the pitch-black room, and I flicked on the light and stepped inside. Samson was right behind me. My eyes scanned, searching for anything amiss, anything out of place.
It looked like a tornado had hit, but I had a notion that storm was the woman who crept in behind us. Clothes strewn on the floor and the bed, the vanity littered with creams and makeup.
“Is anything out of order from the way you left it?” I asked, trying to keep my cool when I wanted to rant and shout. Fuck me, how desperately I wanted to fly out the door and track down any bastard who might want to hurt her.
She was in trouble.
I knew it, and I wasn’t sure I could handle the way it left me reeling.
Savannah’s attention jumped everywhere. Categorizing. Her focus landed on the bag that sat open on the bed. “Everything looks the same to me.”
Samson pulled back the drape and looked out the window to the back parking lot below before he returned his gaze to me. “No one has been in here who wasn’t supposed to be, Ezra. I’m going to scope the rest of the area out, talk to the night manager to see if they noticed anything suspicious, get whatever footage I can. Guessing whoever it was is long gone.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. You know I need something to keep me entertained on a Saturday night.” He said it casually, joking the way he always did, though his brows kept denting as he studied me, trying to decipher what was going through my mind.
Where my assumptions lay.
If I had a clue who was responsible for this.
Or maybe he was just wondering what I was doing here.
With the woman I’d brought in for trespassing not quite a week before.
Part of me was wondering it myself. The other knew this was right where I belonged. That I couldn’t stand the idea of her being in harm’s way. That I would destroy anything that threatened it.
He must have felt the ripple of violence skate through the room because he angled his head. “I’m sure it was some asshole looking for anything of value to take. Break-ins like this have happened before. Probably someone passing through. We’ll get those prints, though, make sure there isn’t something we can dig out of this.”
His encouragement did nothing to allay the viciousness that curled my hands into fists.
Samson headed for the door, though he paused to squeeze Savannah’s arm. “Sorry this happened to you in our town. It’s rare. But at least you have the best in the business to weed out whoever is responsible.”
The dude winked back my way before he ducked out the door.
While I stood there seething in the silence that suddenly filled the room. I could barely look at Savannah when I asked, “Do you have any idea who could have done this?”
Wringing her fingers, her gaze dipped to the floor. “No,” she wheezed. “I have no idea. I don’t know anyone in this town.”
There was something about her answer that hit me all wrong. That feeling taking hold again. A promise that something was out of place when it came to her.
And I had that urge to cross the room and wrap her in my arms.
Tell her I would protect her.
But this time, I wanted to promise that I would never let her go.
So fucking dangerous, but I didn’t know how to stop myself when it came to her.
