“Wait, what happened? You guys just talked with your eyes!”
Jun hushed me until we were outside of the station. “If it’s all right with you, I’d like to go home.”
“Yeah, that’s fine, but what was the telepathy you guys did?” I asked again, following Jun to the rental car.
He opened the passenger door for me, then gently shut it after I got in. Jun walked around the front of the car and slid in behind the wheel. “It’s hard to say about Josh.”
“He had the means,” I said, raising one wimpy finger. “He could have easily broken the window himself. And with free rein of the house, who’s to say he didn’t find what they needed in the study and then carry out stealing it when I was supposed to be away on vacation?”
Jun didn’t look at me as he pulled onto the road.
“And motive—Christ, if the treasure is real, a sweet million is excellent motive. But I guess forensic evidence is really what Tillman needs, huh?” I continued. “Fingerprints on the balcony door maybe, or even on the marlinespike? Maybe some stray paint in a suspicious place? You know, Josh has my cell number…. He could have been making those creepy calls.”
“You’ve brought up a point that I’ve been hesitant to speak about,” Jun said.
I turned back to him, watching the passing orange streetlamps briefly light his profile. “What point?”
“Josh is certainly a person of interest,” he said after a pause. “And if he’s behind the breaking and entering as well as murder, you said it’s been two weeks since he had access to the home.”
“Right.”
“And yet they waited until the night you were supposed to be away from work.”
“Uh, yes,” I hesitantly answered. “What’re you angling at? Cassidy really does have surveillance in there somewhere?”
“No. Someone who’s associated with the property told them to wait because they knew about your vacation.”
“I REALLYdon’t feel comfortable eyeing my employees as suspects,” I said around the toothbrush in my mouth. “I don’t want to sniff out the rat.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” Jun leaned down and rinsed his mouth with water.
“But you think someone I work with is in cahoots with Josh, or at least Cassidy.”
Jun straightened and wiped dripping water from his chin. “I think there is a high probability that is the case.”
“Based on your gut?” I stared at Jun in the mirror’s reflection.
“My gut’s been doing this for eighteen years,” Jun answered. He moved his hand over my shoulders in a comforting manner before sliding it down to my lower back. “You say folks know the alarm system at the home is testy? Maybe they suspected nothing but a cruiser would drive by with you on vacation.”
I pursed my lips around the brush. “I’m liking this less and less.”
“So am I.”
“Can’t we just ignore all the bad shit and have fun hunting down a lost Spanish treasure?”
Jun patted my butt before walking out of the bathroom. “Come to bed, Indy.”
I finished up and rinsed my mouth. I turned off the light to the bathroom and then the loft as Jun pulled the comforter back on my bed and lay down. I ran across the room and jumped on the mattress, landing partially on top of him. He grunted and laughed, grabbing on to me.
“That’s Dr. Jones to you, mister.” I leaned down and kissed him.
“Begging your pardon,” Jun murmured between kisses.
I took Jun’s hands and yanked them up over his head as I settled on his hips. “This okay?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “It’s after ten, though. Don’t you need to sleep?”
“There are few things more important than sleep,” I replied. “But sex with you is one of them.”
