Whatever Sam had gotten himself into had officially reached her front door. Until tonight, all I had were questions and a conversation she’d overheard by accident. Now somebody had gone through the trouble of finding out who she was, where she lived and how to get inside a building that was supposed to be secure.
That took planning.
It also meant they weren’t trying to kill her. Not yet. If they wanted Milan dead, they could’ve waited inside the apartment. The bullet was a warning. The next one… might not be.
By the time I pulled up to her building, Mace and Boog was already there. His truck sat near the entrance, and two police cars were parked along the curb. I got out and headed inside, finding Milan near the front desk with a security guard and two officers.
She was still in her scrubs.
That was the first thing I noticed.
The second was how different she looked from a few hours ago.
At the hospital, she’d been arguing with me, rolling her eyes and telling me she was fine. Now she stood with her armsfolded across her chest, watching the elevators like she expected somebody to step off one of them at any second.
Her eyes found mine as soon as I walked in. I didn’t know what I expected her to do. She didn’t run toward me, cry, fall apart or any of that. She just looked… relieved.
For some reason, that did something to me.
I walked straight toward her. “You good?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“No.”
At least she was honest this time.
I looked toward the officers. “Anybody been upstairs yet?”
One of them stepped forward. “We’re waiting on another unit before we clear the apartment.”
I nodded before turning back to Milan. “You see anybody when you got home?”
“No…”
“Anybody following you?”
“Not that I noticed.”
“Anything strange happen at work?”
She shook her head. “No…”
“What about on the way home?”
“Vice, I don’t know.” She shook her head again, blowing out a breath as she closed her eyes just to reopen them. “I worked all night. I drove home and came upstairs like I always do.”
I could hear the frustration creeping into her voice, so I backed off.
“A’ight.”
Mace walked over from the security desk with his phone in his hand. “They’re pulling the camera footage now.”
“Anything?”
“Not yet.”
