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“Because?”
“Because he knows we’d call the police on him.”
Kelly nodded, as if she totally knew the score. Even if the counselors here didn’t know Adam was hunted by law enforcement, most likely they knew he’d abused Maria, and could do nothing to stop it.
Kelly looked toward the door, as if nervous. “Are any of his friends still around?”
Aleta issued a harsh laugh. “Adam doesn’t have any friends.”
“That sounds right,” Kelly muttered.
“Listen—what’s your name?”
“Kelly.”
“Kelly. I’m sorry, but I need to go. If you want help, I promise this is a safe place. Adam won’t be able to get to you here. Please wait for me to come back.”
Kelly nodded, but didn’t commit to waiting. No point in it. She believed Aleta that Adam didn’t have any friends here, so no one would have information on where he was holed up.
She watched Aleta hurry from the gymnasium, presumably to assist Julio and his weeping mother.
Kelly returned to Trey’s SUV and drove away, her gaze on the rearview mirror making sure she wasn’t followed.
Back in her apartment, Kelly again found herself with time on her hands. Her trip to Sunshine had been a bust, so she no longer had that bit of undercover police work to look forward to. Where else could she look for Adam?
It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and suspension totally sucked.
She glared at the refrigerator, knew there was no help for it and shoved her hands into yellow latex gloves. Her garbage can was almost full when the phone rang.
“Jenkins.”
“Kelly, it’s Trey.”
She closed her eyes, willed her heart to slow down and managed to say, “Hi.”
“Are you at home?”
“Yes.”
“Would it be convenient if I brought Jason over to see you?”
Trey wanted to come here? “Sure. When?”
“Now.”
“Now?” She swallowed. Surely she’d heard him wrong. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I know I should have given you more warning, but we’re in the area, and he’s been begging me to arrange a visit.”
“Since when are you in my area?”
“Dr. Barth believes Jason needs to get off Collins Island more often.”
“Trey, Adam is still out there somewhere.”
“I have adequate security in place. Hold on. Someone wants to talk to you.”
Oh, no. Kelly clutched her phone tighter.
“Hi, Kelly,” Jason said in his sweet little voice.
“Hi, Jase. How are you?”
“I want to come see where you live. Daddy says it’s okay.”
Kelly shook her head, doubting that was exactly how the discussion with his father had gone down, and examined her apartment with a critical eye. Not so bad. Then she looked down at herself and groaned. She likely stunk from rotten tomatoes. Did she even have time to take a shower?
But she couldn’t say no. She wanted to see Jason. She wanted to see Trey.
Did he want to see her?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
TREY PUNCHED THE intercom when Hans braked the limo to a stop in front of Kelly’s brick apartment building.
“Wait here until we hear from Scott,” he told his driver.
“Yes, sir.”
Trey gazed at the building, noting the lack of media frenzy. Joe’s press release had worked.
He’d tried to stay away, knew that he should for Jason. He’d convinced himself a clean break was best, and not only because of his son’s mental health.
They needed to stay away from each other for her sake, too.
Maybe she’d made him better, but thanks to the Wentworth name her existence had become a living hell. She was well rid of his disruptive presence in her life and career.
But God forgive him, he couldn’t ignore Jason’s pleas. Or his own emptiness.
He wanted to see her. One last time. Was there anything left unsaid between them? A lot, in his opinion, but maybe it was better to leave it that way.
Ballard had informed him that the Bureau had ceased surveillance of Kelly’s home, but the Protection Alliance had thoroughly vetted the premises and surrounding area. Scott was clearing Kelly’s floor before he and Jason went up.
Kelly thought it was risky to bring Jason here, but Adam Chandler didn’t want to harm his son. Why would he? He’d only wanted money. It was Kelly, the woman who could identify him, who remained in danger.
