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Then, after flipping me the bird, she asked, “Where the hell are you?” She strained her neck as if that would give her a better view of the warehouse behind me.
“Somewhere secret.” I tapped my nose. “Want to meet my current test subject?”
She squinted at me. “Why am I getting Norman Bates’ vibes from you?”
I laughed. And it felt good. Nothing about this situation was nice, and the way I’d been feeling lately, after what had happened with Callum, laughter came as a relief.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that she gave me that.
As I wondered if she knew the light she brought to my life, still chuckling, I told her, “I don’t know. I don’t think I have my mother’s corpse in my apartment.”
“Good to know.”
Straightening up, I twisted the computer around so she could see what I was doing.
I’d hacked into her file at Langley, so I wasn’t concerned about her reaction. She hadn’t exactly bothered with The Hague Conventions on war crimes when she was an ex-CIA agent. And when I’d seen the reports on her when she was in captivity, the shit she’d done made this look like a day trip to the zoo.
Star sniffed. “There a reason for theDr. Deathsetup?”
Impressed, I drawled, “You’ve been binging TV shows.” TV shows that weren’t even streaming yet.
“Maybe. You wouldn’t talk to me! What the hell else was I supposed to do?”
Smiling, I told her, “It’s been five days.”
Five very busy days.
Getting this guy into the warehouse here was easier than arranging a wedding in Boston, but it had still taken some time to make it look seamless.
People would come calling if I didn’t wrap this up nice and tight.
The ECD always collected their dead.
“Dude, don’t ‘it’s been five days’ me,” she grouched.
“You can see why I’ve been busy now, right?”
It was a half-truth, but I knew she’d give me shit for being a wedding planner for my brother’s nuptials.
“I do.” She peered up at me. “What’s he done?”
“You in a secure location?”
“Not really. Lily’s kitchen. But everyone’s out, including Tiffany’s mom—old hag,” she muttered under her breath.
“What about Katina?”
Kati was her foster daughter.
I wasn’t sure how someone like Star got a foster daughter, but if I could redirect Michael into my very own private hospital, then I didn’t think it would be too hard for a woman like Star to get herself a kid.
“She’s at school.”
I frowned. “What’s going on with her bullies?
“I broke one of their arms.”
Grinning, I told her, “I see being in a wheelchair for a while hasn’t slowed you down any.”
