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“No. I just need you to go check on her. Make sure she’s okay. She’s alone, man. From what I’ve gotten from the girls, she has no family, and Belle is her only friend. I don’t know what’s going on with the cops. Or if she has money for a lawyer if she even needs one.” My little brother is always trying to take care of everyone else. He’s gonna be a doctor and save the world one day.
I round the car and open his door for him. “Come on, Bash. Let me make sure you’re okay first, and then I’ll check on her.” I support him with an arm wrapped around his waist as he leans on me. He doesn’t need to know the computer guy working for me is already getting me her information and I’ve got a call into one of my guys at the police station.
You don’t make the shot she did without being an expert.
That wasn’t a fluke.
That was skill.
And if she’s in my city with that kind of skill, I need to know who she is and why she’s here.
* * *
Two hours later, I’m parked in front of Sweet Temptations, the bakery Amelia owns in Kroydon Hills, waiting for her to get home when my phone rings.
A quick look tells me it’s my guy who I tasked earlier with looking into Amelia. “Yeah.”
“She just left the station. Should be coming your way in the next few minutes. No charges. It was a clear case of self-defense. The gun was registered. She’s licensed to carry.” I hear his fingers tapping against the keyboard before he whistles out a long breath.
And then silence.
I fucking hate silence. “Speak.”
“They ran her prints. It’s standard procedure.” There’s a hesitance in his voice, that makes me grind my teeth.
“I don’t have time for this shit, man. What came back with her prints?” I see a car pulling slowly down the street before it comes to a stop in front of the bakery, and Snow White gets out. She looks around, clocking her surroundings before walking up the stairs on the side of the building.
“Nothing came up out of the ordinary. At least nothing the cops found.” Mike has his ways of always getting the information I need. When I don’t answer he adds, “I dug a little deeper, though, and the information just stopped. She has no history.”
“What the fuck does that mean, asshole? Tell me you’ve got more than that.” I need to know what she’s hiding. Preferably sooner rather than later. It’s getting fucking cold sitting out here.
“Amelia Johnson didn’t exist until a few years ago. Before that, she had a different name. Anastasia Rivell. She checked out and went off the grid. That’s when she changed her name.”
“Get me all the information you can about who she used to be. Call me when you have something for me.”
The lights in the apartment above Sweet Temptations turn on one by one.
Doesn’t this girl know secrets are easier to hide in the dark?
