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I had no idea who she was outside Rick’s that day, although to be honest, I was more interested in getting to know her for another reason. Shit! This is what happens when I let my dick have control.
“No, and we haven’t since she left the streets. It’s like she just disappeared.” I pray to god that’s not the truth. “I have a contact in the Manchester area that’s doing some digging.” I tell him, rubbing my thumb and forefinger across my brow and trailing my hand down my face, across the stubble that’s growing. Rick nods just as his phone rings, pulling it out and answering as he leaves the room.
I sip my coffee while running different scenarios through my mind and none of them are good. I can’t believe we just fucking let her walk away.
At the time, we had a man on the inside, and now he’s fucking dead. Tyler was a fucking good man, and it makes my blood boil that the bastard took him out. I’ve been in touch with his wife and made sure that she and the family are well looked after, but it’s no fucking consolation.
Now, without Tyler, we have no idea of Sean’s movements or even if he has any leads on where Kasey is, which is pushing my stress levels through the fucking roof. I can’t wrap my head around how such a beautiful woman could get mixed up with a twisted motherfucker like Sean Donovan. I just have to hope that my contact comes through for us.
Rick comes back in with a deep frown on his face. “Something up?” I ask, not sure I really want to know the answer.
“I’m not sure,” he says, as he grabs the folder sitting on the table, chucks back the last of his coffee then turns to me. “We have a possible sighting of her. And before you get too excited, it’s not concrete.” I jump up from my chair, but before I can get a word out, Rick cuts me off, “I thought maybe you would like to go check it out?” I see the fucking smile in his eyes, and I can almost feel the ribbing he’s dying to give me but won’t if he knows what’s good for him.
“Too fucking right I do! What do we know?” I ask, as we head out the front door.
Within the hour I’m on the road to Manchester, and although we don’t have much of a lead, it’s something. I’m to meet a guy called Lee, who apparently works at an upscale bar in Spinningfields. It’s the financial district and best known for its entertainment and cocktail bars. Lee thinks that he worked with Kasey for a while, but he can’t be one hundred percent until he’s seen a picture of her. It would have been easy to send a picture to his phone, but neither of us wanted to risk it. Sean has eyes everywhere.
Five
Camryn
It’s been almost a week since I found the messages on my old phone, and I’m still not sure what to do. I know I can’t, or shouldn’t, leave it too much longer. But what the hell do I do? I’m so scared that if I get in touch with Rick it will leadhimto me. But if I don’t, then not only does he get away with murder, but there are no guarantees he won’t find me anyway.
I don’t know exactly what Rick does, but I remember the card he gave me the day I met him. Unfortunately, I don’t have it anymore, only remembering that he works for a security company. Whatever the fuck that means. I could speak to Jamie about it, but I don’t really want to drag her into this anymore than I already have. Although, I could use her laptop and see if there is anything online about him. Shit! I don’t even know his last name. That’s the end of that fucking idea.
Just then I hear the door downstairs and head to the kitchen to find Jamie putting bags of shopping on the counter.
“Hey.” She turns to look at me as I near the breakfast bar, I nod to the bags, “You planning on cooking up a storm? Shit, did you buy the whole supermarket?” I laugh.
“Nah, I invited a couple of the girls round, thought that we could have a girl’s night. A few movies, several drinks and some nibbles. You know, a sort of celebration of your first week at work,” she says, while she unpacks the mountain of snacks she bought. I walk over to help her, picking up the last bag which just so happens to be the drinks.
“Ooh, are we making cocktails?” I ask, pulling out ingredients for Mojitos, “Now that, I’m definitely down for.” I clap, then rub my hands together excited to see the girls. We spend several minutes chatting about our day, and then I head to my room to shower and change.
After my shower, I pull out some comfy joggers and a slouch, off-shoulder tee before heading to my dresser for underwear. As I shut the drawer, my eyes land on the scrap of paper with Rick’s number on it. My eyes quickly flick to the phone on my bedside table, and before I have time to change my mind, I grab the number, walking to the phone and dialling it without a thought to what it will mean. As it rings, part of me hopes no one will answer and absolve me feeling any guilt when I don’t bother to try again. But I know that’s no good. I made the choice to run, I made the choice to live, and now is my chance to make sure that all the precious lives lost because of me weren’t for nothing. I don’t want to live my life in fear, forever looking over my shoulder, so I need to man the fuck up. As that thought goes through my head the line connects, and I’m met with a voice that as the fear inside me settling.
“Hello, Rick Sullivan speaking.” I try to speak but nothing comes out. “Hello,” another pause and then, “Camryn, is that you?” I gasp, shit! How does he know it’s me?
“Yes, it’s me.” I hear him sigh down the phone, and then rustling noises as he moves around. “How did you know it was me?” I ask, a little unsure now. My fear spikes again, but I push it down refusing to let it control me or stop me from doing what’s right.
“I didn’t, not for sure. I guess I just hoped it was you. Are you okay? Are you safe?” I can hear the hesitation in his voice, and almost see him holding his breath while he waits for me to put his mind at ease.
“I’m safe, well, at least I think I am. What’s going on Rick, do you know what happened to Tyler?” I hear a mumbled ‘shit’ and then him whispering to someone before he comes back to me.
“Look, I’m sending someone to you.” I shake my head before realising he can’t see me through the phone, but just as I go to speak he cuts me off, “Don’t be scared, you’ve met before, and I trust him with my life. He’ll be there soon, and then he’ll fill you in, as much as possible anyway.” The last bit is mumbled, but I still heard him. “Did you hear me, Camryn, is that okay?”
“Yes, okay” And before I can say anything else the line goes dead. Fuck! What does this mean, who’s he sending here, and how the fuck does he know where I am?
I lay back on my bed, grab a pillow and scream into it. Afterwards, I get dressed, and then go and make cocktails because, boy, do I need one right now. By the time Jamie comes down, I’ve made two jugs of Mojito and am already on my second glass. Jamie grabs a glass from the counter and pours herself one, taking a large gulp and nearly chokes.
“Fuck…How much did you put in here?” She manages to splutter. Oops, I think I may have been a little overzealous with the rum. We spend the next thirty minutes setting out the snacks in the lounge and drinking more of my strong as fuck Mojitos.
I don’t think any more about my call with Rick and just plan to enjoy the evening. And that is exactly what I do.
It’s just past midnight when we call it a night, the girls, Jess and Marie are at the door. They are attempting to put their coats on, very badly at that. After all the usual hugging and air kissing bullshit, Marie opens the front door and steps out, but then spins around, almost falling and breaking her neck.
“Who’s the hottie, do you know him?” she whisper-shouts, throwing her head over her shoulder and drawing our attention down the drive to the road.
Once I’m sure she’s not going to topple over, I lift my head looking in the direction she gestured to, and lo and behold…Oh, you’ve got to be fucking shitting me! Leaning against a sleek, black car, one leg crossed over the other and arms folded across his massive chest, is none other than ‘pretty boy’ from Rick’s house.
