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“But do you understand serial killers?”
“I really don’t think Duffy would have brought me in over a basic serial killer.”
“True.” I can hear Ocean tapping her nails. I’m not sure if she’s thinking or up to something. “But do you think it’s smart going out there?”
“You got the tag. You can hear everything. This is a chance for me to get inside and interact with him. He’s handing us an opportunity we can’t pass up,” I remind her. It pops into my mind that I could cut our connection at any time. Why would I? I lick my lips as a whole lot of reasons come to mind on what would make me. Ones I shouldn’t even be having.
“I’m not so sure about this, Mags.” Ocean uses my real name. “This man has to be deep into something. He could be really dangerous.” She’s not wrong.
“I wanna go,” I admit.
“So there is no talking you out of this?”
Once my mind is set, there is no going back. “I just wanna go, I can't explain it.” I chew on my bottom lip.
“It’s weird to see you crushing on a guy.”
“I'm not crushing.”
Ocean ignores me. Pretty sure I’m lying. I’m not sure what I’m feeling for this man. It’s a job. That’s the story I’m sticking to for the meantime.
“What if he’s a scientist and has put a love potion on you?”
“If Owen is in his basement creating brand-new chemistry, and Duffy is highly interested in what he’s doing, then I don’t think it’s gonna be a love potion he’s concocting.”
That doesn’t mean he’s not making something. A remote spot would be a good place for that. He could be making all kinds of things.
“This is a good thing. You stay close, and you’ll know if I need you. If there’s an emergency, don’t worry about blowing your cover.”
“The man does have a cat. There has to be some good in him. You know they say men who favor cats have been proven to be smarter and more highly educated.”
“I did not know that, but I do now.” I pull down the long driveway to Owen’s. It’s lush and green. My father would love it out here. This is his dream. He only stays close to the city for me.
“How are you feeling? Need a pep talk?”
I glance at my mirror to try and fix my hair. Before I’d gone into the coffee shop the point was not to draw attention to myself. Now I seem to want it. For him to think I’m pretty.
“Nervous.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Not that kind of nervous.”
“Ah, crush butterflies.”
“I’m not crushing!” I hiss.
“Right, sure. Not crushing. Got it.”
“He’s coming.” I spot him behind me a few seconds later, pulling down the driveway. I grab my lip gloss and put it on. “Gotta go.” I hang up before Ocean can say anything else.
When I get out of my car, Owen pulls right up next to me. “It’s isolated out here,” I say, glancing around at all the land.
“That bother you? I’m not trying to scare you.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“That’s a good thing, I suppose.” Owen laughs. It’s deep and comes easily from him.
