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I explain what I found and how, and he straightens. “I could take the job and we could use the drop off location to catch them? I don’t know how you want to handle it, so I wanted to ask. I’m sorry I had to wake you,” I tell him. I know I had to, but wish I hadn’t needed to.
Greg’s lip twitches, but doesn’t show any other emotion. “Yeah, we can set up a sting this way. Tell them you’ll take it, but need a few days to track her down. We may need Lennon as bait, but again, I need to speak with her,” he sighs. “She was puking again when I went to bed.”
My chest clenches as I think about the pain she’s in. I don’t ever get sick, and I’ve never been through drug withdrawal, but she didn’t do this to herself.
“I’ll take the job, usually they don’t care how long it takes as long as it’s done within reason. The job also asked for forged documents, but could be split between two people if needed. Should I just agree to take it as well?” I ask.
My forging skills are passable, but I’m sure Greg has someone who specializes in this.
“Yeah,” Greg grunts, eyes unfocused as he thinks. “I got a guy on the team who can do them without an issue. I don’t want to risk someone doubling back and trying to cut you out of the job. Thank you for looking into this, we may be able to eliminate another threat to Lennon.”
Nodding, I stride out of the room, quietly closing the door. Moving through the house methodically, I can hear voices upstairs, and hope not to run into someone.
Unfortunately, that’s not the case as I walk into the living room. Turner is sprawled out in a chair across from the sofa I’ve taken over. Ignoring him, I unlock my computers, moving back to the chats I need to accept the job.
“Are you ignoring me now?” Turner asks. I barely spare him a glance, because I can hear the smirk in his voice.
Asshole.
“Nope, I’m working on something. Is there anything important you need, or can you kindly fuck off?”
Maybe I’m slightly irritated by his presence, I don’t want to examine that too closely at the moment.
“Look,” Turner rumbles. “You said you wanted to help Lennon, and she has a fever again. We need to help cool her down, so Derek is in the shower with her now. She’s really out of it and fighting him, so Roark is helping. Will you tag in to help when she’s back in bed? Miranda is changing her sheets, and will get her IV back in. It’s gonna be rough for a while and through the night.”
I nod. Idowant to help her, and even if she doesn’t trust me or know me, her body does. Lennon never once flinched from me at the hospital when I cleaned her up. This has to mean something.
“Yes, I’ll help. I really do need to take this job, and then I can go up. I’m not just fucking around on the computer,” I murmur nonchalantly.
Turner makes this odd sound, but I don’t bother looking up. “I’m doing this for Lennon’s safety,” I tell him as I accept the entire job, giving a secure dummy email that can’t be traced back to me.
Checking the email, I blow out a breath. “Fuck, it worked,” I sigh. Locking everything down again, I stand up.
Turner stares and I shrug. “What now?”
Shaking his head, he stands. “You really don’t trust us, huh? I know you don’t know us, and it’s earned, I just don’t understand you,” Turner says.
Glancing at my computers, I shake my head. “It's a habit. Things have to be done in a certain way, or I get twitchy. So trust or not, I’ll always do this. The only time I’m not ridiculously OCD is when I’m killing people,” I explain.
Turner relaxes a little, his lips making an, ‘oh.’ Smirking, I start to leave the room. He can catch up, he doesn’t need an invitation to walk with me.
Yeah, things are going great so far. It’s awesome.
8
LENNON
Everything is hazy and uncomfortable. Voices murmur around me, and I remember fighting and screaming.
“Len, baby, you have a fever. It’s me… you’re safe I promise,” says a familiar voice.
Gasping, I force myself to feel the cool water, and warm hands I’d recognize anywhere.
“Derek?” I whimper and he kisses my shoulder.
Someone who wanted to hurt me wouldn’t do that.
I turn in his arms and see he’s in a pair of boxers, while I’m in a bra and panties, sitting on the built-in seat in the shower with me.
