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Capturing Christopher Jordansen.
“No,” I told him. “I think the employees know something about him, but they’re not going to talk yet. It’s going to take more time.”
I hated the fact that it was going to take more time. I just couldn’t wait to get this mission over with already so I could get the hell out of this town.
Because the truth was that I wasn’t in town out of mere coincidence or because I was trying to reconnect with my dead father. That was the story I fed Chris after I went to his pawnshop, pretending I was looking for my dad and didn’t know he was dead.
I had returned to town with one purpose: to catch a killer named Chris Jordansen,
I was the FBI’s last weapon, I suppose; as unwilling and untrained as I was.
“There’s been another body,” Angel’s voice became even tenser, as it usually did whenever he discussed Chris. “This time, it’s someone who owed Jordansen a lot of money—the guy got a bullet in between his eyes.”
“Jesus.” My blood ran cold. So he murdered someone today. Or last night, at least.
And yet he walked in there today looking cool as a cucumber, speaking as though he’d done nothing. As though he hadn’t just murdered a man.
It was odd to reconcile Chris, as intimidating as he was, with being a murderer. Maybe a criminal and a jackass, but a murderer was a whole different ball game.
“Yeah,” Angel said. “Time is not on our side at all. We need to find something to nail this guy—and fast—before he hurts more people.”
“But I have to be careful, too,” I protested. “I don’t want him to figure out I’m an undercover agent and then hurt me.”
“You said he was friends with your dad.”
“Yes. I also told you I wasn’t very close with my dad. And even if I was, Chris doesn’t seem like the type to spare me just because he liked my dad, does he?”
Angel hesitated for a few seconds and then asked, “Are you sure you’re not missing anything? Are you looking hard enough?”
“Yes, Angel,” I said, my frustration showing in my voice. Not for the first time, I regretted getting involved in this mission and sharing details about my dad and Chris’ relationship with Angel.
It was the only reason they decided to drop the charges against me and allow me to avoid prison.
But now, I was rethinking the whole deal because tangling with a murderer was not much better.
Then again, there was the other offer to consider—the protection the police promised me in exchange for my help. They said they would protect me from the Moranos, who could potentially be even worse than Chris.
Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.
“Anyway, he doesn’t kill women,” Angel said, as though that would make me feel much better.
“Yet. But there’s a first time for everything, and I’m not about to be that first,” I said. “Listen, I’m not going to risk my life for this thing. So either we take our time and let me find something without endangering myself, or we forget about it. You may not care much about me, but I do care about my life. Alright?”
Angel sighed. “Come on, you know I care about you. God, half the reason I want you to do this quickly is so you can finally be out of that asshole’s sight.”
“Yeah, right.” I knew Angel cared about me only as much as he could use me, despite whatever we’d shared in the past. We got in trouble together and went to the same juvie but then diverged in two completely different directions after. He became a cop while I got myself deeper into stealing and scamming. After we reconnected, we started dating. I thought I was falling in love with him and that he would be my salvation.
Only for him to drag me right back into this bullshit.
“I noticed you’ve never told any of your cop friends about who I really am to you,” I mentioned. “Why? Are you ashamed to be seen or associated with me?”
“It’s not like that,” Angel said, trying to placate me. “They don’t need to know anything about us, alright?”
“Right. Listen, I don’t care if you don’t care about me, alright? I’m just letting you know that I do.”
“Of course, I care about you. Why are you making this difficult?”
“Oh,I’mmaking it difficult?” I rolled my eyes. “You know what, Angel? It’s fine. I’ll just be a good little spy and call you when I have something. Goodbye.”
