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Morgan didn’t say anything at first.He watched her digest his words.He hadn’t realized until now how much he had been keeping from Morgan.She had been right to accuse him of withholding information to protect himself and not her.Had she known what was going on before now, he wouldn’t have had to resort to so much lying.He wouldn’t have had Brooklyn lie to her best friend and put a strain on their friendship.
Morgan walked up to her front door and held it open.“Thank you for the truth.I want you to leave.”
Jameson didn’t move.“Morgan, you still need protection.” She might be mad at him, but it didn’t change the fact an assassin was out there gunning for her.She needed protection.
“You were doing it from outside just fine up until two days ago,” she pointed out, refusing to look at him.
Morgan had a right to her anger.He’d had ample opportunity to tell her everything before now.If only he had trusted his gut and told her before Brooklyn, things would have turned out differently.
He’d respect her wishes and leave, but he wasn’t going far.A killer was still gunning for her.They were just waiting for the right moment to strike.
Jameson paused in the doorframe.“Do me a favor.Don’t go anywhere alone, and don’t trust Simon.I mean it, Morgan, under no circumstance can you meet this man alone again.”
“I thought you weren’t suspicious of him.More lies?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
“I don’t know anything about him, but I will.I’d rather err on the side of caution.There are just too many coincidences to make me comfortable.Morgan, he’s having you look into properties where Brooklyn was hiding.I just want you to be cautious.”
Her eyes widened a fraction at the news, but it was the only indication she showed she’d heard him.“I consider myself warned.Goodbye, Jameson.” She said ‘goodbye’ with such finality.
“I’ll be seeing you, Morgan.” He wasn’t willing to accept this was the last time he was going to see her.She would forgive him.He wasn’t willing to accept this was how they would part ways.She would see he had been only trying to protect her, even if he had gone about it all wrong.
Morgan didn’t contradict him.He stepped out into the hallway.Morgan shut the door quietly—no doubt out of respect for her neighbors—and locked the door.He trudged down the stairs with heavy-laden feet.This day was not going the way he’d planned.He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and turned it on.For several moments it pinged with incoming messages and voicemails.
A few were from Drake, but the rest were from his boss.He’d call his boss first and get that out of the way.Hopefully, a patrol car was nearby to watch Morgan so he could go home and change.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Sorry, boss.I’ve been taking care of my—” What could he call Morgan?Girlfriend didn’t seem right given the circumstances.“Morgan.She was attacked.”
“Are you alright?” His boss seemed to lose some of his bluster.Charles Frost had been his supervisor for over seven years.The man was a damn good cop with attention to detail.It was one of the reasons they got along so well.
When Jameson became a detective, Frost had taken him under his wing and taught him everything he knew.Jameson thought of him as not only his boss but a friend.His boss would know if he had gone radio silent, there was a reason.
“Yeah, I have evidence I need to drop off.The man’s gun.” Jameson had placed it in a bag Friday night after Morgan’s attack.The man had worn gloves, but maybe they’d get lucky with the serial number or something.“I’m headed toward the office once I check in with the patrol car.”
“Jameson, when was the last time you were home?”
That was an odd question.“A few days ago, a week, I don’t know.” The days seemed to bleed together.It could have been longer for all he knew.There wasn’t much point in going home most of the time, so he stayed at the office and only came to his house for a change of clothes.“Why?”
“Hold off on the office and go straight home.There’s a situation.”
Chapter 23
Jameson didn’t know what to expect when he headed to his apartment, but it wasn’t his boss and a crime scene unit walking through the shambles of his apartment.
All of his furniture was turned over and gutted, stuffing strewn about.Dishes lay in shards on the linoleum floor.Nothing had been left in one piece.Even the pictures on the walls were on the floor, the glass shattered.
Several of the crime scene investigators wouldn’t meet his eye as if they were guilty, but Jameson didn’t blame them.He knew who was really responsible.The man who had tried to kill Morgan.
He was willing to bet his badge on it.He was also willing to bet he was looking for the file and having fun demolishing his apartment in the process.Jameson wasn’t worried about his apartment.They were just things.He didn’t own more than a couch and television he’d picked on sale years ago.Even the bed he’d had for years.They were just things.Nothing he couldn’t replace.
“When no one had heard from you since Friday night and your phone was turned off, I sent a patrol car to check on you.He found your place like this.From what I can tell nothing is missing,” his boss explained.
“I didn’t have anything to begin with.”
“We’re ruling it as random burglary.” His boss stepped closer to him to whisper in his ear.“Jameson, someone tried getting into your desk at the office too.If you have any clues, that could help us.”
“Thanks, boss.”
