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I could always depend on Jill for compassion and empathy; Darcy, not so much.
"Thanks for understanding, Jill," I replied, shooting Darcy a look.
“Just put it behind you, Linds,” Darcy said. “You think I don’t hear you crying around in your room at night? He’s not fucking worth it. It is his loss, not yours.”
“I doubt whether he sees it that way,” I replied, grabbing my new backpack. “I’m going to the library, Darcy. See you later.”
It was dusk. I had finals this week then home for winter break. I dreaded going home. As long as I was safely ensconced in my apartment in Charlottesville, I didn’t have to relive that awful night with Taz.
I tried to think of a valid reason for not going home. There was none. My mom would be upset and suspicious if I begged off making the two hour drive to Falls Church, and then Slate would feel obligated to mention that he saw Taz dropping me off. She would naturally assume the worst.
I took the elevator downstairs and walked across the bridge way over to the parking garage for the building. I went to the space where I always parked my VW.
I didn’t notice it right away. I unlocked the driver’s side door, and slid into the seat tossing my back pack to the passenger side floor before I noticed all of the window glass on the passenger seat.
The passenger door window of my car had been smashed. I looked around the rest of the car. The glove compartment had been jimmied open. My registration was missing. Everything else seemed to be in place. Why would someone take my vehicle registration?
It dawned on me that my vehicle registration contained my full address and cell phone number. Shivers went down my spine. I only paused momentarily before my instincts kicked in. I grabbed my purse and backpack and launched myself out of the car.
I flew back through the door leading to the bridge-way, looking around as I did to see if anyone sinister was lurking about.
Once I got to the elevator, I pounded on the button to get it to the door to open.
Once inside, I envisioned someone wearing black leather gloves sticking their hand in just as the elevator door was about to close. It didn’t happen. I breathed a sigh of relief. I watched a lot of suspense television.
Darcy looked up when I used my key to go back inside the apartment.
“That was quick. Forget something?”
I shook my head, fumbling in my bag for my cell phone. I quickly hit Mom’s number. Slate answered.
“Is Mom there?”
“She’s with the baby, Lindsey. Are you alright?”
God, he was instinctual.
“Someone broke the passenger window out of my car in the parking garage. The only thing they took was my vehicle registration with my address and phone number on it.”
“Are you there now?”
“I’m back in the apartment.”
“Good girl,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “You stay put, okay? I’m going to contact the local authorities there and fill them in. They will send a crime lab unit out to dust for prints and thoroughly inspect the car. Don’t go back out there, Lindsey. Don’t leave your apartment until you hear back from me, got it?”
I shook my head ‘yes.’
“Lindsey?”
“Oh, yeah, Slate. I’ve got it.”
CHAPTER 9
(Taz)
I was sitting in the passenger seat of Slate’s truck, heading for Charlottesville. I hadn’t seen much of him since Thanksgiving. I had been working on a different case that was nearly wrapped up.
He had been conducting training sessions at Quantico. Something seemed different between us. I wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was simply my own guilty conscience for treating Lindsey the way I had.
