Page 67 of Harmless Secrets

“At least I know she’s not flying back to England.”

Conner shook his head. His frown turned darker.

“No, Millicent is here. There was a hit from here on the island. I mentioned the hotel and I know Alicia. She’s going to go after her.”

She left him to go die. “And now we are. Let’s go.”

Nineteen

Alicia had to fight the guilt that swamped her as she sped down H-3 on her way to Waikiki. She’d found it ridiculously easy to roll Devon’s car down the driveway before turning it on and taking off. She waited until she knew Devon didn’t follow her right away to call her cousin. She dialed the number, Millicent answered before the first ring finished.

“Alicia.”

Her voice was warm but it chilled Alicia to the bone. Millicent had been waiting for her…lying in wait for her call. All these years Millicent had played a deep game. The idea that Alicia had thought Millicent was the one person she could trust...it almost made her stick to her stomach.

“Where are you?” she asked.

“No greeting? I thought you’d want to catch up.”

Oh, she could see the sarcastic smile on her cousin’s face. She always liked to think she was smarter than everyone else. Alicia had always ignored it, thinking it came from her need to belong to the family. Now, it was annoying the bloody hell out of her.

“Cut the shit, Millicent. I don’t have time for it.”

“So crass.” She sighed dramatically over the phone. “I’m staying at a resort in Waikiki, but it is a bit too busy to meet.”

She knew what that meant. “What you mean is that you don’t want witnesses.”

“Tsk, tsk, Ali. Don’t you trust me?” The sickly sweet tone made Alicia sick.

“Don’t call me that.” It made her ill to think of Millicent using the nickname Devon and her father had used for her. “And of course I don’t trust you. You killed my father.”

“Be nice or I will have to dig deeper on why you had a little girl’s room at your house in Seattle.”

Her blood iced over. The first thing that came to her mind was to tell her cousin to go bugger herself, but she refused to lose it. With what Millicent had done so far, she probably wouldn’t think twice about killing Bridget.

“Just tell me where to meet you.”

Her cousin sighed again, but she finally rattled off an address.

“I’ll be there. Not sure how long.”

“You’ve got half an hour.”

She clicked the phone off then turned on the GPS. She didn’t need it until she got closer, but she knew that Devon would be looking for her by now. This way he could find her.

She stepped on the gas as she came through the mountain to the other side of the island.

Devon cursed when he found his car missing.

“Damned spook,” he growled, making his way to Conner’s car. He dialed his sister’s number. Micah answered.

“What’s up?”

“Is everything okay there?” he asked.

He heard the sheets rustling and Micah moving around. “I haven’t heard a thing.”

Then a slight pause and Devon had to pray for patience. He knew Micah was walking down the hall to Alana’s room to check on Bridget.

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