Page 32 of Avenging Kelly

Kelly nodded. He grabbed supplies and leaned over, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek before he hopped out of the car and hurried into the shadows. I prayed it wasn’t the last time I saw the man. We had a lot of unfinished business to settle, after all.

I waited five minutes and slowly drove the car into the neighborhood, formulating a story of a delivery gone wrong. Problem was, I had nothing to deliver. As I cruised through the fancy neighborhood, I saw a box by the curb of a house down the street from Mrs. Devaney’s, so I stopped the car and grabbed it, shoving it into the passenger seat. I slid back inside and looked at the box with the light from my phone, seeing it was from a popular warehouse store. I planned my story and slowly drove to the woman’s house, parking on the street.

I grabbed the package and headed to the door, pressing the video doorbell while hiding behind the box. A couple of minutes went by, and I pressed the button again. Finally, a voice came from nowhere. “Yeah?”

“I’m looking for Shauna Powers. I have a delivery,” I responded, reading the name from the label on the box.

“You’re about four houses too far,” the woman’s voice replied.

“It says 16… Way. Is this…” I kept cutting out as if something was wrong with the speaker to bring her to the door—hopefully. She was angry when she finally opened the door.

“I told you—”

I dropped the box and held the gun in front of me, but out of the camera’s view. We definitely didn’t need to have anything recorded since we weren’t officially anyone who had a reason to be there.

“Hello, Mrs. Devaney. Let’s have a talk,” I insisted as I pushed her back and went inside.

The woman didn’t look worried at all, and when she pulled a revolver from the pocket of her robe, I knew why.

I quickly dropped and rolled to the left, moving behind a leather couch. The impact of the bullet from her gun was muffled as it bit through the leather and into the padding. I was grateful the bitch had bought such a well-made piece of furniture.

“Drop it.”

It was Kelly, thankfully. I poked my head from the back of the couch to see the woman was unarmed, so I stood from my hiding place, holding my weapon on her as a precaution.

“I have these,” I said as I held out zip-ties that I’d grabbed from the bag out of habit.

Kelly nodded and reached out for them, letting go of the woman for a split second. She pulled out a knife from the pocket of her robe, and I grabbed her before she could slide the knife into Kelly’s belly.

“No!” I yelled, knocking the knife out of her hand before taking her down to the fancy marble in her foyer.

“Stop squirming,” I insisted.

“Who the hell are you?” Mrs. Devaney growled out as I zip-tied her hands before pulling her up to sit on the marble floor.

Kelly slid over the floor and put his hand on her neck to hold her down. “Do you remember Mia Boone?”

The surprised look on her face was priceless. “No,” she answered, defiance in her voice.

“Yes,” Kelly answered, his fingers squeezing tighter. The woman was struggling to breathe, and while I agreed she didn’t deserve to live, we still needed information from her.

I hurried over to Kelly and touched his shoulder. “Too soon.”

He turned his face toward me, anger rolling off of him like a bonfire, but there was a question in his eyes.

“If you kill her, you’ll never know who was involved in everything that happened with Mia’s abduction,” I reminded him.

Kelly nodded and jerked the woman up by her throat. I pulled a chair from the dining room, and Kelly deposited the woman into it. The scowl on his face definitely fit the circumstance.

I stared at the woman for a moment before I gave her a cocky smile. “Surely you remember Mia Boone. Mathis Sinclair got you fired from your job because of your mishandling of Mia’s case.”

“I did what I was told to do,” the woman protested, showing no fear at all.

“And who told you to do what?” Kelly demanded as he put his hand on her throat again.

Fear… Finally, she seemed to grasp the severity of her predicament. If she knew she wasn’t walking out of there alive, she might shut down, so I reached for Kelly’s hand, gently patting it.

“Babe, let her go.”

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