Page 54 of Grave Obsession

“Mallie!” That’s Rita’s shrill voice cutting through the early morning air and shrivelling up my cock. I unlock my lips from Mallory’s as her face flushes with embarrassment. I raise my hand and wave.

“Officer Graves, is that you?” Who the fuck else would it be?

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Sorry to interrupt!” she hollers across the sparsely filled lot, then dips back inside the back entrance door. You’re definitely not sorry you interrupted, now you have new gossip to spread around town.

“Get going, Miss Knight, you’re already late.”

“Shit. My keys though…” She’s torn between going inside and standing here to banter with me just a bit longer. I’ll check that in the win column for Nox.

“I’ll come find you when I get it all fixed up, promise. Now, go. Before Rita comes back.”

“I’ll pay you back, thank you so much.” She reaches up on her tiptoes and plants a quick peck on my cheek. “My saviour,” she says quietly and I smile in response. If she only knew how wrong she was.

Chapter Forty

Graves

One look at Mallory’s rear driver's side tire and I know this is no accident. No simple nail embedded in the rubber or a pop off the rim. There’s a clear slit in the tire, someone did this deliberately. Who the fuck is after my little siren? I pop the trunk and the spare tire is flat too. Fuckin’ hell, Mallory.

A lap around the car unnerves me more when I see nails propped up under the passenger side front wheel. She would have never seen them and rolled right over the trap when she reversed out of her spot. I feel fucking nauseous.

I pull out my phone and call Graham, he’s the owner of the local mechanic shop in town and a close family friend. I tell him to come pick up Mallory’s car and give it a full blown inspection. I’m not taking any chances with her life driving this potentially tampered with death trap. Giving him the rundown on what happened makes him uneasy, and he ensures me that he or his son will get to it ASAP.

I open the door to my truck and pull out the radio.

“Captain, Officer Graves checking in. ETA forty minutes.”

“Copy that.”

It’s a small fudge of the truth but I’ll be out of here soon. I know Mallory is safe at work for the day, she’s not off until midnight tonight. I stroll into the hotel and come across Rita at the welcome desk, she directs me to the fourth floor where Mal is cleaning.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Lennox,” she jokingly scolds me. I tip my hat to her as I enter the elevator.

The ride up is slow, but it gives me time to sort through my thoughts. The doors ding open and I see a cleaning cart halfway down the hall to my right. I head towards it when I’m ambushed from behind. I’m about to throw whoever jumped onto my back to the floor when a girlish squeal echoes down the empty hall.

“Gotcha!”

It's Mallory.

“Shit, you scared me, baby. Don’t do that. I’m apt to throw you down and hurt you.”

“Ohhh, sounds kinky.” She winks and smiles. You’re playing with fire, little siren.

“How did you know I was coming?”

“You aren’t the only one with a walkie talkie.” Rita must have given her a heads up. “Did you come to return my keys?”

“Yes and no,” I reply.

“What?”

“Yes, here are your keys, but when Graham or his son, Jaydon, show up to take your car to their garage, you’re going to have to give them up again.”

“Why? What’s going on, Nox?”

“Someone purposely slashed your tire, and tried to sabotage another one.” The colour drains from her face and I swear she’s going to faint. But she gives her head a shake and gestures for me to continue. “Your spare tire was also flat so I couldn’t change it even though I wanted to. The shop is going to run a full safety inspection on your car and will be in contact when it’s done.”

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