Page 37 of Inevitable

“You’re supposed to let me open the door and then help you out.”

“I keep forgetting.” When he slung his arm around her shoulders and tucked her close, she let out a little snicker. “Guess I need some more training.”

“You sure do.”

They walked into the mall and the place was practically deserted. Made sense since it was a Thursday in the middle of summer. As they were about to walk into Victoria’s Secret, Brady’s phone buzzed. “I’m going in. Why don’t you wait here for me?” She pointed to a set of chairs across from the store. “That way you can be a surprised when I do a little fashion show for you later.”

“Can’t argue with that.” He kissed her head and collapsed into the chair.

Claire strode into the store and tried to decide where to start. Maybe she should get a rainbow of thongs and matching bras. She stopped at a display that had a pretty camisole in baby blue with a matching pair of panties. Looking over her shoulder, she glanced at Brady and wondered if he might enjoy seeing her in something like that. After this morning, she figured he liked her naked best. Turning back to the display, she touched the material and enjoyed how it felt against her fingers. Yep, definitely needed to try it on. She flipped through the rack and found her size. As she moved toward another display, she noticed a man standing in the corner, staring at a woman across the store. The angry look on his face was surprising, considering whatever the woman was shopping for was probably for him. Or was it?

The agitated way he held himself suggested that either he wasn’t with her or he wished he was. She studied the woman and noticed that she looked totally relaxed, which suggested she either wasn’t worried or hadn’t seen him. As Claire moved to another display, she gave the man a wide berth and hoped he wasn’t going to do something foolish and make a scene.

By the time she hit the dressing rooms, she had quite a few things to try on. As she walked into one of the rooms, she noticed the woman she’d seen earlier walk into the room right next door. They exchanged smiles and then both shut their doors.

When she’d made it halfway through her pile, she heard angry voices and something being knocked over. That was odd. Standing still, she waited to see if she heard anything else.

Nothing.

Complete silence.

Sliding the camisole off her head, she slipped her bra back on and then her T-shirt. Opening the door slowly, she peeked her head out and saw nothing. Seemed that whatever happened had been resolved. She closed the door and started going through her pile, and realized she liked almost everything she’d chosen. Lifting the last bra she’d tried on, she imagined Brady’s expression when he saw her in it. It was a beautiful peach silk number that lifted her breasts up like an offering. It barely kept what she had in place, but she figured that was kind of the point. After all, she wasn’t here because she needed more sensible underwear. The pile of silk before her was about seduction, pure and simple.

He’d been the one in charge of their sex life since they started and she wanted to have a chance to be the one calling the shots. Being in control of him and his pleasure was something she wanted to experience, and she figured the bra and matching thong were going to help. Another loud sound erupted and she turned toward the door and decided it was time to quit fantasizing and get out of there. Just as she scooped up the pile, a loud male voice bounced off the walls.

Shit.

That wasn’t good.

Could it be the man she had noticed earlier? The sound of a bullet shattering glass told her that whoever it was—was more than a little angry. Dumping the things in her arms on the floor, she pulled her phone out and texted Brady. He might’ve heard it, but in case he hadn’t, she needed him to call the police. After she sent the text, she pressed her ear to the door and tried to determine how close the confrontation was to the dressing area. The full door of the dressing room was turning out to be both a blessing and a curse. Whoever was out there had no way of knowing who was back here and who wasn’t. Which might not work in her favor if he decided to shoot the whole place up in search of his intended target.

Her phone vibrated in her hand and she read two words; sit rep. Typing as quickly as she could, she relayed what she knew. Which was very little. As she tapped the phone against her leg, her brain started to work. She quickly typed a series of commands into her browser and was soon into the security camera feeds of the store. Going through each camera, she tried to determine which one would give her the best view of the dressing rooms.

Another shot rang out and she silently cursed. “Come on,” she said quietly. When the camera that covered the view of the entrance to the dressing rooms came on, she pumped her fist. “Bingo.” The guy she’d seen earlier stood with a gun at his side. There wasn’t any audio, so she had no way of knowing what he was saying. His lips seemed to be moving, so she didn’t know who he was speaking with. Taking out her tablet, she sent Brady a text, giving him the info she had. When he texted back, he instructed her to stay where she was and keep quiet. “What else am I going to do?” she murmured.

She wasn’t a dummy and knew not make herself visible. But doing nothing and cowering wasn’t an option, so she decided to gather intel as best she could and feed it to Brady. After all, it’s what she did best.

Going back to the camera feed, she tried to see if she could manipulate it enough to zero in on the guy’s face. If she could get a clear enough shot, she could send it back to the office and queue it for her facial recognition software. If they could determine which side of the crazy fence he fell on, it might make it easier to subdue him.

She furiously typed and prayed that she could get what she needed. When the camera moved and she had what she needed, she whispered, “perfect.” Manipulating the focus, she zoomed in and was finally able to get a clear image. She froze the picture and sent it to herself, then typed another series of commands, and let the camera zoom out. Going through the cameras again, she checked the store and noted that it had been cleared.

Which meant the only ones in danger were the women left in the dressing rooms. By her count, it was just her and the woman who was the crazy man’s focus. But she couldn’t be sure because she had no idea if other women had entered earlier.

Realizing the number didn’t matter and making the camera feed available to Brady did, she began working on making the link available. The sooner she could get the intel to Brady the better. Because the chances of him waiting were lousy. No way would he hesitate if he thought he could take care of the threat. After all, this was his wheelhouse, and the idea of letting someone else secure the situation was probably close to impossible.

Checking the camera that showed the entrance of the store, she noted one of the mall security guys was directing people away from the area, and she figured Brady was moments away from moving inside the store. She knew he had a gun tucked into the back of his pants, and hoped it was going to be enough to take out the crazy guy who was a couple of feet away from her.

Which was comforting, but also alarming because she didn’t want anything to happen to him. There was too much loss in her life to survive anymore. Once the image of the guy showed up on her phone, she sent it back to the office and queued it for the program that would help them see who they were dealing with. When she had confirmation it was about to run, she texted Brady an update.

The sound of a dressing room door creaking open alerted her that something was about to happen. Hopefully, it wasn’t anything that was going to escalate the situation. The sound of a gunshot rang out and she flattened her body against the wall. Holy shit. This was not going to end well.

Lifting her phone, she sent the link for the security camera feed to her tablet and then tried to send it to all the operators from TRG. Hopefully, it would work and would prove useful when the time came. Once she had seen that it had gone through, she texted Brady, and let him know she was about to call him and asked him not to say anything. If she gave him some kind of audio on the situation, he might be able to pick up something that could be helpful.

The pile of silk and lace on the floor caught her attention momentarily and she hoped like hell she was going to have a chance to wear some of it. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in the crossfire of some weird vengeance shooting in the middle of the mall.

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