Page 9 of The Killer Who Kept Me

He wasn’t at all sure of anything he was doing, I could see that now. I wasn’t positive, but I’d say he was almost chastising himself with every move he made. As if he knew he shouldn’t have gotten involved, but was now in the thick of it and couldn’t stop.

“You absolutely would have died if it wasn’t for this stranger,” Cosmo said once we watched the video for the third time.

“That means whoever ordered this didn’t want me walking away, even though the one guy wanted me to go with him.”

“Likely, he wanted to kill you somewhere else.” Cosmo migrated over to the couch in my office.

“Were you able to get anything on Em?”

“Is Em short for anything?” Cosmo quirked a brow.

“I don’t know, Em is all I got on him.”

“To answer your question, no. He ran faster than I’d ever seen anyone. I even got someone to hack into the CCTV feeds. He knows how to hide.” He pulled out his phone and was reading something. “Mike tracked him going toward Cove Avenue, then onto Michigan, but he seemed to slink into shadows and alleys.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, hoping to stave off this headache. “I need to find him.”

“Saros, we’ll keep eyes out and ask around, but you really need to concentrate more on who tried to kill you.”

He was right. “Okay, was anyone able to get anything off the bodies?”

“Not much, but two of the guys had the same girl’s name and number on a napkin in their wallet. No logo on it, but Mike was able to track her.”

That was a huge something. Why wouldn’t he think so? “That’s good, bring her in.”

“There’s no guarantee she’s gonna know anything about this hit.”

“Maybe not, but we’ll talk to her.”

He nodded. “Did you reach out to Frazee?”

“Yeah, he said he’d left through the front and didn’t see anything but would let me know if he heard anything.”

Cosmo snorted. “I won’t hold my breath.”

“Make sure he gets the papers to the warehouses. And I want eyes on what he’s doing there.”

“You got it.”

After Cosmo left to do what I’d asked, I watched the video two more times, fast-forwarding to the moment Em appeared. The quality was very good—no question, Fernando didn’t skimp on security.

I paused the second he turned, and his whole face came into view. Mike had worked for me for five years and was my go-to when I needed computer help. I wondered how good he was with facial recognition software. I texted him to come to the house this evening. Then I got up and made my way to the dining room, where I could hear Dafni laughing.

Around the table, my uncle Andrew and aunt Penelope were sitting across from Dafni. There was a cookbook out, and Dafni was writing on a pad.

“What’s going on in here?” I checked my watch. “It’s lunchtime.”

“Calm down.” Aunt Penelope rolled her eyes. “Food is coming; we were just deciding on Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Deciding what? It’s Thanksgiving, all the classics.”

The holiday was a week away, and usually it was a big affair much like Christmas Eve. It was my whole family, which included my guys and their families. I always had a cooking team to handle it, but Aunt Penelope and Dafni usually added their own dishes.

“Dafni and I were thinking of changing some desserts up, and I thought looking in your mom’s cookbook would be an interesting idea.”

My parents had been killed when I was very young. My father didn’t have any family to speak of, so my uncle Andrew, from my mother’s side, had kept this family up and running until I was old enough to take over. Speaking of, I glanced at him.

“How’d you get wrangled into this mess?”

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