Page 69 of The Killer Who Kept Me

“I think you genuinely wanted my warehouses for business. Not sure for what exactly, but when you asked for them, it had something to do with Ramsey. You were going into business with him.”

He rolled to face me. “What’s it matter now?”

“I’ve been watching them, but there’s been no activity.”

He rolled his good eye. “Of course you were watching me.”

“Thing is, they’re still abandoned…right? Just sitting there, doing nothing.”

He watched me, not even flinching.

“One thing about those warehouses is they have bunkers. Some old-timey dude built them and went nuts thinking the world was going to end. After he died, my father bought them because he thought it was cool. That’s why I kept them.”

“Okay, thanks for the history lesson.”

I smirked and pulled my gun out from my holster. “It’s the perfect place to hide.”

He eyed my gun. “I suppose.”

I pointed it at Frazee, and to his credit he didn’t look away from me.

“You’re not the person who will make Ramsey fuck up something or even shed a tear, but his son is. Sorry, Barrett. You just became useless.”

I pulled the trigger before he could respond; then I turned to Gino. “Three five-man teams to each warehouse, the bunkers. RJ Brookes is hiding in one of them. Bring me that son of a bitch.”

“Yes, sir.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”

~ Helen Keller

Em

I wasn’tsure how obvious it was to anyone else, but there was an increase of people on rotation. Where there had been three guys per floor, now there were four. Kids were still able to play outside, but they were watched like hawks and forbidden from venturing into the woods or to the front of the estate.

Saros believed he knew where Ramsey was hiding RJ, and while everything Ramsey had done up until this point was bad, it would get a whole lot worse once he knew Saros had his pride and joy. But I had faith in Saros. He’d come out on top; I just wasn’t sure of the cost of that victory.

“Hey, Em.” Dafni came over with Tucker on her hip.

“Hi.” I smiled at her and booped Tucker on the nose. “Need help with something?”

“Nah, just waiting…for what, I’m not sure.”

“Saros is trying to end this the fastest and safest way possible. I don’t need to tell you how amazing your brother is, though.” My cheeks burned. Why was I telling someone who knew Saros better than I did how he was?

“You’re adorable, Em, and I love you for my brother. I always hoped he’d find someone with a good heart and a steady hand to guide him when he started veering off course.”

“Oh, I think I’m the one that won the lottery there. Saros saved me. Too often I think about all the times I should have saved myself and didn’t. I always had an excuse not to run.”

“Em, stop. Fear is a powerful thing, and Ramsey Brookes has that and more. You were in a ‘better the devil you know’ scenario, and no one faults you for that. You have to give yourself some grace.” She squeezed my arm.

I wasn’t sure how right she was, but she made it sound good. “Thank you.”

“Now, I was going to go out and have a picnic with Maeve and Tucker. It’s unseasonably warm for this time of year and while normally I’d be decorating for Christmas, things change. Come eat with us.”

Saros was extremely busy waiting on news about RJ, and I had no idea what was going on with Frazee. I had nothing else to do, and the distraction would be nice.

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