Page 31 of Delivering David

He moved so he could wrap his arms around her. “He could have sent someone who knew how to cook so you wouldn’t have to eat leftoversallthe time.”

“I told you I like leftovers,” she answered, her mouth within kissing distance of his. “Better leftovers with friends than fancy meals in a five-star restaurant with strangers.”

“Is that an old proverb?” he whispered.

“All of five minutes,” she said. “I made it up.”

“I like five-minute proverbs,” he assured her. “Almost as much as I like leftovers.”

“Good,” she said and kissed him. The gentle pressure of her mouth moving over his pushed Kristopher’s heart into a mad gallop and he pulled her closer. Beneath her oversized UT sweatshirt, her heartbeat matched his and her soft sigh was like the song Kristopher had waited all his life to hear. To hell with his past resolution of getting emotionally involved. He wanted Suzanne Bennett in the worst possible way. And–

A persistent buzzing interrupted them and once again they pulled apart. Suzanne reached into her front jean pocket to take out her phone. Staring at the screen, she frowned. “That’s weird,” she said. “It’s Barry Collins.”

“Who’s that?” Kristopher asked, savoring the taste of her mouth on his.

“He’s the owner ofDaisy’s,” she explained, hitting accept. “Barry? What’s up?”

“Suzanne, we got a problem,” Barry sounded as if he were choking on his anger. “I need for you to get down toDaisy’sright away. It’s Alex Langley.”

“Oh my God!” Fear pushed Suzanne to her feet. “Has something happened to him? Where is he?”

“He’s here, and he’s okay,” Barry said quickly. “Sofia is here too, but you need to come as soon as you can. The police are already here.”

“Why do you need the police if everything is okay?” Suzanne watched Kristopher move to the closet and return with their coats. “Just tell me what’s happened.”

“Suzanne, someone has bugged my restaurant.”

CHAPTER 23

They managedto get toDaisy’sin minutes with Bailey dropping them off in the alley. A strong wind teased the tops of the garbage bins while an icy frost was coating the pavement and for the first time that day, Suzanne wondered where David Phillips was and offered up a prayer for his safety.

The back door swung open in answer to her knock and Barry ushered them inside. The kitchen, as usual, was immaculate, the stainless-steel appliance and fixtures gleaming with a polished care. Everything looked perfectly normal.

Except for the uniformed officer standing in front of one of the prep tables, examining what appeared to be a series of metal discs spread out on a towel covered tray. Barry introduced him as Lt. Officer Craig Randolph, who worked in KPD’s surveillance unit.

“Thanks for getting here so fast,” Barry said. “What a mess. Alex is scared to death and Sofia is furious.”

“Alex Langley is involved in all of this?” Suzanne’s head was reeling. “That makes no sense.”

“Wait,” Kristopher said. “Are we talking about Sofia Langley from the youth shelter?”

“Alex is her son,” Suzanne explained. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“When you called, you said something about someone bugging the restaurant,” Kristopher said. “When and where did you find it?”

“This morning, when Alex and I were cleaning under the tabletops,” Barry described. “And I should saythem. We’d neglected to clean under there for months. I mean, except for the chewing gum that kids leave there, how dirty can the underside of the tables get? This is my fault. If I’d had the staff clean under there, we might have found them long ago.”

“Them,” Suzanne repeated. “You mean there were more than one?”

“Yeah,” Barry said. “Show them, Randolph.”

Officer Craig Randolph selected a dime thin, nickel sized silver disc from the tray. “These are recording devices, both powerful and sensitive. Whoever planted them knew what they were doing. They’re turned off now, of course.”

“Oh my,” Suzanne breathed. “Do you think they’re the same kind planted on your car?”

“We’ll find out later,” Kristopher said grimly. “What else, Officer?”

“This kind usually only records for a few hours.” Randolph put the disc back among the others. “I’ll need to take this back to our lab to collect whatever data is on them.”

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