Page 78 of Seducer

I glared at Walker as he strode inside, pushing the door shut with practiced flair after he did.

“If you continue to show up at places you shouldn’t, I’m going to begin thinking you’re stalking me. Do you have any idea what I do with assholes who think they’re going to get one leg up on me?”

“I’ll guess you cut that leg off.” Walker had simply arrived at my office without an appointment, now sliding into the same chair I’d been sitting in the night before when I’d discovered my wild kitty hiding under my desk.

“You’re exactly right.” I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms behind my head. “Make it quick.”

“I was in the area. Sue me. I found something you might find of interest.” He pulled a file from his oversized leather jacket. That hadn’t created vibes when he’d walked into the office. He wasn’t the kind of man to care about protocol or expectations.

I grabbed it and sat back once again before opening it. I flipped the three pages twice before lifting my head in his direction. “What exactly am I looking at here?”

“Take another look.” He was far too busy glancing around my office. The guy was annoying as fuck.

“Okay, who the fuck are Jeffrey and Jenny Thompkins?”

“Well, first off, they’re dead. They have been for about ten years.”

“And that means exactly what to me?” They appeared as a nice-looking couple, maybe late forties, early fifties. They were nicely dressed, smiling for the cameras. It appeared as a studio type shot, the kind families did years before.

“For starters, it appears they were killed in a hit.”

“A hit. They were assassinated?”

“Yep.” He popped the p and I was even more annoyed than before.

I leaned forward, tossing the file back in his direction. “If this has a point, get to it or get out.”

He sat up as well, giving me a hard look. “I tried to weed through the bullshit, but when you’re dealing with WITSEC, even I can’t get very far.”

“Witness protection.” I grabbed the information again, looking hard at the photographs. Suddenly, there was some recognition in the woman’s eyes. They were the same color, a lovely violet. “Sara Capshaw’s parents.”

“Bingo. Finally. From what little I could piece together, the husband was the accountant of some criminal group. I don’t know who and I’m not certain it matters, but his testimony led to the arrest of four prominent members. I don’t know if they’re dead or alive.”

“But they were pissed.”

“Yep. Somehow, the Capshaws were found living under their new names. Their car exploded right in front of their house in the new state where they’d been living for almost a year.”

“And the kids?”

“All I know is that if there was no mention of the girl you like or any other kid for that matter. My guess is they were shielded and given a chance at surviving, but WITSEC isn’t hip to keeping a deal made with anyone who can’t help them out. Get it?”

“Oh, yeah. I get it. Sara and her brother were left to fend on their own.”

Walker nodded. “That’s why she’d laid low with no social media. I wish I could tell you more, but if I dig, I’ll have the US Marshals breathing down my neck. Not good for business.”

My thoughts drifted to Jerry and his work with the justice department. Was that the reason he’d been all over Sara?

I slid the file back in my direction. “It’s possible they want her dead.”

“Sure, but why? Ten years is a long time for additional revenge even for bad dudes like the mob.”

“Unless she has something that belongs to them.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “You sure you want to get tangled up in shit like that?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You obviously have no clue what I’m capable of.”

“I beg to differ. I was there when you took your time with that guy a few years ago. Remember? I didn’t know you had it in you until that day. Kinda learned from your technique.”

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