Page 133 of Somebody's Watching Me
“Like I care about your eyes right now.” She was off the bed and following him to the bathroom. He’d always been in shape, but sweet Mary, mother of God. “What is all this?”
“No touching,” he warned when she tried to trail her fingers over his chest. “It’s not a big deal. I had free time, so I did some extra stuff at the gym that Samuel suggested.”
“You got some extra stuff by doing the extra stuff.” She pouted when he tried to close the bathroom door in her face. “Can I come in and watch you clean the extra stuff?”
That earned her a small smile. It wasn’t much, but she would take it.
“Change your clothes,” he ordered, and the door snapped shut.
“Change your clothes,” Jamison grumbled to herself. “You keep your clothes off, and I’ll change mine.”
But if she wanted answers, she would have to behave. When Liam came out, she was patiently waiting on the bed, dressed in his T-shirt and sweatpants.
He dropped the towel, proving that payback was indeed the greatest of bitches. “Stop wearing my clothes. I’m running out.”
“You could just not wear any.” Jamison patted the spot next to her on the bed as he rummaged through the duffle bag and pulled on some gym shorts. “I promise not to touch.”
His dark eyes met hers. “Stay on your side.”
“You’re no fun anymore.” She rolled to lie on her back while he crawled up the mattress to join her. “Has he been watching me?”
“I told you I was going to rip his eyeballs out.”
She guessed that meant yes. “All the time?”
“It’s not just you.” Exhausted and close to passing out asleep, he sighed as they stared up at the ceiling. “But you’re the one he continues to harass. Emily and Claudia haven’t been contacted since.”
“And why is that?”
“Figuring it out.” He turned his head to look at her. “Are you ready? Top to bottom?”
Top to bottom. The way they worked through his cases together, listing each part in a sequence from top to bottom. It helped clear his mind and gave her more insight into what he was working on.
“Let’s do this,” she replied. “But if you’re going to filter the information to be only the stuff you want me to know—“
“I’ll tell you everything that is a fact, and what I’ve learned from the feds.”
Her brows shot up. Feds? His disassociation was hitting big time.
“But I don’t know how to start,” he murmured to himself. “These threads go back so far.”
He was nervous. She could hear it in his voice. A telling tremor catching a word every so often. You didn’t spend almost every day of your life with another person and not learn these small things about them. With Liam, everything was always done with purpose. The beginning,middle, and end mapped out in his head. If something was going on that made him afraid, they were in real trouble.
“Jan and Eddie disappeared. Hollingsdale PD lost them. I’m sorry I let him get that close to you.”
“So, he was military?”
“And served two tours with Michael Sinclair.”
“Jan.” She sat up, ready to run to the rescue. “He’s with Jan and could hurt her.”
“Klausen called while you and I were separated at the party. They’ve identified the dead woman.”
“Ugly Denise?”
“Denise Brookman.”
“Is she ex-military?”
