Page 15 of Assassin's Prey
Remi dished up the first batch of eggs, passing the plate to Eli. “Your reward.”
Eli smirked and began loading bacon and biscuits on. Remi started another set of eggs.
“It could be someone new, someone we haven’t heard of before,” I pointed out.
“It could.” Eli shrugged. “But DC makes sense if you think about it. With her father’s connections, the idea that someone in the capital has it out for her isn’t as far-fetched as, say, Douglas’s group in SoCal.”
Again, true. Still, my instincts weren’t humming yet. I just wasn’t sure why.
Remi passed over my eggs, and I joined Eli at the table. “I want you to get on the insurance stuff today, Remi. As much as we can get taken care of without Abby worrying, I want done.”
“Don’t you think you should talk to me about that first?” a husky feminine voice asked behind me.
My grip on my fork tightened. “No, little bird, I don’t.” Putting my fork down, I turned in my seat. Abby walked through the open living area, her body concealed by her pajama pants and an oversize sweatshirt. Her arms were crossed as if holding herself together with the tight grip, and dark circles painted the skin under her eyes. The sight of her made me ache in more ways than one.
“Get some sleep?” I asked, knowing I shouldn’t. Knowing I was just pissing her off.
“You know I did.”
Her tone saidas if I had a choice. I couldn’t keep the self-satisfied grin off my face.
Abby dropped her eyes and moved to the coffeepot. After pouring what was left into an empty cup, she began a new pot. She’d spent enough time with us to know any coffee we made required a steel gut to consume. As she waited for it to brew, she moved to a nearby plug and hooked up her phone to charge, studiously ignoring my stare.
Remi passed over a plate after she’d filled her own cup. “Sit and eat, Abby. You’ll need it today.”
I noticed she didn’t argue with him, though she didn’t sit with us—she stood at the bar, where she sipped and ate and scrolled through her phone. When she began typing out a message, my eyes narrowed.
“Who are you texting?”
“Charlotte.”
I glanced at my brothers, both of whom shrugged. “Charlotte who?”
Abby didn’t look up from her phone. “You’d know if you bothered to stick around during the day.”
I half rose from my seat, determined to grab her cell and shut it down, hide her from the world. A sharp shake of Remi’s head had me easing back into my chair.
We ate in loaded silence for a few minutes. Not long after Remi joined us, the other cell phone on the countertop vibrated, the one I’d given as a contact point last night. I stood to answer.
“Agozi here.”
“Mr. Agozi, this is Detective Roger Bryant.” The man’s gravelly voice grated on my nerves. “How are you and Ms. Roslyn this morning?”
Low on sleep and good will if Abby’s glance meant anything. “We’re fine, thank you. What can I do for you, Bryant?”
The entire room perked up, all eyes locked on me.
“I’d like you both to come down to the station today if possible.”
And byI’d like, I was sure he meantI demand. “For…?”
“Just a second interview,” Bryant said. “See if we can help you remember anything more.”
No fucking way that was all the man wanted. “When?”
“Noon.”
It wasn’t a question, of course. “We’ll be there.”
