Page 54 of Nowhere to Hide
When I backed away from her Stone was staring at me with unreadable eyes.
“You guys going to be good?”
“We’ll be fine.”
“I’ll follow you so we can get those files back in?—”
“I want to keep the files.”
He frowned. “Those are police files, Jordan.”
“I know. We’re already breaking a million rules. I just want to dig into some backgrounds.” Now that I’d opened the door with Nyx, I wouldn’t be able to get rid of her.
At least I could get her to help out. See if there was anything that linked the women that the cops couldn’t find.
He sighed. “All right. Keep in touch.”
I nodded. “Will do.”
He followed me around the truck to my side. “Where will you be?”
“For the first few days I’ll stay close. Then I’ll take us up around the coast to Maine.”
“That’s a bit far.”
I shrugged. “When she’s not so fragile, we’ll be back. Until then, get that detective hat back on.” I slapped him on the arm.
I got inside the truck, looked over at her. “You ready to do this?”
She nodded silently, then looked out the window.
The drive was quiet. I could feel the nerves building in the truck, but wasn’t sure how to dilute them.
Talk to her, idiot.
I cleared my throat. “I’m assuming Salem isn’t your home.”
She shifted in the seat, wincing. “Albany, New York, actually. I used to come this way for work.”
“Used to?”
“That’s a long story.” She uncapped the bottle and took a drink.
“We’ve got nothing but time.”
She huffed out a laugh. “I guess that’s true.” She nervously squeezed the bottle making it crackle. “I always loved Salem. I used to make a special trip over here when I had business in Boston.”
“What’s the business?”
“Doesn’t matter now.”
“Why not?”
“Because I got fired.”
“Oh. Welcome to the unemployed club.”
She laughed. “I thought you were on sabbatical.”
