Page 27 of A Touch of Frost
“Aww, Jesse. You say all the sweetest things.”
I offered her a wink while standing. “I’ll give you two some time to talk.”
She nodded curtly at me and I walked from the room, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation. I sequestered myself in the bedroom Frost said I could use and closed the door.
It was an illogical thought but I wanted to turn my phone on to see if Paul had called. I’d kept the same phone number ever since I walked away from him. But I knew the phone could put us in danger.
Though I knew he was the victim of a kidnapping, I still held out hope.
I sighed—all this was my fault. If only I’d reached out, said to Paul the things I needed to say, I would have known he was now working with the military. Sure, he might have still been kidnapped but at least I would have had those crucial hours to do more.
The time ticked by lazily and soon, Frost knocked, and we were on our way.
“It must be nice having people in your life like Black Widow and Mozart.” I exhaled as the vehicle’s headlights cut through the darkness.
“Yeah.”
One of the annoying things about this woman, she didn’t speak nearly enough. I glanced at her, but she was focusing on the road head of us.
Mountain Head wasn’t really on a mountain. It wasn’t even close to one. But the place was in fact a mansion—actually, mansion was too tame a word for it. It looked like something out of a gothic novel, a castle overlooking the Adriatic.
I couldn’t really make out most of it because of the rapidly falling darkness, but I saw enough to make me ask questions.
How did Striker find this place?
How did he afford this place?
It resembled something out of a horror movie—why would anyone want to buy that monstrosity?
“He’s dirty.” I told Frost. “Even if he was working since he was a fetus, he wouldn’t be able to save up enough money to buy this place in cash, no matter the conversion rates.”
“Oh yeah.” She kept her eyes on the place.
I knew we would be breaking in.
In the silent moments as she perused the home, I had made my peace with the idea.
We remained there, watching until a light flickered on in one of the upper rooms.
“Someone’s home,” I said.
“Seems that way. We should go say hello.” She handed me a pair of gloves.
“You can’t be serious.”
She smirked and climbed from the front of the vehicle. I almost tripped over myself trying to catch up to her. I wasn’t sure if she was serious, and I could barely concentrate as I watched the way her hips swung with each step.
By the time I refocused, she was picking one of the locks.
We entered and closed the door behind us. It was hard to imagine a house like this one didn’t have some state-of-the-art security system.
“Should you be doing that?” I whispered. “You might trip an alarm or something.”
“Hardly.” She muttered, deep in thought. “Striker thinks getting a security system will draw attention to him.”
“Was he right?”
“Yeah.” Frost smiled. “I have a Tex.”
