Page 39 of Special Agent Murphy

Chapter Twenty-six

Kayti was still arguing when they pulled into his driveway. She’d become the yapper once again, and he wished he knew where her off switch was.

“Why won’t you listen to me? I want to be at home, my house. Where I have my things.”

“You brought your things.” He pointed to the backpack at her feet.

“You rushed me so fast, I forgot pajamas.”

“How could you forget pajamas if you sleep in them every night for chrissakes?”

“’Cause, I don’t. Sleep in them. They’re just what I wear before bed.”

The vivid image of her sleeping naked messed with his head and made him even grumpier. “Look, darling, I’m losing my patience with this whole scene. You gave the creep your phone. He has your address, and… he has a gun.”

“I didn’t give him my phone. I told you – it’s new. I didn’t get around to setting it up with a password.”

“Uh huh.”

“He took it. You make it sound like I wanted us to trade numbers or something.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not that lucky. He was smart enough to shut it off. Now, we can’t follow it. I added a tag so as soon as he does open it again, we’ll be able to trace it.”

“Not if he changes the sim card.”

“Without needing a password, he’ll have time to get your info before he changes it over and it’ll only take a few minutes.” He saw her beautiful face and the understanding beginning to dawn on her. “Come on, we need some down time. You can borrow a T-shirt to sleep in for what’s left of the night.”

Murph hoped she’d stop being stubborn and let him help her until they find the prick who laid his hands on her. He’d sure like a few minutes alone with the bastard before hauling his ass in. The thought of her home alone and having the sicko find her, hurt her, maybe kill her, had only risen for a second before he’d found it so unbearable, he’d squashed it. And forced her to do things his way.

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