Chapter Thirty-One

Ana

We exit the front door to find a fancy, black BMW waiting for us. “What’s this?” I ask. “And please tell me we didn’t steal this one.”

“Rented,” Luke replies, opening the passenger door for me. “We want to blend in with the money there tonight.”

I slide inside the car and run my hand over the leather console, the new smell of the interior telling me this was not a cheap evening prop. Luke climbs in beside me, smelling all masculine and wonderful, compliments of the Airbnb bath soap, but it’s really all about his scent, his presence. They say we react to each other’s scent, that it’s part of our attraction to one another. I’m fairly certain I was turned on by this man in every possible way from that first night we met.

He hands me a phone. “This has an app downloaded on it. It’s marked with an X. It’s going to become the cloud for any phone you get close to. We hope. It’s some new technology one of Blake’s tech buddies created and obviously the reason he was worried about Parker and our phones. The hope is we can take over Phillips’s iCloud and find out what he’s really up to tonight. He obviously plans to have a conversation with us, which means opportunity won’t be an issue.”

“We hope that’s all he plans.”

“If it’s going to get bloody, baby, it will be all over the papers. You know he knows we’ll shoot a million and one photos of us at his place tonight. It’s possible he really just wants the package and he believes we can get it for him.”

“Yes, but how does he know we’re involved at all?” I ask, and it’s a question I should have asked before now.

“Well, we know your boss was involved. We know your boss had you monitored in hopes of finding the package. The links that connect us to Phillips are pretty tight.”

He’s right, again, of course, but everything about this night still feels wrong. And as Kurt always said, never make wrong right. He was talking about a gut feeling, and yet that statement applies to his plan for tonight. He wants to make murder right. But then, his entire life has been about murder, killing for the government, and making wrong right by way of killing. That bothers me when I think too hard about it, which is why I don’t think too hard about it, ever.

There are things that are not gentle, or sweet in this world, but are sometimes necessary.

I need to remember that.

And so does Phillips, I think because I am still Kurt’s stepdaughter, trained to be his protégé. If it becomes necessary, I will bypass the arrest, and resort to my weapon as a resource, whatever that weapon may be, a fork if that’s all I have handy. Tonight, I have to go into this and say that I will do what I have to do, especially if it means protecting those I love.