Deceptions (Cainsville 3) - Page 103

"Why would I be?" He lifted those empty blue eyes to mine. "First I had to stop you from going to the Carew house--"

"No, I was coming back on my own. I realized I was doing something stupid--"

"Then you went and had a vision anyway, knowing how I felt about it."

"I was sitting on a bench. The vision came--"

"I do not have time for this, Olivia. You can see the state of my business . . . in addition to the murder charge I now face."

"After weeks of telling me that you're helping because you want to--and because it'll further your career--you've suddenly decided I'm ruining that career?"

"I did not say--"

"Bullshit." I strode over and put my hands on his desk. "You are in a pissy, pissy mood. Lydia says you're stressed. Completely understandable. But do not take it out on me. Yes, maybe I didn't handle last night as well as I should have. I apologize for that."

"I have work to do, Olivia." His eyes were ice-cold. "And if you intend to keep your job, I might suggest you do as well."

The temptation to quit then and there was almost overwhelming. Instead, I straightened, said, "Yes, sir," and walked out.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

I pored over Pamela's file for a while longer before deciding to do some legwork. Traffic was good, and in thirty minutes I made it to my destination: the home of Jon Childs, the man Chandler had wanted us to kill.

I hopped out of the car and cut across the lawn, because whoever set up the underground sprinkler system apparently thought the walkway needed water instead. That's when I kicked a sparrow.

A dead bird in your path is a sign to turn your ass around. There are few superstitions surrou

nding sparrows specifically, though, meaning the warning wasn't exactly a red flag. Maybe burnt orange. I decided it meant there was something worth investigating here.

I knocked on Childs's door. There were no flyers in the box now, but the town house was dark and no one answered. I rapped again . . .

"He's out."

The neighbor had a trowel in her hand and wore knee guards.

"He's back from wherever he went," she said. "But he just stepped out."

"Oh. I . . ." I checked my watch.

"He'll probably be home at any moment. Why don't I fix you a coffee while you wait. I could use a break from the war of the weeds."

"And I'd love to take you up on that, but I was just popping by on my way past. Thank you, though."

My cell buzzed with an incoming text. I ignored it, and thanked the woman again before heading back to my car.

"I spoke to him about you," she called after me.

Shit.

"He said his sister has taken a turn for the worse, and she's in care. He appreciated your concern and said if you stopped by, I was to ask for your number again. He's misplaced it."

So Childs knew my story was bullshit. Huh. I scrawled my number on a scrap of notepaper. As I handed it to her, my cell buzzed with another text.

"I really do need to run," I said, "but please give him that and thank you for all your help."

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When I got to my car, I checked my phone. It was Gabriel. First message: Where are you? Second message: Olivia . . .

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