What you thought you knew was only what they wanted you to know.
“This is getting so crazy. So what we’ve found so far is this group, the Alchemists, have manipulated our history to cover up for their wrongdoings. What if this group is still around, Mike? What if… what if they know we found these clues?”
I grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.
“Syd, Quinn lived in the late 1800s. There is no way this group is still around.”
She stared into my eyes. “Mike Murphy, you are a terrible liar.”
I winked. “That I am.” I let out a frustrated breath. “Let’s go get something to eat, clear our heads, and get out of this Alchemists world for a bit. Sound good?”
With a nod, Sydney stood and looked back down at the journal on the table before she picked it up and put it into her purse for safekeeping. I could see her mind racing. Hell, my mind was racing too.
The last thing I wanted to tell her was that I’d seen the Alchemists symbol on a building here in Boston as we drove to the hotel. A building that had been built within the last ten years.
Sydney
“Syd, you need anything?” Mike called from downstairs as I sat on his bed the next evening.
“I’m good.” I was exhausted from the drive home. I hadn’t slept much the night before after we’d found the journal.
What happened to you, Quinn? I needed to know. That need was driving me to find out more, but… there was nothing more online. And I had no idea where to look next. We were out of clues.
Mike walked into the bedroom wearing only a pair of sweatpants, fresh from a shower. “Find anything?”
“No, and it’s driving me mad. There aren’t any more clues. It’s like we’ve gone around in a circle. What if we missed something?”
Mike took the journal and laid it on the table. “Let’s get some sleep. You’ve been hyper-focused on this. Sometimes a little distance helps.”
“So, do you walk away from some evidence to thoroughly review other pieces of the case?”
“Yes.”
I thought I had shifted my voice enough to insinuate sex would be the perfect thing to do in order to take my mind off of things. But apparently, when I wanted to be obvious, I wasn’t that way. Sigh.
“Maybe I need to be investigated or questioned?” I moved my eyebrows up and down.
Bam, there we go, Syd.
Mike stood up and walked over to his drawer where he got his handcuffs out. “I think you might be right. But I like to cuff my suspects.”
Something came over me the way it had in the graveyard. “Oh, no, do you need to strip search me, officer?”
Mike gave me a crooked grin. “Take off your shirt. I need to make sure you don’t have any contraband hidden.”
“Oh, yes, sir. I’m a law-abiding citizen. I would never do anything illegal.”
I pulled Mike’s T-shirt over my head. After my shower, I hadn’t put on a bra or panties, and I sat naked before him. Mike’s eyes slowly raked over my body, which grew even warmer when I saw his cock stiffen under his sweats.