text.
“Jax.”
I popped my head up and saw Smith walking down the hallway. “The parents are on their way; need to wrap this shit up. Don’t need them getting pissed off their daughter’s not at the safe house.”
“Christ.”
“They’re a pain in my ass,” he started. “Calling all the time, bringing their lawyers into this shit of a mess.”
“Lawyers?”
“They want their daughter. They think they can do a better job.”
“She’s fine.”
“I know this. I trust you boys.”
“Good.”
“Kennedy asked them to back down, got them to hold off on the lawyer thing, but they still want their daughter back.”
“It’s only been a day.”
“No shit,” he said, almost reaching the room.
“Wait.” I put my arm out stopping him from going any further. “Harper’s in there.”
“Fuck that,” he muttered, turning around and walked back the way he came.
Harper
I liked the house, the view, and the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere. I really did. But it wasn’t helping me any. I couldn’t get anything done. My purse, phone, and all my personal information were in my purse, which was in the car. Mack’s car. A car I had no access to, and probably would never get back. Mack might find my real ID, then I’d be screwed.
I haven’t checked in with my parents, and I was supposed to do that daily. They didn’t approve of my mission, but they also knew they couldn’t do anything about it. I graduated the year Harry dropped out and I haven’t found a job yet. My grandmother left my brother and me a small inheritance and now that he was gone, the bank transferred that money to me. I moved into a small dingy apartment, so if shit got bad no one would know about my parents or where they lived.
I had no idea what Mack would think about me leaving with Jaxon and not contacting him. He didn’t know where I lived and I could only hope he didn’t snoop through my purse. That cover and idea were blown now thanks to them.
The girls set me straight last night. I was safe here, and Jaxon seemed to care, but I had to find my brother’s killer. I was on a little break at the moment but I’d figure things out eventually and start over. Or get Jaxon to help me. I wasn’t sure what he actually did for work, but I knew he was undercover, so that meant police officer or detective and that was good for me. Maybe they could do a better job than Detective Smith.
I moved from the window and saw that Jaxon was talking to someone out in the hallway; probably that cop at the door. At least he wanted to help and as much as I liked a man in uniform, he was too young for me.
Jaxon swung his arm out as if he was stopping someone, so I made my way across the room and out the door. I barely caught a figure of someone walking around the corner when Jaxon spoke, “We need to leave.”
“We just got here,” I informed him.
“Sofia’s parents are on the way and I don’t have time for that meeting.”
“I’m sure she wants-”
“No,” he cut me off, walking passed me and yelled, “Yo!” into the room.
Sofia popped her head up and knew right away that it was time to go. She bent forward, kissed Kennedy a few more times, whispered a few words, and had tears down her cheeks when she slipped off the bed and walked towards us. I wasn’t here to make friends, but I liked the girls and Randy. I also told them my story. It wasn’t planned but I had a few shots and it just came out. It felt nice talking about it with someone. Randy was a hoot also. He talked, but never said much. We knew he was in some kind of witness protection, but that was it. He said the less we knew, the better we were.
We headed back the way we came, all silent. Sofia was an emotional wreck and I hoped with this visit, seeing him, knowing he was okay, that she could relax a little. I know she didn’t sleep much last night because she tossed and turned in the bed. She said it was because the material was itchy. Marvey started
“Jax.”
I popped my head up and saw Smith walking down the hallway. “The parents are on their way; need to wrap this shit up. Don’t need them getting pissed off their daughter’s not at the safe house.”
“Christ.”
“They’re a pain in my ass,” he started. “Calling all the time, bringing their lawyers into this shit of a mess.”
“Lawyers?”
“They want their daughter. They think they can do a better job.”
“She’s fine.”
“I know this. I trust you boys.”
“Good.”
“Kennedy asked them to back down, got them to hold off on the lawyer thing, but they still want their daughter back.”
“It’s only been a day.”
“No shit,” he said, almost reaching the room.
“Wait.” I put my arm out stopping him from going any further. “Harper’s in there.”
“Fuck that,” he muttered, turning around and walked back the way he came.
Harper
I liked the house, the view, and the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere. I really did. But it wasn’t helping me any. I couldn’t get anything done. My purse, phone, and all my personal information were in my purse, which was in the car. Mack’s car. A car I had no access to, and probably would never get back. Mack might find my real ID, then I’d be screwed.
I haven’t checked in with my parents, and I was supposed to do that daily. They didn’t approve of my mission, but they also knew they couldn’t do anything about it. I graduated the year Harry dropped out and I haven’t found a job yet. My grandmother left my brother and me a small inheritance and now that he was gone, the bank transferred that money to me. I moved into a small dingy apartment, so if shit got bad no one would know about my parents or where they lived.
I had no idea what Mack would think about me leaving with Jaxon and not contacting him. He didn’t know where I lived and I could only hope he didn’t snoop through my purse. That cover and idea were blown now thanks to them.
The girls set me straight last night. I was safe here, and Jaxon seemed to care, but I had to find my brother’s killer. I was on a little break at the moment but I’d figure things out eventually and start over. Or get Jaxon to help me. I wasn’t sure what he actually did for work, but I knew he was undercover, so that meant police officer or detective and that was good for me. Maybe they could do a better job than Detective Smith.
I moved from the window and saw that Jaxon was talking to someone out in the hallway; probably that cop at the door. At least he wanted to help and as much as I liked a man in uniform, he was too young for me.
Jaxon swung his arm out as if he was stopping someone, so I made my way across the room and out the door. I barely caught a figure of someone walking around the corner when Jaxon spoke, “We need to leave.”
“We just got here,” I informed him.
“Sofia’s parents are on the way and I don’t have time for that meeting.”
“I’m sure she wants-”
“No,” he cut me off, walking passed me and yelled, “Yo!” into the room.
Sofia popped her head up and knew right away that it was time to go. She bent forward, kissed Kennedy a few more times, whispered a few words, and had tears down her cheeks when she slipped off the bed and walked towards us. I wasn’t here to make friends, but I liked the girls and Randy. I also told them my story. It wasn’t planned but I had a few shots and it just came out. It felt nice talking about it with someone. Randy was a hoot also. He talked, but never said much. We knew he was in some kind of witness protection, but that was it. He said the less we knew, the better we were.
We headed back the way we came, all silent. Sofia was an emotional wreck and I hoped with this visit, seeing him, knowing he was okay, that she could relax a little. I know she didn’t sleep much last night because she tossed and turned in the bed. She said it was because the material was itchy. Marvey started
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