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There didn’t appear to be any security cameras at the garage entrance or inside, at least none that was obvious and would deter potential perpetrators. The lighting sucked in the garage, making it easy for anyone to be hiding. He didn’t like any of it.As he parked the truck and killed the engine, he looked over at her. “Are you doing okay?” The question made him strangely uncomfortable because he shouldn't care. She finally met his gaze and nodded curtly. “I’m fine.”That was debatable.Clearing her throat, she reached for the door handle. “Thank you for taking me home.” She said, “I came all this way, so I’m going to check out your apartment.”She was out of his truck with surprising quickness, slamming the door. He cursed under his breath and climbed out, finding her standing near his side, hand extended.“I’m going to need the note, please.” Her voice was clipped, professional, and cool.His eyes narrowed. Instead of handing it over, he walked around her and headed toward the en
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Wondering who actually took the time to get personalized stationery made, he pulled out the note and unfolded it. It was definitely a match. The word was written in childish, blockish handwriting.His eyes met hers. Part of him wanted to tell her that it could be coincidental. But he was a logical man. Unless Vanessa wrote the note and threw the rock through her own windshield, someone had slipped into her apartment at some point and retrieved the stationery from her desk. That had to be taken seriously.Vanessa fixed her glasses, her bottom lip trembling as she spoke. “Someone’s been in my apartment.”His chest tightened as real fear snaked up his spine. “I think it’s time that I look at those notes.” —-------So many different emotions swirled through Vanessa as she sat in her living room, watching Alaric pore over the notes in her kitchen. Anger. Frustration. Fear. They mingled together, causing her to go from furious to terrified in seconds and giving her one fierce headache. Som
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Finally, he pulled a chair over and eyed the air- conditioning vent in the ceiling. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out a pocket knife and used it to remove the screws. “Got it,” he declared. He took out a small camera, examining it with interest. “Pretty damn sophisticated. We need to look for these in the rest of the house.” That said, he got down from the chair, dropped the camera on the floor and crunched it to pieces under his boot.It turned out there were six more cameras placed in vents all through the house. The one in her bedroom bothered her the worst, though she supposed she should count her blessings that Alaric didn’t find one in her bathroom.He destroyed every single camera. “I wonder how long this SOB has been watching you.” His voice simmered with anger.“I don’t know.” She caught herself about to chew on her fingernail, a habit she’d broken herself of years ago. “But right now, I need to figure out a place to go. I want out of here.”“Shh.” He put his finger again
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His head tilted slightly. Through the layers of her starched and stiff clothing, she felt his stare move from the tips of her shoes to the top of her head. His lips curved up as his gaze locked with hers. “I’ll get back to you on that, Mrs Spencer.”After Alaric left, Vanessa quickly gathered up a day or two’s worth of clothing and some personal stuff. She packed it up neatly and exited the apartment after calling for a cab. Paranoia kept causing her to look over her shoulder as she waited for the cab to arrive. She ended up checking into a hotel. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and rolled her suitcase to the bed. Looking around the room, the queen-size bed with square pillows, the desk and the TV, she let out a deep sigh. She plopped down on the bed, wishing she’d had the foresight to grab a carton of ice cream from her freezer. It felt like it was going to be one of those “look at your life, look at your choices” kinds of night, and she needed chocolate to deal with that
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From what Zack had told Alaric, as the club had expanded, he’d chosen four men to act as his lieutenants under him. Without telling Zack, one of these men had begun selling guns. When Zack learned of this, he’d been okay with it, but he’d drawn the line at getting involved in drugs.Now, BOS was one of the largest drug dealers in the country. Some of the weapons had been sold to known terrorist groups, which is why Alaric had been sent undercover. The investigation so far would be hard-pressed to directly tie Zack to anything. He had four lieutenants under him who carried out the day-to-day operations. Alaric had tons of stuff on these men, more than enough to arrest and indict them. But the police wanted the big guns, the people who provided the weapons and drugs to BOS. Since they were a huge and violent cartel, Alaric doubted they would be able to do much about them. Twice he’d refused an offer to extend his undercover work into the cartel. He had no intention of going there or dea
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“Want me to see if I can track down some of the numbers? I got a friend who’s a friend of a player on the Falcons. And obviously I can’t do nothing else but sit behind a desk.”Alaric laughed as he pushed the list over. “Who do you know?”“Remember the Redskins cheerleader two years ago? The one who was being stalked by that parolee? Well, we’ve stayed in contact. I’m sure she can make a few calls and point us in the right direction.”Alaric shook his head. “Yeah, I bet the contact you’ve been staying in has been totally professional and doesn’t involve your cock.”“I am not talking to you about my cock.”Alaric's eyes narrowed. “Do I need to remind you of the number-one rule?”“Whatever.” Paul pushed himself up. “You don't have to. I'm engaged to a beautiful woman now. I should be the one asking you…. Do I need to remind you about the rule?”“Shut the fuck up.”Paul laughed as he ambled out of the office, closing the door behind him. Looking back at the screen, Alaric let about five
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With that, there was a distinctive click and Alaric was gone. She slowly placed the phone back on her desk. “Who was that?” Anita asked. She debated lying, but decided not to. Might as well get it out there now. “Alaric Harper.” She replied,Anita nearly came out of her seat. “As in, the Detective…. Detective Alaric Harper, right?”She nodded as she stood. “You know he's the one in charge of Christopher's case,"“I see.” Anita stood, her green eyes twinkling. “So what were you doing talking about lunch plans with him?”The way Anita said “him” made her uneasy. She headed for the door. “He's been helping me out…You know, with the car trouble, the notes and the cameras in my apartment.”“But that doesn’t explain lunch or dinner or why your face was red through the whole call.” Anita ducked her, blocking the exit. “Are you seeing Alaric?”Vanessa laughed. “No. We’re friends.” The word sounded lame even to her ears.“Are you telling me the truth?”Her brows pinched. “Yes. I’m telling yo
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“Hell no. I’m already itching to get back to her, so I’m sure as hell not going to spend half the night away just in case she gets sicker.”“Then you should be home.”Paul glanced at him. “Like I said, she threatened to kick my ass. You know how she gets.”Alaric laughed. Emily was a tiny thing, but he wouldn’t put it past her to make good on her threat. “You should pick her up some ginger ale and crackers.”“Yes, Mom.”Alaric flipped him off as he kicked his leg off the coffee table and leaned back. His thoughts wandered to the phone call he’d made to Vanessa earlier and a small grin pulled at his lips. He’d flustered the unflusterable and didn’t that fill him with a ridiculous amount of smugness? He really shouldn’t be messing with her, considering the situation she was in, but he just couldn’t help himself.His own phone sat like a stone on the arm of the sofa. He hadn’t expected Vanessa to call him, even if she’d said that she would. It wasn’t like her, but damn if he wasn’t secon