Chapter Six
After he parked around back, in a spot not visible from the road, he pushed his way into the dingy room and glanced back cautiously. No one inhabited the parking lot. No one had followed.
Shouldering his way past Sasha, he drew his gun and prowled around the room, checking every corner and closet. Empty. “Come in. Shut the door. Lock and deadbolt it.”
She did, her gaze skittering over the kitchenette, the loveseat in front of the vintage TV, grimy windows, and crappy carpet.
Nick saw the instant she realized the room had one bed.
He’d done it to keep her close. And because he’d been a stupid bastard too tempted to pass up the opportunity to hold her, even if all they did was sleep.
It had been a long time since he’d just breathed in a female and held her body against his.
And he craved the chance to touch this woman.
“Now what?” Sasha made her way into the room, her nervous gaze jerky, her respiration unsteady. “Are we going to the location tonight?”
Nick shook his head. “I need to call Xander for a little help first. I also need to ask you some questions.”
“I’ve told you everything.”
“That you think is relevant,” he corrected. “Tell me about the week leading up to Mike’s death. His body was discovered on Friday morning, right?”
Nick already knew the answer. The moment he’d heard the news—one of his last while out on bail—was forever seared in his brain. His rigged trial had begun the day of Mike’s murder. The evening he’d learned of his friend’s demise, he’d officially become a convicted rapist.
Wasn’t the timing ironic?
“Yes. But I knew something was wrong on Wednesday night,” she said.
“He came home late. He was too quiet. Very distracted. When I asked if he was all right, he said something had happened at work and he didn’t want to talk about it.
After dinner, he sequestered himself in his home office. He didn’t come to bed until…late.”
“He called me that Wednesday night and told me that Clifford was onto him. He wanted to know how to protect you and Harper.” Nick shook his head. “I instructed him to leave you a list of account names, passwords, and contacts, so you’d have ready cash and help.”
That had her gaping in surprise. “You did?”
He nodded. “Mike was afraid for his safety, but he was more worried about you two.”
“That sounds like him. He didn’t come home Thursday night.
Didn’t answer texts or phone calls. I left voice mails…
” Sasha fought tears valiantly. “In the middle of the night, I started looking through his home office for clues. At first, I wondered if he had a lover or something, but the night before…” She blushed, and Nick could guess that Mike had made love to his wife, fearing it would be the last time.
“In the top drawer, in an envelope with my name written on the front, sat a letter which accounted for every dime we had saved. I knew something terrible had happened then. A police officer knocked on my door a few hours later.”
Goddamn it. “I’m sorry. I promised Mike I’d take care of you.
Even as my trial was going on, I hoped I wouldn’t actually be convicted.
” And he felt like shit that he’d been dumb enough to be framed and had been unable to keep his promise.
“I hoped truth and logic would prevail. I never even got to testify on my own behalf and bring up the fact that Fiona was Clifford’s niece or that I’d been investigating the crooked DA.
I found out later that the bastard had threatened my attorney’s children. ”
Sasha looked stunned. “How is Clifford still holding office?”
Nick grimaced. “Like all successful politicians, he smiles well, placates his special interests, and is a damn good liar.”
“Well…all that detailed information you told him to leave me was a saving grace. After Mike’s funeral that Monday, I withdrew every dime we had.
I put the house up for sale, quit my job, sold my car, withdrew Harper from preschool.
Clifford’s goons threatened me before we could go underground with our stash of cash.
I’ve had some close calls since then. There was once I would have sworn we wouldn’t escape—” She bit back the rest, as if she’d rather forget.
“Deep breath. That’s in the past.” He caressed her shoulder, then paced to the chair across the room. “I just wish like hell I’d gotten out sooner or been able to talk to you. It would have saved you a lot of shit.”
“You really know where Mike stashed his evidence?” she breathed as if his assertion was too good to believe.
He nodded. “I’m pretty sure. Did Mike ever tell you how we met?”
“He said you beat up some bullies who were bothering him.”
A fond smile tugged at his lips. “Mike and I should never have been friends. He was a scrawny thirteen-year-old from swanky Lakeshore Drive. I was a seventeen-year-old with a record who lived near the projects. My dad had run off, and my mom moved us here from Jersey. She thought it would be romantic to live in New Orleans.” He snorted.
“It would have been better if she’d had a job and some cash saved.
They should never have called that shithole we moved to Desire; no one wanted to live there.
But Mike and some church youth group came to the ’hood on a do-gooder mission to change our lives for an afternoon or whatever.
He got separated from his adult handler.
He was so shiny that he looked rich, and some of the kids on my block were shaking him down for the goodies in his pockets and beating the hell out of him in the process. ”
“You stopped them,” Sasha murmured, cocking her head as if she was seeing him for the first time.
Nick didn’t want her getting the idea that he was any sort of hero. “I don’t like an unfair fight. I evened the odds, is all.”
“But you didn’t have to. You chose to.” She cocked her head, dissecting him with her stare, and Nick paused, wary of the way she’d said that, as if he was good or worthy. “Just like you could have shut the door in my face last night. Or taken advantage of me when I was on my knees. Why didn’t you?”
“I’m an opportunistic prick, not a heartless bastard. I’m not going to keep a sick kid in the rain.” He scowled. “Do you want to hear the rest of this or not?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and paced away from him, bristling at his tone. He mentally filed away that trick to keep distance between them. “Carry on.”
“After I got the kids in the ’hood to back off, I helped Mike return to his group. After that, he and his family kind of…adopted me. Jeanine tried to mother me.”
That made Sasha smile. “My mother-in-law tried to mother everyone. Mike was crushed when she passed away.”
Nick had been when he’d heard, too. “At least the heart attack was fast. Mike’s dad was a great guy. He often tried to give me guidance back then since my old man took off.”
“Glen is lonely in that home, I’m sure. I’ve wished a million times that I could visit him, but I don’t dare risk putting him in danger. He probably thinks I’ve deserted him.”
Same here. Nick had never had the balls to tell the old man that he’d managed to add to his rap sheet. Even if the conviction had been pure bullshit, he hadn’t wanted to see the censure on the old man’s face. “When this is over, I’ll go see him. I’m sure he misses Mike like hell.”
She nodded. “I’ll take Harper to see him. He’d like that. Sorry to keep getting us sidetracked. So they kind of took you in…”
“Yeah, when Glen was still running the freight company, he was having some theft problems. I helped him figure out who was robbing him blind. He suggested I become a P.I.” Nick shrugged. “It stuck. So I owe him. But you know Mike had a major Star Wars thing as a kid, right?”
She huffed. “As an adult, too. God, he loved that stuff. It killed me to sell all his LEGO collectible sets and figurines.”
“But you couldn’t take it with you, and you needed the money.”
“Yeah. I was shocked to find out that the LEGO Death Star thing from 2005 was worth nearly three thousand dollars.”
“If he’d bought the damn Millennium Falcon LEGO set, like I told him to, back in 2007, that sucker is worth six times that now.
” Nick shook his head because even he couldn’t believe the value of little plastic pieces.
“Anyway, when he was a kid, we would meet in City Park a lot. He’d ride his bike down from Lakeshore, usually accompanied by Jeanine.
We often hung out at Popp Bandstand. Know where that is? ”
She nodded. “I had my bridal pictures taken there.”
He would bet she’d looked beautiful in white lace and innocence with one of the city’s most delicate structures as her backdrop. “During summer evenings, we’d stay late. Sometimes a live band would play.”
“The city is so full of music. That’s one thing I loved about it.”
“Yeah. And fireworks would light up the sky. That’s when Mike loved to pretend he was Luke Skywalker. I was Han Solo. We were in a raging battle, and the bandstand was the Death Star. He was going to be the hero, by god. I helped.”
“You indulged a kid. Most teenagers would have ignored him.”
Being with Mike had given him the opportunity to be a kid again, too. He’d barely gotten the chance to be one since his dad had taken off and money had become scarce. “I liked him.”
“He was a wonderful man and I miss him every day.”
Of course she’d loved him. Mike had always been a lucky bastard.
“Me, too,” Nick murmured.
“So you think the evidence is somewhere around the bandstand?”
“Yeah. But I need to call Xander, see if he can find out about the surveillance in the area, if there are any upcoming events… That kind of thing. It’s a public place, and there’s a coffeehouse nearby.
It’s likely someone will see us. We have to seem as inconspicuous as possible, try not to draw too much attention. ”
“We can ask him about Harper, too, right?”
She must worry about her daughter like crazy. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone worried about him like that. If they ever had. “Sure.”
As he drew out his phone, she disappeared into the room’s little bath.
He heard the splash of water, a long sigh.
Sasha was trying to keep herself together.
Nick would rather she leaned on him, but he knew why she wouldn’t.
And it was better this way. Less emotional, fewer opportunities to trip on temptation.
Comforting her could be disastrous for his self-control.
Thankfully, Xander answered on the first ring, distracting him. “You there?”
“Yeah. I need another favor.”
“I need a new head of security,” the younger Santiago quipped. “Can we work something out?”
“Bastard. Focus.” Nick asked his questions about Popp Bandstand. “Can you find that out?”
On the other end of the line, he could hear Xander clicking. “I don’t see any events in the next forty-eight hours. I can’t tell you about surveillance, man. Finding that information would take me getting behind a firewall or something, and you know I’m a lover, not a hacker.”
Damn it. And Nick didn’t have a computer with him so he could tap into the city’s security. “Every female north of Lake Pontchartrain knows that, man. And a few south, too, I’m sure.”
“I only have eyes for my wife now.”
With anyone else, Nick would have called bullshit, but from everything he’d seen, Xander was dead serious. “Mike left Sasha a key. I have no idea what it belongs to. Anything in the area that makes sense? It would have to be something he felt sure no one would disturb for months…years.”
“I haven’t been to New Orleans in a while. Sorry. I’ll ask Javier. If he can think of something, I’ll ring you back.”
Sasha emerged from the bathroom. Their eyes met.
Hers pleaded. Nick wished she wanted him half as much as she wanted his phone right now, but he couldn’t afford to be a dumb, desperate fidiot.
Jesus, why hadn’t he managed to get laid before she’d knocked on his door last night?
On the other hand, would it have mattered?
“Great,” he said to Xander. “I’m going to pass you to Sasha so she can ask you about Harper.”
“Sure. Good kid. She seems to be improving.”
Nick was glad to hear it. She probably had Mike’s disposition, too. “Talk to you later.”
When he handed the phone to Sasha, she clutched it like a lifeline. “Hi. How’s Harper?”
Xander must have said something reassuring because she smiled as if someone had lifted a megaton weight from her slender shoulders.
Cupping her elbow, Nick snagged her attention. “I’m running to the drugstore down the street. I think I’ve got a plan to get us into the park without raising too many eyebrows. Hungry?”
She shook her head. “The burger filled me up.”
He nodded. “Lock up behind me. Don’t answer the door for anyone else. I’ll be back.”
She gave him an absent nod, then turned her attention to the call once more. “So she fell right asleep? Is the medicine helping? Did she cry at bedtime?”
He slipped out the door, hearing the click of the deadbolt, and hit the twenty-four-hour pharmacy nearby, grabbing supplies with a bit of help and tossing them into the basket.
When he got to the cashier, Nick figured Sasha wouldn’t like everything he’d bought…
but better safe than sorry. And if she wanted to fight about it, he would handle that, too.