Chapter Fifteen
Sawyer
I look out the window at a perfectly normal house in the suburbs. Damon impatiently sits in the passenger seat next to me. The house's front door opens and out walks a short black- haired woman. Before she leaves, she kisses the shorter blonde-haired woman.
“Are we tailing her or staying?” I ask Damon. He looks at the house and watches the front door shut.
“Staying. That was Clara Baker,” he says. Matteo sits in the back seat waiting for the okay to question this woman. He’s been on board with finding Sarah as soon as Damon talked about her.
“Do we go in?” Matteo asks. I look between him and Damon, waiting for an answer.
“Let’s go,” Damon says. It takes me by surprise. I had to blink to make sure I understood him correctly. It's broad daylight out and even if we don’t intend on causing harm to this person, we don’t look like the friendly bunch. Three men over six feet all with tattoos and piercings. I don’t have piercings, but Damon and Matteo do, and they don’t know how to put on a friendly face to save their life .
“Wait, shouldn’t we have a plan?” I ask while following them both to the porch.
“We do. We knock, she opens the door, we go inside and find out where Sarah is,” Matteo says with determination. I look at Damon and he is hyper-focused on the front door. I can feel in my gut that this may not go as well as I’d hoped. I want to find Sarah just as much as they do, but I don’t want to raise suspicion. Before I can object, Damon knocks on the door.
All three of us wait for the door to open and no one comes. Damon knocks again and waits impatiently. Matteo is scanning the house, no doubt looking for another way inside. If I was this woman I wouldn’t open the door either.
“ Maybe just one of us should come back,” I suggest.
Damon whips around and narrows his eyes. “No, if she knows where Sarah is, then I will find out.” As soon as he finishes his sentence the door slowly opens. Clara Baker stands in the doorway and eyes all three of us. If I weren’t mistaken, I would say there was amusement on her face. She is nothing compared to us towering over her.
“ What can I help you with?” she asks.
Damon looks behind her inside the house. “We need to talk to you.” Matteo steps beside him, no doubt to intimidate her, but she fucking smiles.
“Do you think he is going to scare me? I heard you mention Sarah. She is dead, I’d appreciate it if you,” she peeks around Damon and looks me up and down. “All three of you get off my front porch.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so unfazed by our presence. I have to bite my lip to hide my smirk. I think I’m going to like getting this woman to talk. She goes to close the door and Damon shoves his boot in the door jam.
“Yeah that’s not going to happen,” he rushes inside and we follow. Matteo scans and then looks at me. I follow his eyes and spot the camera.
“This whole place is loaded with cameras. All of your faces have been captured. If you’re planning on doing anything, I’d advise against it,” she crosses her arms.
“What did you mean when you said Sarah is dead?” Matteo asks.
She tilts her head to the side and looks at him up and down. “Do you have a brain under all of that? Or is all that hair just to hide the fact that you're an idiot?” she squares up Matteo. I’ve never seen him so knocked off of focus. If she was anyone else he would have swung already.
“You’re very talkative, aren’t you? Get talking about Sarah,” Damon steps forward and towers over her. She slowly looks up at him and smirks. This is my kind of girl.
“Like I told your idiot friend over,” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence because Damon clamps his hand around her throat. Her brows furrow and she focuses on Damon.
“Enough. I’ve been looking for her and I know you know where she is,” he tightens his grip around her throat and her eyes widen. Her eyes meet mine and that gut feeling is back again. I stand next to Matteo and let Damon do what he needs. After we have dealt with her, I can wipe the cameras.
Damon drags her into the dining room and pushes her into a chair. Matteo disappears and I hear drawers opening and closing until he is back in the room with us .
“Hands,” I demand. The hate in her eyes shines brighter than the sun. I duct tape her hands behind the chair and toss the tape back to Matteo.
“ What about her feet?” Matteo asks.
“ That won't be necessary. Will it?” Damon asks Clara. She spits in his face and it lands on his cheek.
“Fuck you,” she spats. Her blonde hair sits perfectly over her breast as she wiggles to try to get loose.
“We just need to find Sarah,” I speak up. She turns
toward me and I wait for the insults to come, but she doesn’t say anything.
“We know all about you Clara. Twenty-six years old, grew up in foster care, both parents dead, murder-suicide. The only thing we missed was that girlfriend of yours, but that is a very interesting add-on.”
“You leave her out of this,” Clara sits forward. “Sarah was my foster sister and like I keep telling you, she is dead.”
D amon smirks. “You see, I just don’t believe that.
You’ll have to convince me otherwise.”
“Untie me and I can show you her death certificate. I was the only family she had.”
“She is very hard to find after she aged out of foster care,” I say.
“Would you want to be found if you endured hell and barely survived?” Clara asks. Damon falters a bit and even though he tries to hide it, I notice.
“ Where is it?” Damon asks.
Clara looks back at Damon. “On my computer.”
“Where?” Matteo asks.
“Untie me and I’ll show you,” she teases .
“Absolutely not. Go find it,” Damon tells Matteo.
“Even if he finds it, he won't be able to get inside,”
Clara clarifies. “It’s security is something no one will be able to crack.”
“Except for me,” I say proudly.
Matteo comes back with the laptop and sets it on the table. I sit down and open it to check what I’m working with. She wasn’t kidding when she said she secured her files. Damon and Matteo leave to search the house while I try to crack into her computer.
“You won’t get in. No matter how hard you try,” Clara
says.
“ You have no idea who you're talking to. I can crack
anything.”
“ Not that,” she says confidently. I hear the guys
upstairs rustling through the rooms. Clara sits perfectly still and looks into the kitchen.
“You sure about that?” I flip the computer to show that I’ve gotten past her first security wall.
She smirks and looks back at the kitchen. “Every file
has its own lock. You’ll never figure them out. If you untie me I could do it in a second,” she suggests. I contemplate letting her out of the chair to make this go faster.
“ Shit,” Matteo yells from upstairs.
“Looks like the boys weren’t too careful,” Clara says in amusement. I run to the stairs abandoning the computer and Clara.
“What happened?” I yell. Damon and Matteo come
moments later and tell me to get Clara and have her put in the code for her security system. They must have tripped it with one of the doors up here. This woman must be paranoid if her whole house is rigged. I run back to the dining room and the chair is empty and the laptop is gone.