CHAPTER THIRTEEN

When I came out, dressed, Gabriel picked up the conversation as if I’d never left. “It seems clear that this is related to Pamela’s case.”

“Really? Or just clear enough that you could tack it onto her bill?”

Ice seeped into his eyes. “I am not looking for payment, Olivia.”

“Sure you are. A job means billing. Double-billing if you’re lucky.”

And there it was. Out on the table. His chance to defend himself.

Silence. That’s what I got. Sixty seconds of stone-cold silence.

“Go,” I said, turning away. “I appreciate you coming out here and—”

“I’m not leaving. You were attacked tonight, in case you’ve forgotten, and those locks on your door didn’t keep out a killer. Or me.”

I wasn’t sure which was worse. At least the killer had left.

“I’ll sleep on your sofa bed.”

“Hell, no,” I said.

“Don’t be dramatic, Olivia. I’ve done it before.”

He stood there, strumming with impatience. I glanced at the sofa, and I remembered looking out from my bedroom a week ago, seeing him there after Will Evans accused him of murdering his mother. I’d watched him sleeping, and I’d thought how young he looked, how vulnerable, and how, God help me, I trusted him. I’d trusted him.

“I don’t care if you’ve done it before,” I said. “You are never doing it again.”

Something flickered across his face, too fast to leave any impression before his eyes iced over. “All right. Then you’ll spend the remainder of the night at Rose’s.”

“I’m not—”

“Anderson is dead.”

“What?”

“Michael Anderson, Chandler’s bodyguard.”

“I know who you mean,” I said. “What happened?”

“He was in the hospital, under guard, and when they delivered his dinner, he was dead. He apparently overdosed on morphine, but somehow I don’t think he’s bright enough to have jiggered the dispensing system.”

“Definitely not. Murder, then.”

“Except, according to the guard, no one went in his room. I spent the evening at the hospital looking into it. I got home too late to notify you.”

“I thought you said you were out when I called. That’s why you came over.”

He waved off the distinction. “The point is that, between his death and the attack on you, it’s clear you shouldn’t be alone tonight. Moreover, you need someone to wake you every hour in case you have a concussion. Either you go to Rose’s or I stay here.”

“I’ll go to Rose’s.”

I went back into my room and grabbed my phone. When I came out, he was gathering the spilled contents of my purse and stuffing them back in.

“Ready?” Gabriel asked, straightening.

I nodded.

“It still works,” he said when I checked the lock on leaving. “I picked it. It’s a cheap dead bolt that only keeps out casual thieves. We’ll find you something better tomorrow and arrange for that security system.”

I nodded again. We headed out. In the stairwell, he said, “I could use your help investigating Ms. Conway and any links to Pamela’s case.”

“You think there are links? Because of the . . . postmortem mutilation?”

He glanced over sharply, and I knew he hadn’t considered that. As I said it, though, he did, those busy wheels churning.

“The mutilations have nothing in common,” he said. “But yes, I’ll give it more thought. In the meantime, there is a connection of some sort. There must be. Someone is warning you, and that someone has tracked you to Cainsville. I cannot imagine that is unrelated to your parents’ case. I cannot imagine you’ve made murderous enemies otherwise.”

He emphasized murderous as if clarifying that he’d certainly believed me capable of making enemies, just not to that degree. I could have taken offense at that, but in Gabriel’s world, if you aren’t making the occasional enemy, you aren’t trying hard enough.

“Back to the point. I could use your help,” he said. “I would pay you, of course.”

“I can’t—”

“It would be research based. There would be no need for you to come into the office. Interaction would be minimal.”

“I’m not arguing about the work, Gabriel. I’m already investigating. I’ll turn over anything you can use.”

We reached the ground floor.

“I’ll need to contact you, then,” he said. “I realize we have an agreement—”

“You’re helping investigate a threat against me. I don’t expect you to pass messages through a third party. Call, e-mail, text, whatever.”

He nodded and held the door for me.

—

Gabriel had a key to Rose’s house. He opened the door as he rang the bell in warning, then ushered me in and called, “It’s Gabriel,” up the stairs. He went to speak to Rose, leaving me in the front hall. I heard a whispered conversation, but it was brief and I didn’t catch what he said. Then he came down and escorted me up, past a closed door that I presumed led to Rose’s room, to an open door at the end. Inside was a spare bedroom.

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

“Only that you’d taken a blow to the head and shouldn’t be left alone. I would like to explain more, if you’re all right with that.”

“I am.”

“How much can I tell her?”

“Everything.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

“And thank you,” I said. “For tonight.”

He murmured something and backed out of the room.

—

My pounding head made it impossible to fall into anything resembling actual sleep. I should have taken a painkiller, but if Gabriel had caught me, he’d have insisted on that middle-of-the-night emergency room visit. So now I was lying in bed, picking up snatches of Rose and Gabriel talking downstairs. After a while, it was as if a door had been opened, and I could hear them clearly.

“—so when are you going to tell her?” Rose was saying.

“I don’t intend to.”

“Because you can’t prove it? That’s a ridiculous excuse and you know it. Tell her and—”

“No. This is better.”

“Better? How is this better, Gabriel?”

“I should go.”

“You’re not driving back to Chicago tonight.”

“I need—”

“It’s four A.M. You’ll take the other spare room.”

“I have to work—”

“It’s Sunday.”

“I’ve been busy with Pamela Larsen’s case and falling behind on paperwork.”

Rose sighed. “Fine. Go. I’ll speak to Olivia in the morning.”

“But not about—”

“Of course not.”

“She needs to see a doctor. She’ll argue—”

“I will look after Olivia for you, Gabriel.”

“That’s not—”

“Yes. I know. Now go.”