Lola followed Keller’s instructions to the letter. She waited outside Laurel’s building, and five minutes later, a cab pulled up. She got into the back and gave the driver directions to the mall just outside town, not too far from the airstrip. And then she sat back and waited.
Her phone was buzzing in her hand as the car rolled across town. She flicked the screen for her notifications, hoping that she would see something from Gunner, and terrified that she wouldn’t have anything from him at all. The messages weren’t from Gunner, and that didn’t surprise her. They were from Cassidy, which made her more than a little nervous, given the messages she’d gotten that had turned out to be from Keller. But at the same moment, she couldn’t bring herself to stop trusting everyone. That way would lie madness or some other clichéd phrase.
Gunner had told her, while they’d been tangled up holding each other last night, that he’d had someone run by and check on Cassidy. He’d given her Lola’s new number, so it was entirely sensible that she would be reaching out. And glancing at the time, it was her afternoon break. So, it all lined up.
Hey, are you okay? The message read. Covered for you at work again but getting really scared. Please get in touch.
Lola only hesitated for one more minute before she started typing. I’m okay, but you’re not wrong to be nervous. Has anything strange happened?
No, but where are you? Need to talk. Someone came by my house last night!
One of the good guys, I think. Lola glanced up as the car switched lanes; they were pulling into the mall’s parking lot now. I need to go. I’ll be in touch soon, I promise. She bit her lip, considering, and then typed in one last message. If you hear from someone named Gunner, you can trust him.
The cab pulled up to the main entrance. Lola reached into her pocket, but the driver waved her off. “Was paid, already, tip too,” he said, and Lola didn’t know what to do other than nod, step out of the car, and let him drive off. At least she was somewhere public now; it seemed unlikely that a killer would try to gun her down in the middle of a mall or something. Unless he was willing to take out the entire mall to protect whatever secret he was hiding.
She forced herself to get a grip and stop panicking. Keller had said that he would get to the mall a good bit later than she would; the wet spot on her thigh had dried enough that it was now chafing, and she wanted some new leggings. And a purse, if she was going to be walking around like this all afternoon.
***
When Lola settled down on the bench across from the food court, she felt much refreshed. Clean clothes — she hadn’t thought through bringing a change with her when she raced off to Gunner’s apartment last night — a new purse, a cup of coffee, and a clip for her hair left her feeling like an entirely new woman. Funny that it sometimes took so little to make her feel entirely new.
Keller had told her to meet him here, on this bench, but she was completely alone as she sat and waited. There was an older gentleman sitting across from her, but with his thick mustache and bushy eyebrows, he looked more like Mark Twain than the spare, sallow man who had put her in a car and handed her off to vicious men just a few days ago.
Of course, until he shifted and looked up, and those cunning blue eyes were staring at her. She managed not to gasp; there was absolutely no damn way she was going to give him that much satisfaction. He leaned heavily on a cane as he stood and crossed over to her, sitting down next to her like a kind old uncle. She wondered how many weapons he had stashed on him right now. And would he actually need any of them if he decided he wanted to kill her?
“I am pleased to see you here, Miss Sykes,” he said, and his voice was just the same as it had been on the phone, “and I want to thank you for following my instructions so carefully. I’m very sorry I had to leave you in the hands of those ruffians before. I hope your treatment was — well, it’s too much to hope they treated you well, I suppose, but I hope they did not harm you unduly.”
There was nothing for it. Lola leaned over and put her head in her hands for a moment, rubbing at her temples, before lifting it again. “I cannot believe you just said ruffians. You are actually as old as you look.”
That quirked what might have been a smile under the ridiculous, but really well applied, mustache. If she hadn’t seen him just twenty-four hours before, she never would’ve guessed that it was fake. “To business, then?”
“I didn’t come out here for shopping,” she said. Which was patently untrue, especially given the purse and shopping bag at her feet, but — well, she wouldn’t have been out here if it weren’t for him, and he could damn well talk. “Where’s the girl?”
“Safe,” he said. “But not for all that much longer.”
“I want her back. What do you want from me?”
Keller shook his head, and for a moment, Lola almost thought there was something sad in his eyes. “I am so surprised that you still haven’t figured it out. None of this is about the girl. The girl was in the wrong place at the wrong time. They’re convinced she knows something. Maybe she does, and maybe she doesn’t, but they think she does, and they’ll do anything to protect themselves.”
“It’s about how her mother died, isn’t it?”
One of those bushy eyebrows cocked up for just a moment. “Well then, you’ve been paying more attention than I thought. Good for you. But what could the child possibly know?”
“I don’t know,” Lola said, resisting the urge to punch the wooden bench. It wouldn’t help, it would hurt her hand, and it would probably make this S.O.B. laugh at her. Three losses made it a no-go. “She was a baby when her mother was killed. An actual infant. What could she possibly know?”
Keller leaned back, his knees spread wide, his cane resting between them, his hands on the top of his cane, every inch the gentleman at leisure.
“Let me tell you a story. A fictional story, of course, one that doesn’t have a single element of truth. Nothing verifiable, anyway. Let’s say that a young woman, a young mother, in fact, was trying to get her life on the right track, provide a good world for her new baby. Let’s say that woman got a job working for a group whose mission statement was to take down crooks and thieves, protect the David’s of the world from the Goliaths because truth be told, that headshot was one in a million, and most of the time, David misses. Let’s consider what would happen if that same woman, when she had just barely started her new job, uncovered a piece of information.”
“What sort of information?”
“Something incriminating. Something explosive. Something that could put all sorts of people in danger. Of course, such an idealistic young woman would want to see justice brought. It makes complete sense. Wouldn’t you say?”
“I’m with you so far,” Lola said, although she still wasn’t understanding what Grace had to do with this story.
“You look like a woman who has experienced how far powerful men will go to protect their secrets. They will stop at nothing. They’ll hire a man like me,” he said, giving a gracious little bow of his head. “They’ll kill with impunity.”
“Hold on, wait — wait. Are you saying you—”
He held up a finger. “I’m not saying a goddamn thing, you hear me? And even if I were saying anything, I was not a part of this organization when Samantha Jenner was killed. I had nothing to do with any of it, and if I had known what the hell this group was willing to do, I would have gone and found myself a fucking more principled group to ally with. There are enough murderers in the world, there’s no purpose to killing innocents. Or even low-level regular people. Save the bullets for the murderers.”
There was a rage in his eyes, an unsettled and unbalanced fury that made Lola’s stomach grow cold and wish it could run and hide behind her backbone. And then it passed, and he laughed, and he was that merry old man again.
“Would that idealistic young woman have left a record somewhere of something that she discovered? Something her child uncovered years later? I don’t know, Miss Sykes. But I do know that this child was put in danger, through no fault of her own, and I will not have it.”
She didn’t mean to do it, but her hand touched him, her fingers tightening on his forearm. “Then give her to me, and let me protect her.”
He shook his head, and for the love of God, he actually looked incredibly sad. “If I thought you could, I would, Miss Sykes. It’s just not that simple. I wish it were. Now, there are some men coming to talk to you. I promise you, I will keep the child safe as long as I can, but I urge you. Work with Mr. Grisham, and find out everything you can. Find out what she knows, and give it to them, so that they leave you in peace.” He smiled, but it was cold. “I am a very bad man, and I still do not want to be on the wrong side of these men.”
He stood up, all the fluidity gone from his movement. “Thank you, miss,” he said, in a completely different voice, one that quavered and shook. “I’m so sorry for bothering you.” He started to walk away while Lola stared, trying to understand what was happening. Which meant that when the men in suits came up on either side of her, she didn’t even think to try and run.