Page 123 of The Hitman and the Psychic

“Oh my gosh! That’s right. It was from him. Bruce Lawrence. That’s where I’ve heard that name before.”

“Exactly. He’s been encroaching on my business for a while, and I think he decided to make his move. At least that’s what it looks like, since he owns the property that Johnny blew up. We need to pay him a visit and find out what he’s up to.”

He met my gaze. “And I’d like you to come with us. You might be the key to uncovering his secrets. Will you come?”

“Sure. If it’s tied to Nate, I’d like to finish the job.”

“Good. Let me get Ricky and Slater. They’re coming with us.”

A few minutes later, we were all headed down to the parking garage. As we passed Nate’s motorcycle, I slowed to glance at it and let out a sigh. I’d made sure to wear my leather jacket, just in case I could get a ride.

“Hold up,” Nate said, calling to the others. “We’ll meet you there.” Without waiting for a response from them, he pulled me over to the bike.

Barely able to hold in my excitement, I grinned up at him. “How did you know?”

“Babe… it’s what made you fall in love with me. Right?”

I raised a brow. “Maybe. I mean… it definitely helped.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“Well… it could have been seeing you without your shirt for the first time…” I sent him a saucy smile. “Then there’s the way you kiss me… and you really are quite handy—”

A car honked, and I practically jumped out of my skin.

With a chuckle, Nate pulled our helmets from the trunk of his car, handing mine over. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I guess we’ll have to finish the conversation later.”

I pushed my helmet on and fastened it like a pro. At least I’d learned how to do that right. We quickly mounted the bike and followed behind the black SUV.

I wrapped my arms around Nate, giving in to the enjoyment of the moment. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of this, either. And just thinking about all the rides ahead of us sent sunshine right into my heart.

Before I was ready, we pulled into the parking lot of an office building in a plaza on the other side of town.

With Vanetti taking the lead, we followed him into the building. We passed the receptionist’s desk, ignoring her cries that we couldn’t go into Lawrence’s office.

Vanetti opened the door and we followed him in, flanking his position and surrounding the man sitting at his desk. He was a big guy, but a little on the pudgy side. “What the—what is the meaning of this?”

“Hello, Lawrence.” Vanetti motioned to Ricky, who stepped back to lock the door. “I think we need to have a chat.”

Lawrence stiffened, then he moved to open his desk drawer.

Nate pulled his gun. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He motioned with his gun. “Hands on the desk.”

Letting out a huff, Lawrence placed his hands where we could see them. “I have no idea why you’d barge in here like this. What is this about?”

“I’d like you to explain why you told the police that Stone was involved in the explosion at your property yesterday.”

“How did you—” He swallowed. “That was confidential information.”

“And yet… you did. So what’s your plan? Trying to move in on my business?”

“No. Absolutely not. I know better than that.”

Vanetti glanced my way, then back at him. “Could Serenity borrow that pen you’re holding?”

I stepped forward and held out my hand.

“I guess.” He shrugged before handing it to me.

---