Page 166 of Somebody's Watching Me
He stopped abruptly and waited for a car to pass. Stop and go. Stop and go. They had been doing this in short intervals, their progress timed to the electricity in the subdivision going on and off.
From all around, people were starting to come out of their homes. Each of them stared up at the dwindling daylight as if it could explain why the multimillion-dollar beachfront bungalows couldn’t maintain a steady power supply.
“Where’s your phone?” Liam asked.
Jamison pulled her phone from her pocket. She had brought her usual one, and not a burner as instructed. “Why aren’t the Firewater generators working?”
Snatching the phone from her, he tossed it in a bush, and then threw his in with it. The power went out, and he again dragged her down the road. “Izzy is coming through to get those. We have two minutes.”
“Two minutes to what?”
He broke into a run, forcing her to match his speed. “Make it to the townhouses.”
With seconds to spare, they reached the parking area. Liam surprised her when he bypassed the unit they normally used and instead headed to Ty and Dee’s place at the end.
“But Dee isn’t home,” she whispered, looking around as if someone were going to stop them. “We can’t just barge into her place like this.”
Liam focused on getting the door open and shoving her inside just as the neighborhood’s power flickered on. Securing the lock, he pressed a finger to his lips, signaling to remain silent.
“Stay here,” he mouthed and extracted a small black cube from his pocket.
She remained at the door, watching as he swiped the device around the kitchen and living room before going upstairs. While he was gone, the power snapped off, filling the townhome with a vacuum of silence.
“It’s clear.” Liam jogged back down the stairs just as the power rolled on again. “We can talk freely here, but no shouting. Our townhouse is bugged from top to bottom, and I don’t want it picking up anything through the walls.”
“What the hell are we doing?”
He approached, his eyes roaming over her body.
“And why are you looking at me like that?”
Liam seized her arm and ran the device over her, ending at her shoes. “We found a bug in the lining of Evie’s purse yesterday and can’t be too careful.”
“But why did you shut down the entire development’s power?”
“And its backup generators.” Setting the black box on the kitchen counter, he went into the living room. The downstairs was an open-concept design, allowing the entire space to have a view of thebeach through the rear sliding glass door. “We need to be ready for when my dad arrives tomorrow.”
“Did Will get the equipment Rowan needed?” He didn’t respond, and Jamison marched over to him. “You said we’re clear to talk, so talk.”
His hard gaze connected with hers, and the warning there told her to tread carefully. “We’re staying here until I know everything, Jamison.”
“Don’t you mean untilIknow everything?”
“Tell me about Sinclair.”
The demand caught her off guard.
And sparked her temper. She was so damn tired of this.
“I don’t know anything about Michael except for what you’ve told me!”
The couch broke her fall. Liam rushed her so fast that the frame groaned from the pressure of their bodies as they landed. “This is your only warning,” he hissed, his hand covering her mouth. “Lower your voice.”
Enraged, she bit down, sinking her teeth into his flesh until he moved his hand. “Why do you keep thinking I know more about Michael than you?”
“Because of that.” He pointed a finger directly at her face. “The way you say his name. The way you talk on the phone. You are too familiar with him.”
“I’m trying to prolong the phone calls so you guys can track him, and I talk to him the way that I do so I can develop a rapport.”
