Page 40 of Knot a Tie
“Everything okay?”
Rayne’s quiet voice interrupts my musings.
I turn to see her standing at the top of the stairs, out of view from the front door.
“Why were the police here?”
“They were looking for Richard. But it appears they moved our unwelcome guests along.”
“So, I’m free to leave?” she asks, coming down a few steps.
“No.” I give her a smile. “We don’t know who is lurking in the shadows. But nice try.”
She giggles. “Yeah, I figured. I just wondered if you had thought of it. Are you going to go for Richard now?” Her innocent expression belies the storm in her eyes.
“No, I’m going to have to send Jones. They probably won’t be watching him.”
“Did he bring my car and stuff back yet?”
“He’s on his way. He stayed away last night so he could also stop by the phone shop undetected to pick up your new phone as requested.” I check the time on my watch. It’s nearing 9.30AM.
“Oh, thanks.” She chews her lip.
I can see she feels bad for making him stay out and do her errands, but it’s what he’s there for. Sort of.
I step back as the door opens and Jones strolls in laden down with bags and boxes.
“Did you find the pouch?” Rayne demands rudely, zipping down the stairs in her haste to get to him.
The middle-aged man gives her a cautious glare before he says, “No. Unfortunately, it wasn’t there.”
“Dammit!” she spits out, running her hand through her hair. “I’m sorry. Sorry. I’m Rayne. Thank you so much for picking up my car and stuff.” She gives him a honey-coated smile and he accepts it.
“I should go and sort out this phone and text my dad to let him know I’ve got it.”
She gives me a soft smile. “Will you let me know when Richard is here, please?”
I nod and return her smile. She goes off struggling with her bags and new phone.
“Richard?” Jones asks, his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah. I need you to go back out there and pick him up. I’m being watched. Actually, you might be now as well.”
He shrugs. It doesn’t concern him. He never met a tail he couldn’t lose. “Where to?”
“Mayfair.” I give him the address of Cameron’s doctor friend.
“Okay. I’ll take little missy’s Merc. Stay off the radar.”
I laugh at his description of Rayne. “Thanks, Jones. I know these last couple of days have been a shitshow.”
He grunts. “Well, I’ve not made it easy, sending you all over the place. Will he come willingly?”
“Probably not, knowing him.”
He lets out a loud guffaw. “Don’t worry, Jay. I’ve got this. I doubt anyone will be looking for me or him in the Hot Omega-mobile.”
“Thanks,” I say again, trying not to chuckle.
