Page 44 of Catch Him
“She received the letter. She read it.”
A beat.
“How could you know that?” he asked.
Jillian smiled. Because she knew it was exactly how she would have looked if she’d gotten a letter like that from a guy who played her. Not that Jillian wouldeverbe played by a guy.
“Because I just saw her and she looked pissed. And if I’m any good at reading lips, she used the wordsfuckandhim… a lot. Like a lot a lot.”
He sighed in her ear. “She’ll get over it.”
“True. I’ve always thought you were forgettable.”
“Finish out the job. I’ll see you when you’re back.”
“Yep.”
Jillian tucked the binoculars in her purse and peeled away from the bus station. There was still work to be done. This mission wasn’t close to being over yet.
She also thought despite what her partner might think, they had not seen the last of Sinead O’Hara.
* * *
Sinead staredat the ranch house she thought never to see again and felt a renewed sense of fury. They had been happy in that house. Those three weeks had been real. He’d made her feel like a treasured woman, a desired woman, and he couldn’t take that back.
After she’d left the Tricorp office, she went home and showed the letter to her father.
“Fucker.”
For the first time in a long time they agreed on something.
“What do you need?” he offered. There was no question that her pursuit of him was not over. No, she was going to find him, catch him and make him pay.
“I need a stash of cash. I have a plan, but I’m going to need to move under the radar. His operation is no joke.”
“Done. I found you a car too. Used. Not a lot of miles. It will take you wherever you need to go.” He handed her the keys and she took them.
“Thanks, Dad.”
He nodded. “I’ll go put together some money.”
Sinead had to consider what this made her. She’d been a cop. Now she was going to take her dad’s illegal gains and use them to do bad things. A sensible woman might take some time to grieve, move on and start a new life. Hell,he’deven offered her money to start over, which knowing him would not be an insignificant amount.
But as her father always used to tell her, when O’Haras fell, they fell hard. And Sinead was very much her father’s daughter.
Which meant if she was going to find him, she was going to have to figure out what his connection to Garrett Huntley, the owner of the house, actually was. Sinead got out of the car and made her way up the driveway. She rang the bell and waited. A second later Huntley answered the door with a scowl on his face.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I want to know what you had in the safe,” Sinead said as she blew past him into the living room.
“I told you I don’t need the cops. You’ve done enough.”
“I’m not a cop anymore. And you and I have something in common. We both want the guy who took whatever was in that safe. I have my own reasons. You obviously want your shit back. The fact that you don’t want cops investigating tells me that shit is illegal. Guns? Drugs?”
His eyes narrowed. “How do I know this isn’t some kind of trap?”
“Check with the department. I didn’t even wait to get fired, just gave them my notice. You from around this area?”
