Page 81 of Catch Him
She smiled. “Back at you. Now let me get your sister home. I have feeling she’s going to want to take a shower… for like an hour.”
“You’ll watch over her.”
Sinead nodded. “I’ve got this.”
Declan nodded back and thought how amazing this was. To not only have someone real in his life. Someone who understood him. But someone who would also care for his sister, simply because Sinead loved him. He’d broadened not only his life but Mary’s too. Something that she obviously needed.
How sad that I was so desperate for it that I settled for you.
In time they would need to talk about what that meant. About why she felt so unloved when Declan thought she’d been content. For now he would give her the time and space she needed to recover first.
“Jill, let’s go clean up some dead bodies. And let’s discuss how we shall deal with our dear friend Mr. Huntley Sr.”
“Got you boss,” she said even as she made her way toward Huntley Sr.
* * *
Mary staredat the car and thought that if she got inside she would make a mess all over the seat. Sinead was saying something as she opened the driver side door.
Mary couldn’t hear what it was. The words weren’t penetrating. Then she looked up and saw him. Flynn, in full camouflage, walking over the hill toward them, a rifle on his back, which in Virginia wouldn’t have startled anyone who saw him.
He stopped about a hundred feet away from her, as if there was an invisible boundary around her he couldn’t penetrate.
A boundary she’d put up between them.
Flynn had killed Garrett because Garrett lunged at her. Garrett was dead. It was as if these basic facts had to be sorted out in her mind because they weren’t actually landing.
She stared at Flynn, who said nothing. His expression blank. He’d killed three men today and she doubted he would lose a minute of sleep over it. Neither would her brother. Jillian certainly wouldn’t.
She didn’t know enough about Sinead to know how she would react, but it was clear to see that she hadn’t been too affected by what happened. She was still chatting on, trying obviously to take Mary’s mind off the fact that her ex-husband was missing the back of his head. That her ex-father-in-law was still standing over his body.
No, it was soft Mary who would be the most bothered by what happened.
Too-soft Mary.
Flynn took a step toward her as if he wanted to say something, but the moment he did, she flinched and he immediately froze.
“Mary? Mary!”
Finally Sinead’s voice penetrated and Mary shifted her focus to her.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.”
Mary nodded and got in the car. Declan could always have it detailed to remove the blood and gore.
They drove past Flynn, and as Mary watched him, she realized he was still standing frozen. His eyes on her. Watching her. Probably waiting to see some reaction. Only she was too numb inside to show him anything.
Then the car passed him and he was gone.
Flynn killed Garrett. Yes, she decided. That seemed right.
* * *
Flynn watchedthe car drive away. That expression on her face. God. That flinch. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew it killed something inside him. Had it been hope?
Flynn walked over to Declan. “I had no choice.”
Dec turned to him. “Really? You feel you need to justify yourself to me? Let me assure you, you do not. Garrett Huntley was not going to survive the day.”
