Page 53 of Fish out of Water
He looked almost… relieved.
“Thank God.” He hooked his mangled bag over one shoulder. “I thought I was buying those for her.”
I turned the face of the condom box toward me. “You bought Mrs. Sherling condoms?”
“Apparently I bought you condoms.” Grant grabbed his laptop before pointing to my bags. “Let’s get your shit out to the car.”
“Should we be removing things from a crime scene?”
“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter at this point.” Grant turned to the table, his hand hitting the top. He dropped down to look under it. “Did you pick up the paper you got from Vito’s apartment?”
“The addresses?” I stood from the sofa. “No.”
“Shit.” He turned in a full circle, scanning my apartment as he went.
“Why would they take the paper?”
“Probably because it was more important than you realized.” Grant shoved his laptop down into the center pocket of his bag before coming to grab my suitcase. He carried everything down to his car, stacking it all in the trunk and making it back upstairs right as the cops pulled into the parking lot.
For the second time this weekend.
The police officer lifted a brow when he saw it was us waiting for him.
I lifted a hand and gave him a wave. “Hi.”
Mrs. Sherling and Mrs. Hill stood with me outside while Grant walked the cops through my place.
“Sharon said they took your panties.” Mrs. Hill was clearly as troubled as Mrs. Sherling by the thong thievery. “How many panties do you think they took?”
“Maybe twenty?” Who counted their underwear outside of using it as a gauge for when laundry needed to be done?
The women nodded. “Did they take anything else?”
I decided not to tell them about the list. “Not that I can tell.”
“It’s odd that they hit Vito’s apartment and now yours.” Mrs. Hill watched Grant through the open door. “Isn’t it?”
Both women’s eyes came my way.
They were definitely questioning my judgment right now.
“I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.” I understood what they were thinking.
Everything was fine here until Grant showed up.
But wouldn’t all of this have happened anyway? Grant didn’t plant the money in the mailbox.
And that was what these guys were after.
Wasn’t it?
Was I just blinded by the hotness? Incapacitated by the memory of his naked body?
The officer who spoke to me yesterday came my way. “Ms. Murray, I understand some of your underwear was taken.”
“All of it was taken.”
Mrs. Sherling leaned closer. “Even the dirty ones.”
