Page 46 of Triggered By Love
“She’s given enough interviews already. Do you have a search warrant?”
“No, but I can get one,” Jason replied. “I have reason to believe your sister knows the identity of her attacker.”
“Then you’ll have to get the warrant. She doesn’t have to speak to you.”
“Ask her if she’d like to speak to me.”
“I don’t have to ask. She’s had a rough day, and we want you to leave her alone. If you have information on her attacker, why don’t you arrest him?”
“Why don’t I arrest you for obstruction of justice?” Jason switched off the gate intercom and called Avery’s cell. “Hey, how’re you doing?”
“Jason, are you okay?” First words out of her mouth, and they showed concern for him.
“I’m fine. How about you?”
“A little banged up, but no injuries. I shudder to think what would have happened if you hadn’t tackled me. My parents saw the shocking video on the news.”
“Tell them I’m sorry I was so rough. But it was a reflex.”
“I know. Did you catch the guy driving the taxi?”
“Almost, but I got a good description of him. Unfortunately, he’s average height, weight, a fast runner, and wears expensive trainers. Know anyone like that?”
“Most of the guys who go running in the park fit that description. Think it was the guy who buzzed you on the mountain bike?”
“Not sure, but at least I have a shoeprint and sunglasses description.” He was stumped, for now, but he might as well cash in his chips. “Are you up for dinner? Didn’t we have a raincheck?”
“Did we?”
“I’m pretty sure I asked you to dinner.”
She responded with laughter. “You did, but I don’t remember what I said.”
“You said you’d love to, and there’s this little hole in the wall place you’d love to try, and yeah, I’m the man.”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t say that, but you win, Detective. Only problem, I’m an hour upstate. My big brother put me under protective custody.”
“I’m at the gate of this humungous hideaway.”
“You’re here? Then come on up.”
“Can’t. Head of security has me blocked at the gate.”
“Oh, Chase. He’s serious about this. Probably watching you on camera right now. I’ve got an idea. Stay where you are, call him again, and keep him talking. Then in fifteen minutes, turn right at the end of the driveway and meet me in the apple orchard. It’s getting dark, so I don’t think he’ll see me sneak out if you keep him busy.”
“You’re a sneaky girl.” He laughed. “I’m going to have to keep that in mind.”
“Oh, I’m betting you always do.”
Chapter Sixteen
Avery had already spokento her parents, assuring them she was okay and sharing with them her theory that Matt Swanson could have been the target. She wasn’t sure they fully believed her, but then again, they seemed to want to believe she was safe. They didn’t like the idea of her hanging around with the playboy football player, so she let them know it was only for publicity’s sake up to Manhattan Fashion Week.
She then begged off from watching TV with them and retired to her childhood room to rest. She’d been staring at her cell phone, itching to call Jason but stopping herself.
Was it only this morning when she and Jason had gone to the shooting range? He’d promised to teach her how to shoot, and then, oh goodness, he’d been so aggressive; it still gave her tingles at how fast and hot he was.
The kiss she didn’t want to think about came flooding back to her. It wasn’t unwanted. Not at all. But what kind of person would that make her? A woman who hadn’t truly loved her dead fiancé?
