Page 12 of A Murderous Crow
“Dates,” he reminded me firmly. “When do the homeowners get back?”
Oh…
I opened my laptop and looked for him while he poured a drink out of one of the nearby decanters.
“Two weeks,” I said. “In exactly two weeks.”
He took my computer, set it aside, and replaced it with the drink.
I didn’t care what it was. I downed it.
“Easy there, tiger,” he said and looked bemused.
“I want to go home,” I said and stood.
“Easy,” he said and took the glass from me, setting it aside.
“I mean it,” I said. “I want to gohome.”
“And I’ll take you there,” he said. When I went to walk past him, the room sort of swum, and I blinked and shook my head. My heart was still thundering in my chest, my blood still raced, and I felt my respirations pick up again as the swimmy feeling intensified, and my hands and feet suddenly felt like lead.
“What did you do?” It took entirely too much to get the words out, and they felt slurred around the edges.
“Just a little GHB, to take the edge off. You’ll be out before you know it, and trust me – you’re good.”
My legs crumpled, and I slid down him to the floor. He came with me, kneeling beside me and whispered, “Don’t fight it, just breathe and let it happen.”
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I demanded and tried to bat his hands away, but I honestly didn’t think any of the words came out right.
“Shhhh,” he soothed, and I fought – oh boy did I fight it, but it was no use.
Chapter Eight
Corvus…
She was out, and I sighed with relief. This would be much easier with hercompliant.I called Requiem first.
“Yeah?” he answered, and he was out of breath.
I gave him the rundown.
“Jag is hers, she’s missing her shoes, and her keys. He had hold of them, playing with ‘em in one of the second-floor bedrooms when he ambushed her with a sucker punch to the gut.”
He muttered, “Son of a bitch.” I heard something hard hit something soft and could only assume he’d kicked the corpse.
“Said his name was Hal Lindstrom. He’s a foreign national. Eventually, they’re gonna come looking,” I said.
“Security system is a basic one,” Requiem replied. “Won’t take much to erase what’s here and make it look like a glitch in the system.”
“Nothing taken,” I told him. “This wasn’t a robbery. They come looking, I’m going to tell them they parted ways. He wanted to put in an offer on the house, and the next morning,she couldn’t get a hold of him. Just make the motherfucker disappear.”
“She trustworthy?” he demanded.
“I have her right where I want her,” I said, looking down at her, prone on my living room floor.
“Shit,” he muttered. “You fucking better. Syn’ll have your balls if you go rogue on this and it fouls up the club.”
“Requiem…” his name held a thread of warning.
