Page 50 of Her Guardian
We worried about the Mafia Prince Killer when he was active, but he never got anywhere near us. Chicago. New Jersey. Then they caught him in New York. He caused a lot of chaos in those cities, which means he can do the same thing in Las Vegas.
I get back to Salvalagio and park my SUV around back. After entering through the side door with my keycard, I hurry toMassimo’s office. I have no idea why he needs to see me, but at least somebody fucking called me this time.
I was beginning to think I had been completely forgotten.
“Wanted to see me, boss?” I ask, walking into Massimo’s office and closing the door. “Something happened to Lloyd Brennan?”
“Yeah,” he says, looking up with a tense jaw. “Lloyd Brennan had some kind of negative reaction to the nerve agent the killer used. He passed during the night. It’ll be in the news soon, but I need everyone on the streets looking for this son of a bitch. Whoever he is. We need to find him. I’m assigning you a crew. Told you I’d get you back on the streets for taking care of Sarah.”
“Mm, about that,” I say, rubbing the back of my head. “She might be staying a little longer than expected.”
“I’m sure she is,” Massimo says. “But that’s fine. She can do her podcast in her room, or whatever. I don’t give a fuck.”
“Little more complicated than that, boss,” I sigh, flashing the first sheepish look of my life. “I kind of like her. Might not want her to go.”
Massimo’s face furrows into a scowl and he leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest with a sigh.
“Damn it, Lea was right,” he mutters. “She told me that you might have a thing for her. I said no fucking way. Not Big Boyd.”
“Lea said that?” I raise a brow.
“Yeah,” he answers, shaking his head and relaxing his arms. “Good for you, man. You deserve it. Just like you deserve to out there on the streets, with a crew, helping us find this motherfucker before he hits another family.”
“You got it, boss,” I nod and grin. “Who are my guys?”
“Talk to Dante,” Massimo says, waving a hand toward the door. “He’s handling all of that.”
“Not Rowan?” I question, then bite my tongue because it really isn’t my place.
“Nah, I’ve got Rowan watching my house,” he says. “Just to be safe. I mean, this fucker has never gone after a pregnant woman before. We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl. But I still feel better with Rowan there with a rather large security detail.”
“Understandable.” I nod in agreement. “We’ll find this fucker.”
“I’m counting on that,” Massimo says.
The boss knows that Sarah is mine. One less thing to worry about.
I process the news about Lloyd Brennan as I leave Massimo’s office. I didn’t know Lloyd very well but worked with him a few times before I became Erica’s bodyguard. The killer must have used something a lot stronger than he previously did, if it was enough to kill someone. That’s never happened before, as far as I know.
But I can confirm that with a text message, so I pull out my phone.
Boyd:Has anyone ever died from the Mafia Prince Killer’s nerve agent?
Sarah:No, never! Is that what happened to Lloyd Brennan?
Boyd:Yes. You can put this on your podcast now if you want. Massimo said it will be in the news soon, so there’s no danger.
Sarah:Oh, my gosh! Thank you!
I can’t see the excitement in her eyes, but I can certainly imagine it.
Boyd:I’ll be out looking for more information, but it might be a while before you hear from me.
Sarah:Okay, I won’t bother you unless I have to. Please be careful!
Boyd:I will. Also, Massimo knows about us. You should tell Lea.
Sarah:I’m meeting with her tomorrow. She’ll be at the hotel.
