Page 135 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
It has to be either Sam’s co-conspirator—if he had any—or somebody else who wants to hide the truth. If they knew Jill was after them, they could’ve had her followed.
Storm. Another hit-and-run, pushing the target’s car off the road…
The whole thing sounds too much like what happened to Iris in Tempérane.
But wait. Sam and Jill died at approximately the same time. That means there are at least two killers. Fuck.
Is the hit-and-run driver the same one from before? If so, why kill Sam? Why now? And who killed Jill? For what reason? And are the killers working together? Now I’m beginning to wonder if she died for reasons that have nothing to do with my assignments.
I stop when I remember something Yuna said.
She told me she found Iris because of the wine fight video. But because she wasn’t able to track Iris’s address, she went to Sam first because her investigators found out he was Iris’s uncle.
Sam’s killer could’ve done the same thing.
Frigid terror grips me. I swivel my head toward the huge windows looking out at the city. The killer is in the city right now. Unlike before, Iris is no longer anonymous. Any idiot can Google and find out that Iris and I are engaged. My address isn’t exactly a secret. And it’s only logical that if they killed Sam…the next target is Iris.
No. No.
I pick up my phone and call Bobbi. She answers on the first ring. “Yes?”
“Bobbi, come to my place ASAP. Armed.”
“What’s wrong?” Her tone is sharp.
“It’s her uncle. Sam Peacher.” I glance over my shoulder at the stairs to the second level. I walk out to the deck and close the door, looking at the rooftops of the tall buildings around me glowing in the early morning light. “He’s dead.”
“Sam Peacher, that shit? How?”
I pause at the sneer in her voice. I don’t think I ever mentioned him to her…and as far as I know, she’s never had any contact with him. “Hit-and-run. Did you know him?”
“A long story. Can’t tell you the details. Anyway, what about it?”
“Whoever killed him is most likely coming after Iris.” Will come after Iris.
“Why?”
“Another long story. But you have to watch her even more closely, twenty-four seven. As a matter of fact, why don’t you move in? Until we catch the killer?”
“That’s…pretty open-ended. What if you never catch this guy?”
“I will.” I have to. I can’t have a threat to Iris out there. I’ll hire a team of international mercs if necessary. I’m not going to fuck it up this time and lose her again.
“All right. But only because I like your fiancée, not because I really like being somebody’s bodyguard.”
“Thanks.” I mean it. Other than TJ and Wei, Bobbi’s the only person I can trust with Iris’s safety around the clock.
“You owe me one.”
“I’ll build you a bakery anywhere in the world, no questions asked.”
She snorts. “I’ll be there ASAP.” She hangs up.
I blow out a breath. It’s going to be okay. I’m doing everything I can to keep Iris safe. If I have to, I’ll tie myself to her with a rope.
When I go back inside, Iris is already in the kitchen. She’s put on my shirt and is making coffee.
Suddenly, coffee sounds like a great idea. I haven’t had any since I got up. I pull Iris into my arms, needing to feel the solidity of her delicate form. To reassure myself that she’s still warm, breathing and alive. My brilliant light. And I hate it that I have to add to the ugliness from last night with the news from TJ.
