Page 43 of A Dirty Business
They were staring at me because I was one more stranger to them.
I pulled my gaze back to my aunt, and she was also watching me, waiting.
She was tiny, but those eyes were seventy years old.
“You look like your mother.” Her words were soft.
I gave her a half grin. “Please don’t say that again or I’ll think you mean it.”
A flare of something showed in her gaze, just briefly before it was gone just as quick. “She won’t want us at her place.” Her gaze trailed down to my hand, where I had placed it resting on my gun, under my shirt.
I hadn’t realized I’d put it there and moved my hand back at my side. “I talked to a lady who runs this shelter on the way up. She’s going to make some calls, find a shelter closer to the city.”
She was noting the invitation wasn’t for my place, and for the life of me, I couldn’t tell if she liked hearing that or didn’t. After a beat, she gave me a small nod before bending down and whispering something to the little girl who was wrapped around her legs, whispering it into her ear.
The little girl kept staring at me before her mom straightened again and gently nudged her on the back. “Go ahead, honey. Take your brother and sister too.”
She broke away. Once all three were out of the room, my aunt ran a hand through her hair. “They don’t know who you are. I figured it’s easier on them not knowing, not unless we get situated, and we can go from there.”
“Who do they think I am then?”
“They think I know a lady in New York who is connected to all the big police that can protect them. That’s what I told them. And I need a favor. I mean, another one before we leave.”
I frowned because for some reason, my gut took a nosedive at hearing that. “What’s the favor?”
“I left something at the house. I can’t leave without it.”
I found myself resting my hand once again on my piece. My fingers slowly wrapping around the handle, but knowing it wasn’t her that was making me feel this way. “What is it?”
“My kids’ birth certificates and my own ID. I had everything packed in a run bag, but not those items. I was too worried they’d get lost if I left them out. They’re in a safe that he doesn’t know about.”
Lovely.
I checked the time, but I couldn’t call for any reinforcements, and I didn’t know the cops here. Interdepartmental cooperation sometimes didn’t come so easy.
I also wasn’t sure if I wanted to come across my aunt’s abuser or if I wanted to avoid him. But those itemswereneeded. The longer she left them behind, the better chance he had to find them.
“Where’s the safe?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JESS
This was beyond a bad idea. The worst idea. Whatever was beyond worst.
I’d parked a block away, and I was maneuvering through the neighbors’ backyards to the house. Her safe was in the basement. She’d given me the layout of the house, said where the asshole would be sleeping, or where she assumed he’d be sleeping.
“You should be able to slip in through a side window that goes into the basement. The screen is loose, and when you climb in, there’s a footstool at the bottom for you. The safe is in the next room, but he won’t be in the basement. He doesn’t go down there unless ...” She looked away, and I got an up-close-and-personal view of a bruise on her cheek.
Abusers normally didn’t pick a specific room where they would only abuse, but going with what she wasn’t saying, I was guessing some really bad stuff happened down there.
I took the key she gave me. “He’ll be asleep?”
“He should be. I’m sure he was up all night driving around looking for us.” She indicated the key in my hand. “That’s for the safe. You won’tneed a key for the house. The window is unlocked, and no one would ever break into that house. All our neighbors know, you know.” She looked down this time.
I knew. I was getting a real good view of the entire situation, and there was a special place in my belly that burned against assholes like her husband. Neighbors knew. The cops knew. I was now wondering what my mom knew as well.
When I turned to leave, she wouldn’t release my arm.
