Page 82 of Timelessly Ours
I rumble a laugh and hold her face. “You okay?”
She laughs. “I’m…incredible.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Her eyes are hazy with heat. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You let me be the one.”
After a shower, I pace my bedroom, certain if I don’t stop, I’ll form a dent in the hardwood.
How the fuck am I supposed to sleep? Nicole is in the other room. She’s safe. My house is under top-of-the-line security—minus visits from my ex-wife. Nothing is going to happen to her here.
But I’m still restless.
It’s not enough. Anything less than having her in my bed every night for the rest of our lives is not enough.
I mutter a curse under my breath and reach for my phone. Screw the hour. This is important.
My friend answers after the second ring. “David, it’s Collins.”
“Dude it’s almost midnight. This better be an emergency, for which I still highly recommend dialing 911. Not a police chief you happen to have in your contacts.”
“I’m sorry it’s late. I need a favor. Just to look something up.”
“Text it to me, I’ll check it in the morning.”
“Just listen. Frank Lidowsky. Name ring a bell?”
I hear a grunt in the background and some shifting. Then his voice shifts more to the ‘on duty’ friend I know. “Course I know him; my team helped put him away for a long time after—wait a second. This about the Kane girl?”
My jaw tics, but I don’t confirm or correct him. This is cop talk—he doesn’t mean to disrespect her.
At least I hope not.
“Yes,” I bite out. “Lidowsky was arrested little under two years ago when he showed up at Nicholas Kane’s home here in town and then trialed for—”
“Countless crimes. I know. Don’t worry, he’s still locked up good.”
“It’s not him I’m worried about. It’s his friends. You got that history? There were several associates, weren’t there?”
“Royce, what’s going on? Just tell me and I’ll see what I can do.”
I sigh, knowing I need to be upfront with the man. “One of the counts on his arrest was assaulting Nicole Kane.”
“Yeah,” he confirms, since putting your hands on someone—or a goddamn needle without their permission is assault.
“I need to know that every single person in that old warehouse of his has been put away.”
Or dead.
He sighs and I know it’s more complicated than that. “Call me after nine tomorrow.”
I release a breath. “Thank you. I owe you.”
I don’t race out of the house in the morning. I wait downstairs for the girls to come down.
Rory skips down one step at a time, talking to the woman walking behind her. “What if he doesn’t fall at first?”
