Page 4 of Destined Chaos
They all turned quiet.
“So, if that’s all, good day, gentlemen. I would stay and help, but I have another meeting.”
I’d made it to the door before Cross called my name. “Libby, do you know who pulled the trigger?”
“Yes.” I nodded with a frown. “I do. I also know anything I tell you wouldn’t be admissible in court.” I paused with my hand on the door, remembering the vivid details about the dream from last night—dark hair, hushed tones, an old lover. They’d had sex, and then he’d killed her.
“Her desire for love outweighed her need to stay hidden and off the grid. The husband didn’t do it, but make sure you look into his acquaintances, particularly one of her old flames. I believe his name was Danny.”
“You heard her, boys. Let’s take you into the hive. My surveillance room is your surveillance room.”
Champ walked over to the door, opening it farther. “Anything else I need to know today?”
“Don’t eat the sushi.” I smiled.
Not that I’d seen anything. I just liked to screw with Champ from time to time.
“I’ll call you later to discuss your portfolio and offer some suggestions. You’re going to need to do some branching out, but I haven’t picked up on the specifics yet.”
“Anything I need to know now?”
“No, it can wait. The feds need your assistance.” I turned to leave and paused. A knowing came over me like a flood of water through an open gate. “Scratch that. I think that conversation is going to have to wait. I’m going to need to take a few days off.”
“Why?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I…don’t know, yet.”
“Call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”
I walked out of the office and smiled at Stella in passing. “Will we see you again later today, perhaps?”
I had to stop and think about that. “I’m not quite sure.”
“That’s a first.”
I frowned, not liking the clouded fog that came over me. My phone beeped that I had a missed call and voicemail. “Hopefully it’s a last. If you’ll excuse me.”
I rode the elevator down and headed out of the building as I listened to the voicemail.
“Ms. Slaughter, this is Mr. Gambit, your contractor at Slaughter House. Listen, some things have happened, and this isn’t going to work out. Your house is…I just can’t do the work. Please call me back when you get this.”
I stopped in my tracks and glanced at the phone. “Not another one. Please, not another one.”
I dialed the number back and got a voicemail. “Crap. I need to stop him.”
I hurried to my car and was pulling out my keys when I spotted Peter standing by my door. His arms were folded over his chest.
“You got time for some breakfast?” Peter asked.
“Afraid not,” I answered, stepping around him and unlocking the door. “I might be leaving town. I think the Slaughter House contractor is about to bail on me.”
“Really? Anything I can do to help?” Peter asked, resting his hand on my arm, stopping me from climbing inside.
“No, nothing you can do. I appreciate the offer, but it’s probably not a good idea anyway. I meant it when I said it was time to break up. I told you I can’t do serious.” I met his gaze.
“You’ll change your mind.” He nodded and walked off without a second look back.
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