“Probably. I don’t trust anyone else…” I hate asking him, our family’s boss, for help, but I know I need it. It’s not just my life on the line here but Kirsten’s. Her life and her career.
“Fuck. Okay. Let me get dressed, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Wait,” I tell him, surprised but appreciative of his offer. “You can’t just bust into Kirsten’s apartment looking like, well, you. Someone could see you…”
“You want me to put on a disguise to come and help your girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend. And you don’t need a disguise. You just can’t come looking like you.”
“What do you have in mind?” he grumbles.
“Put on some sweats and a ballcap to cover your face. Nobody would think you’d be running around the city dressed down.”
“Fine,” he grits out as if not pleased. “You want me to bring in Dre too?”
“Yeah, may as well. I’ve got to figure out a way to get the body out of her place and clean up all the evidence.”
“Then what?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said yourself that whoever wants her dead will probably try again. So, she can’t stay at her place.”
I’m surprised Creed cares enough to think about Kirsten’s safety. And that’s not something I had overlooked either. “She’snot leaving my side until I know who is after her and they’re buried.”
There’s a long, silent pause, making me take my eyes off the road for a second to glance down at the screen, making sure the call wasn’t dropped.
“You like her,” Creed says. “You never did give us the details on how you convinced her to drop the charges.”
“Well, it certainly wasn’t out of the goodness of her heart,” I mutter. “But you don’t need those details.”
“You fucked her.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“No, I didn’t.”
“You at least screwed around with her. Is that what you used for blackmail? Photos or videos of you two going at it? I bet the uptight bitch would do anything to avoid evidence of you two together from getting out.”
I grit my teeth because he’s not wrong. I fucking hate how right he is about her not wanting anyone to find out about us hooking up.
“I have videos of her in a…compromising position with me. So yeah, she wasn’t going to lose her career just to send us to prison for three years.”
“You seriously like her,” Creed says yet again. “Are you still stalking her?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“I was until this afternoon when she caught me and kneed me in my balls so hard, I may have lost the chance of ever reproducing. Not that the world needs another one of me…”
Creed laughs. “You’ve got it bad for the DA. I mean, I knew you were horny for her after seeing the shit you had on your phone, jerking off in public while watching her. But you are actually head over fucking heels for her.”
“Shut up and get your ass to her apartment. I’ll send you the address,” I add when I remember that unlike me, Creed hasn’t spent weeks sitting outside her building. “Tell Dre to dress down too.”
“And how do you plan to move the body with the security cameras and shit recording?”
“I guess we’ll need to take them out. Otherwise, the cops will be able to track the dead man to her apartment door and see he never walked out.”
“Right. It sounds like it’s going to be a long night.”
