“Why can’t you tell me if it involves me?”
“Because it doesn’t only involve you.”
I furrowed my brow. “Who else is mixed up in this madness?”
“I can’t tell you. Do you trust me?”
“I’m trying to.” I exhaled and rolled my neck, feeling more stressed than ever before.
He massaged my shoulders and kissed my forehead. His touch relaxed me, and the warmth of his lips melted me. This was why I needed him. Nobody put me at ease like him.
“Wednesday morning, my crew and I are going to Canada. We’ll be gone a few days.”
I reared back. “Can I go with you?”
“No, baby. You need to stay hidden. You’ll be safe here.”
I shook my head. “I can’t be here without you. Nobody likes me.”
“Sure, they do. They’re just guarded. All newcomers need to earn our trust.” He kissed my nose. “But I trust you.”
I hugged him tightly. “That means everything to me. I’m trying to trust you.”
“Let’s start now.” He slipped his cell phone between us. “Search whatever you want. I’ll get you a shiny new one before I go.”
“With a pretty case.”
“Of course.”
“And you’ll monitor my activity like the others.”
“You can count on it. I’ll be watching everything you do.” He hiked that dark brow of his just the way I liked.
“I’d say that was sweet if it didn’t sound so creepy.” I looked down at his phone. “How do I turn it on?”
After a quick lesson, Andy and I snuggled in his bed. He watched me as I searched for information on the nuns’ murder. It didn’t take long…
Their bodies were discovered behind the monastery; in the orchard I’d run through.
Both were stabbed a dozen times.
Hours later, a gardener was found in his work shed with a single bullet in the head. It had to be the one who helped Sister Theresa and Sister Lupita with the car I used. Poor man. I was sure he had a wife and children.
The police had no suspects. No weapon had been recovered.
Why did this feel so familiar? I couldn’t think about it anymore. It was too much.
“I did this to these innocent people,” I sobbed in Andy’s arms. “If I’d just married the mobster, they’d be alive today. Look what my selfishness did.”
“No, Mija. Miguel did this.”
I raised up and stared at him. “He can’t get away with this. He must pay for his crimes.”
“He will. We won’t let him hurt anyone else, especially not you.” He pressed his lips to mine.
“How can you be sure? He’s probably hiding.”
“Because I’ve already located him. He’s always been predictable. His habits are as routine today as they were seventeen years ago.” He cuddled me. “I’ve got men watching him.”
