Too many times he had ditched her because of a case he was working on or that only he could close.More times than she cared to count, he slept at the office instead of coming home because new evidence had presented itself and he’d forgotten about the time.Translation: forgot about her.A case file was more important than sleeping next to the woman he supposedly loved.
She’d finally learned there would always be something that came up to put a wedge between them.She refused to be secondary in a relationship.Just because he was worried about her and checking in, didn’t mean anything had changed between them.
“People change, Morg.”
“Not that much,” she mumbled more to herself but loud enough for Brooklyn to hear.Jameson had said that he had changed, but she had a hard time believing that.The man was dedicated to the force, and she loved and admired that about him.It just sucked when it came to a relationship.
“You still love him...” It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t a statement she could deny.
“Love isn’t enough to fix everything between us.” He needed to put her before his work if they were ever going to have a chance, otherwise they would just keep going round and round on their merry-go-round, and she didn’t want to ride it anymore.
“But what if—”
“Look, it’s late.I’m going to head to bed,” Morgan said, cutting off Brooklyn.She loved her dearly, but Morgan didn’t want to talk about Jameson anymore.She didn’t even want to think about him.Work would always come first for Jameson, and she refused to go through that again.
“Alright.” Brooklyn sounded sad.Morgan felt guilty for being so abrupt with her, but it was better to get it into Brooklyn’s head now, nothing would ever come of her and Jameson.There would be no reconciliation.
“I’ll talk to you soon.” She hung up and sat in silence.Her eyes strayed toward the closed window, and she almost got up to check to see if Jameson was still there or not.
“No,” she told herself firmly.It didn’t matter if he was or not.
She busied herself getting ready for bed and turned off the lights before slipping under the covers and waiting to fall asleep.
Chapter 12
The man stepped away from the shadows and watched the cop walk away.He knew who the man was, Jameson Weston.Lawry had mentioned him.The guy was supposedly some hot shot detective.
That didn’t bode well for him at all.This was supposed to be a simple job.Kill the girl and make it look like an accident.A messy death would raise too many flags and draw more notice to them.Especially after Lawry’s debacle.
Lawry had given him some basic information about her before he’d left town and gotten himself caught.She didn’t talk to anyone but Brooklyn Moore.Another woman he’d like to kill.Those two were causing more complications than he cared to mention, and if there was one thing he hated, it was a complication.
He had decided to catch her while on a jog, but that damn cop ruined it.He ran around a couple blocks before doubling back, but the asshole was still there.Lurking under a tree and watching her place.
Jameson had been suspicious of him.He hadn’t missed the cop reaching for something when he’d jogged by.He had hoped Jameson would try something so he could put an end to him too.
He thought he was going to have to come tomorrow night, when the guy left.Finally.The man glanced across the street at the woman’s apartment.He could sneak in and kill her and be done with it.Mission accomplished.
Before he could step out of the shadows, a patrol car pulled up at the end of the block.He could see two shadows watching the apartment.Every day he came and saw the same thing.The damn cop walking her home then popping a squat to watch her place until morning when she left for work.The woman was never left unguarded.This job was turning into a pain in the ass.
He was debating what to do when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“Is it done?” his boss asked without a formal greeting.
“No, there’s a complication.”
“What kind of complication?” His boss’s voice sounded calm, but he knew he was anything but.His boss was just as frustrated as he was.Rick Banner had royally fucked them over.He had made a file of everyone involved in their scheme.His boss was hiding underground as a result.Now it was his job to mop up the mess and get rid of all the witnesses.
“A cop has been following her.Jameson Weston.”
“I don’t want to hear excuses.I paid you to do a job.I expect results.”
“And you’ll get them.It’s not from a lack of trying.The bitch has nine lives like a cat.I tried the last two nights and yesterday morning, but there was always a witness.I tried poisoning her drink at a dinner last night, but she didn’t drink it.”
“And now?”
“A cop’s stationed outside her place.He’s got a patrol car watching too.I can’t sneak in and out without being noticed.I have another plan though.”
“You’d better.This has gone on long enough.I shouldn’t have to be hiding because of that little bitch,” his boss snarled.It was probably more the inconvenience than the actual hiding.His boss was loaded and living in exile in luxury.
