Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He spoke to me, but I didn’t hear what he said.
Not that it mattered. I was too flustered to even respond.
I took my popcorn and made a beeline for my movie. I quickly found a seat and thought that would be the end of it, and I’d never see the handsome stranger again. But just as the previews started to roll, he came into the theater and sat a few rows down from me. We shared a few lingering glances, and before I even knew what was happening, he was following me into the women’s bathroom.
He locked the door, and everything from there was a heart-pulsing, desire-infused blur. It was amazing. Just thinking about it gave my stomach butterflies, and a part of me had hoped that this chance meeting was the beginning of something more.
But sadly, I hadn’t crossed paths with the handsome stranger since that night, and I feared I never would.
Maybe Ryan was right.
Some people simply aren’t destined to find their Mr. Right.
Rooster
“Are you sure this is the right address?”
“29 Chess Creek Road.” Torch looked down at the GPS on his phone, then went over to the mailbox. “It’s what Bones sent, but it doesn’t seem right, does it?”
“No, but then again, you saw Bruton’s place. Wasn’t much to it either,” I scoffed as I looked over at the modest two-bedroom home. Bruton was a very wealthy man who dealt with some of the most infamous criminals in the world, but he didn’t live in an extravagant house. His place looked just like all the others in town. “Besides, we got no idea who this Sawyer person is.”
“Yeah, but you saw those deposits. Some of them were pretty hefty. You’d think he’d be living high on the hog.”
He was right. The deposits ranged anywhere from two to ten grand each, but we had no way of knowing what the deposits were for—but we knew Bruton and the dealings he’d done. That was enough for us to be leery of the guy and why Prez wanted us to try and figure out who he really was.
Wrath and Savage were parked on the side street while Torch and I claimed a spot across the street. We’d been there for hours, but there’d been no sign of the infamous Sawyer Grant. Torch began shifting in his seat, and I knew he was beginning to lose his patience when a white Ford pickup pulled into the drive. I gave him a nudge and said, “Hey, check it out.”
We both watched silently as a weathered maintenance truck pulled into the drive and parked. Seconds later, the door opened, and a man who looked to be in his late fifties got out and started up to the front door. He was wearing a pair of worn janitor-like coveralls, which made him look like a run-of-the-mill maintenance man, but there was something about this guy.
He walked with an air of dignity, like a man with purpose.
I was trying to get a feel for this guy when Torch asked, “Is this the guy?”
“Certainly looks that way.”
“But he’s a fucking janitor.”
“Something tells me he’s much more than that.”
“You think?”
I grabbed my phone and dialed Wrath’s burner. As soon as he answered, I asked, “You seeing this?”
“I’m seeing it.” Wrath paused for a moment, then said, “There’s no way this guy is who he seems.”
“I was thinking the same damn thing. So, what are we gonna do?”
“We need to get a decent picture of the guy for Bones, and then, we wait and see what he can find on him.”
Bones and Big had already done a full search on the guy, and at first, everything looked legit. He had a job with the city and had lived in this house for the last ten years, but once they tracked back to ’98, the guy disappeared. It was like he never existed, which was a clear indication that he wasn’t who he was pretending to be. Torch and I were parked at a better angle, so I told Wrath, “We’ll get a picture of him as soon as he comes back out.”
“Let me know when you’ve got it, and we’ll figure out things from there.”
“You got it.”
It was a couple of hours before Sawyer came back outside, but I managed to get a clear picture of his face. I sent it to Bones, then waited to hear back from him. One hour rolled into the next, and there was still no word from him. I started to get concerned, so I messaged Prez to find out what the hell was going on.
Me:
Any word on our guy?
Prez:
Nothing yet.
Bones tried his facial recognition software on the image but didn’t come up with anything new.
Me:
Damn.
Prez:
I’m gonna need you boys to keep an eye on this guy.
Take shifts or whatever you need to do, but don’t lose track of him.