Nowhere To Hide. Debby Giusti
class?”
“I can skip.”
“Not today, Jas. I told you when I hired you, part-time until you get your degree. You’ve been on the clock for more than fifteen hours. Better head over to the mainland and clean up. I wouldn’t want your professor complaining you smelled up his classroom.”
Grinning, Jason started to walk toward his pickup. “Heard you had a lady friend in the office last night,” he called over his shoulder.
“Eunice talks too much. A houseguest of Ms. O’Connor’s had a little problem with the security alarm.”
“Right.” The kid exaggerated a nod.
“Jason, go home. Clean up. Get to class.”
The young guard wiped the smirk from his face but his eyes twinkled with mischief. He raised his right hand to his forehead in a salute. “Yes, sir.” Dutifully, he climbed into his pickup and headed toward the mainland.
Matt watched the truck disappear from sight. The kid had the makings of a good cop, just so long as his enthusiasm didn’t get the best of him.
Keep him safe, Lord.
The first hint of dawn glowed on the horizon. Overhead, a few stars twinkled, like fireflies on a hot, summer night.
Father, only You know what today will hold. Help me do my job to the best of my ability. Aid me in every endeavor. And forgive me my transgressions.
Lowering his eyes, he stepped toward his truck.
Fair skies and sunshine, the weather reporter had said. A perfect day, except for all that had happened in the last few hours—a woman and child arrived in Sanctuary with only the clothes on their backs and a storm nearly wiped out the island’s only connection with the mainland.
Traveling without luggage screamed of running from something. Ms. O’Connor had vouched for her houseguests, yet instinct told Matt that Lydia Sloan’s story didn’t add up one hundred percent. She was someone to be watched.
Not that he had time to play private investigator. He had reports to file and damage from the storm to assess. He climbed into his truck, pulled onto the pavement and turned left at the next intersection.
So why was he heading north on Cove Road?
Because he couldn’t get the woman’s vulnerable look out of his head.
And the boy? A couple of years younger but Tyler reminded him of Enrico.
Matt pushed the memory aside and focused on the road ahead. At the turnoff to Katherine’s house, Matt lowered his headlights, shoved the gear into neutral and coasted into the driveway.
Lydia’s SUV sat near the house exactly where it had been parked earlier. Light filtered through the curtains.
Either the woman didn’t like the dark or she was having trouble sleeping.
What’s your secret, lady?
Matt stared at the house for a long time, then shifted into reverse and backed onto the main road.
Doubtful she’d be going anywhere soon, especially with a tired little boy in tow. He’d let her rest a few hours, but he’d be back. One way or another, he’d find out what had brought her to Sanctuary.
What did he want?
Lydia peered around the curtain and watched the security chief’s pickup disappear.
Tyler lay sleeping in the guest bedroom, but she was too wired to do anything but pace. She had checked the doors and windows more times than she could count to ensure they were locked, and although her body needed rest, her mind kept thinking back on all that had happened over the last seven months—the fire, her husband’s death, the attempt to kidnap Tyler. So much had occurred in such a short period of time. None of it good.
She had hoped Sanctuary would offer just that. Now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe her eyes had played tricks on her, but the man in the photo could have been Sonny’s twin. If only she could talk to the photographer. Maybe he’d remember when he’d taken the picture. Hopefully he’d be easier to deal with than the security chief who took his job way too seriously.
Lydia rubbed her neck. She wanted a chance to catch her breath and get their lives back to normal. When Katherine came home, Lydia would ask her to watch Tyler while she returned to Atlanta and continued the search for her husband’s killer.
Lydia glanced at the clock.
Six in the morning.
The Men’s Club in Atlanta closed at three. More precisely, it was supposed to close. Since Sonny’s death, she’d learned the back room activities lasted until dawn and catered to high rollers with money to pay for extra services and live entertainment.
Ruby Pace worked the front lounge. By now, she’d be home in the midtown condo she shared with her mother and handicapped sister, enjoying some quiet time to herself before the other two women rose at seven.
Lydia picked up the phone and tapped in the Atlanta number.
“Yeah.” Ruby answered on the third ring, a tired and angry edge to her voice.
“It’s Lydia. Can you talk?”
The voice softened. “Mama and Charise are sleeping. Where you been? I called your apartment.”
“We left Atlanta.”
“Why?”
“Someone tried to grab Tyler.”
Ruby cursed. “They’re trying to get to you ’cause of that evidence that Sonny hid. The Club hired him to run their Web site. They never expected him to poke his nose around where it didn’t belong.”
“The police still think I started the fire.”
“You tell ’em anything?” Ruby asked.
“Just that there’s more going on at the Men’s Club than meets the eye.”
“They didn’t buy it, did they?”
“Didn’t want to buy it is more like it,” Lydia said.
“Just like Sonny told you. Enough money going under the table, no one has a problem with the police. Real convenient for the cops to look the other way when their bank accounts are gettin’ fat.”
“What about those back room files?”
“Girl, they’re locked up tight. Give me a little time. The doorman I told you about says he wants out, just like me.” She paused. “I’m trying to work a deal. He watches the door while I check the files.”
“Call me.”
“No way, honey. I don’t even want to know where you be hiding. That way Ruby can’t tell the man what she don’t know.”
Lydia shivered, thinking of what would happen to Ruby if anyone at the club discovered she was talking to Sonny’s wife.
“I’m sorry I got you involved,” Lydia said.
“My choice. That night you came snooping around the club, I knew you was out of your element. You got nerve, girlfriend. I like that. Plus, I want a new start. I’ve had enough of this life. Want to move my Mama and Charise away from the city. Get us a little country place.”
“Be careful.”
“You know I will. By the way, that reporter was back.”
“Trish Delaney? What’d she want?”
“Information, just like you. Only she got the cold shoulder and an escort to the door. Maybe you should call her.”
“I…I’m not sure, Ruby.”
“Whatever. Talk to me in about a week. I might have something by then.”
Lydia