had fathered a baby? And he’d put the moves on Sarah? “That was just what I needed.”
Creep. Bastard. Sarah seethed in silence.
“Dawn, you understand that Teddy’s father is very traditional in a number of ways, despite his innovative business ideas. Family means as much to him as his reputation does. He’d expect Teddy to marry you. He’d want you and Teddy to move back to London.”
“But that’s what I want.” The woman named Dawn sniffed, sounding hopeful. “I mean, I could live in London or anywhere he wants. I know he doesn’t want to be tied down, and he has so many responsibilities here at the casino—”
“The casino can run just fine without him. Better, in fact.”
“Better? What do you mean?”
Mr. McDonough of the deep accent and solicitous voice scoffed. It was a derisive sound, full of contempt. But was it meant for Dawn? Or for Teddy? “Fathering a grandchild for Mr. Wolfe would be the one thing Teddy could do to get back in his father’s good graces.”
Dawn sniffed. “What are you talking about?”
“Here. Rest your head. Go on, lie down.” The man named McDonough soothed away the concerns his hushed aside had brought on. “I’ll have a talk with Teddy. He’s thirty years old. He needs to grow up one day. I’m sure he has feelings for you.” He was consoling her, holding her perhaps, tucking her in to sleep off her distress. If only Teddy had such a heart. If only her father could remember what real caring meant. “I’ll take care of everything,” he promised. “You just leave it all up to me.”
The sofa creaked.
“What are you doing? What is—?”
Thwap. Thwap.
Sarah lurched inside her sandals. She pressed her hand tightly over her mouth to keep from crying out.
She knew that sound.
Gunshots. Muffled by a suppressor, but no less distinct.
Her mother was a cop. Commissioner of KCPD.
Her brother was a cop. Used to be, at any rate.
Her brother’s best friend and half the people she knew were cops. She’d been around guns all her adult life.
Someone had been shot.
It was way too quiet in the other room. The crying had stopped.
Sarah’s pulse throbbed in her ears, making it difficult to hear the words from the other room as the weight shifted on the sofa. “You were a damned inconvenience, Dawn. But I think now you’ll serve my purpose very well.”
When Sarah heard footsteps tapping over the tile floor in the bathroom—a whole half a room away—she scrambled across the closet and knelt on her hands and knees, peering through the slats at the door.
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
Dawn, a pretty woman she’d seen working in the casino on previous visits, lay across the couch, her head nestled against a pillow, her arm dangling to the floor. The long, blond hair at her temple was matting with sticky crimson.
The man she’d sought comfort from—Mr. McDonough—strode back into the room. Sarah flinched, instinctively backing away from the threat carrying a gun in his hand. But still she watched.
He was older than Teddy, though not yet her father’s age. McDonough was well dressed, well groomed with super-short hair and dark, nearly black eyes she would never forget.
Those cold eyes showed no emotion whatsoever as he unscrewed the suppressor from his gun, holstered the weapon and knelt beside Dawn’s body—and the infant inside her who would now die as well. “There will be no grandchild, dear. Teddy’s been a disappointment to his father for a long time. I can’t have you changing that.”
He wrapped a towel around Dawn’s head and the pillow. Then he pulled out a roll of kitchen plastic from the wet bar and wrapped it around her body from head to toe, lifting and dropping the dead woman as though she were a rag doll instead of someone’s daughter or lover or sister—or mother.
Sarah wanted to curl up into a ball. She wanted to curse his cruelty. She wanted to cry out.
But all she could do was hold herself perfectly still, down on her hands and knees, setting aside the humiliation of her evening and swallowing her shock and horror. She silently watched McDonough wrap the plastic mummy of Dawn’s body in one of the rugs. He called maintenance for a cart and rolled her out the door like so much trash.
Nearly an hour passed before Sarah could move again. Her fingers were numb from their tight grip in the carpeting; her skin was ice-cold. She finally breathed her first decent breath and crawled out of the closet.
What the hell was she supposed to do now?
Hide? Find Teddy? Warn him of McDonough’s treachery? Ask about Dawn? Run for her life before McDonough came back and discovered her here?
She’d been hoping she could just walk away from the nightmarish mistake of her night with Teddy Wolfe. Bury her head in the sand and nurse her ego alone in the privacy of her apartment for a few days.
But all that had changed.
Sarah Cartwright might have trained to be a fourth-grade teacher instead of a woman of adventure, but the blood of law enforcement—of justice and honor and doing the right thing even when it was tough—ran in her veins.
Wanting to put some distance between her and McDonough, she hurried across the casino’s deserted parking lot, praying the dark of night would cover her escape. She climbed into her car and locked herself inside. Glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure no one was following her, she pulled onto the street heading toward home. Then, she finally picked up her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.
She knew the drill, knew what she had to do.
“Kansas City 9-1-1 Emergency Assistance Center. How may I direct your call?”
Sarah swallowed hard. “I need to report a murder.”
“I JUST NEED YOU TO CHECK on her for me, okay? I know you didn’t sign on for babysitting duty, but it’d be a load off my mind.”
Detective Cooper Bellamy listened to his partner’s request, already pulling a clean T-shirt from his drawer and tucking it into the jeans he’d donned as soon as his phone had rung in the middle of the night. Though he’d be dressed and on the job before this conversation was done, he had to put up some kind of argument when Seth Cartwright had called to tell him he was worried about his twin sister’s safety.
“I’m sure it’s in the fine print somewhere, buddy.” He could almost hear the hitch in Seth’s Dragnet-serious voice as Coop harassed him into a relieved harumph. “I provide intel. Report to the chief. Save your ass. Babysit your sister. I do it all.”
“You’re a god among men, Coop.” Seth could dish it out as well as he could take it.
“I keep tellin’ you that.”
