Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“What the absolute fuck, Greer?” he asked stiffly.
I swallowed hard. Opened my mouth. Then tried again.
Nothing would come out.
I heard voices behind him, but as I stared into Davis’s eyes, the only thing that would come to me was the shakes.
That’s when I started to cry.
Normally, I prided myself on being able to control my emotions. I’d spent a lot of time since my dad’s passing hiding my emotions. I mean, it was almost a requirement when your mother completely stopped acting like a mother, and you have no other choice but to grow up and become an adult before you’re ready.
But right then, after seeing the dead body of my boss, I couldn’t control it.
I face-planted in Davis’s body.
The first time I hugged the man was seconds after seeing the dead, mutilated body of my boss.
“Greer,” he rumbled.
I heard him in my ears, both the one that was pressed to his rumbly chest and the one that was free to listen to his beautiful voice unhindered.
“W-what?” I asked.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
I heard the door open and close and then heard Kobe’s voice say, “Dude’s dead.”
I swallowed hard.
He was dead.
Very, very dead.
“What?” Davis asked.
“Smelled it,” Kobe said. “From the hallway. Was coming up here to talk to you about something when I smelled it. Ol’ dude was stabbed a lot of times. He’s dead.”
Ol’ dude being my boss.
I closed my eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over me.
Everything after that happened like a whirlwind.
One second I was in Davis’s arms, his arms tight around me, and the next, I was deposited in his closed office with only my thoughts to occupy me.
I lay back on his comfy office couch and counted the ceiling tiles eighteen times—there were seventy of them.
There were murmurings behind the closed door, obviously there was a lot of traffic in and out of the hallway beyond Davis’s office. But no one came in.
I must’ve sat there for at least a full hour before the door finally opened again.
Davis came back inside with Sunny at his heels.
He looked at me, and his smile was small as he said, “Not how I thought I’d see you again after last night.”
He looked from me to Davis and back, and I was definitely confused.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
His brows rose, and he looked to Davis again.
“What?” I asked.
“Tell me what happened,” Sunny said as he changed the subject.
I allowed it, then told him exactly what happened, starting with me walking to the office and ending with me finding Herb dead in the middle of the room.
“Anything weird jump out at you as you walked in today?” he asked.
I told him about the things I ignored on my way in.
“Guy tried to keep someone from going and checking on him,” Sunny guessed. “Lights and noise invite people to investigate.”
“Yeah,” Davis said. “I had someone here installing lights and cameras. He was here from midnight until about five this morning. Paid him overtime to get it done today. He reports no one coming in or out of the back alley during those hours. He’s not sure about the front.”
I swallowed hard.
“And the video feed?” Sunny asked, his voice hopeful.
“Didn’t get it up and running until around six this morning,” he grunted. “Installed it myself. But the security in my half of the building didn’t pull anything.”
“You didn’t have any security in the hallways or on the doors?” he asked.
He grimaced. “Oversight on my part until last night.”
Until I told him how scary it was for a woman to be alone.
That made me feel somewhat bubbly inside. I didn’t like it.
“Fuck,” Sunny said. “Let me look at what security footage you do have, just in case.”
So that’s what they did. They reviewed the security footage.
All it showed was Lars coming in and out of the hallway to accept the food he’d ordered in, and that was it. Lars had never left all night long. And the delivery person had gone straight back to his vehicle and left—that information had been confirmed because he’d taken another delivery order within five minutes of delivering.
“What now?” I asked curiously.
“Now, we process the crime scene and hope whoever killed him fucked up and left some evidence behind,” Sunny said.
I shook my head. “What about my work?”
“Your work is off-limits for a while,” he admitted. “Until the crime scene can be cleared. And that might be a while.”
Meaning, I was jobless. Again.
Great.
“My mom likes to bring trouble to town,” I said quietly. Stiffly. “She was just here a few weeks ago and stole my car. You might want to look into her, too.”
Sunny studied me for a few long seconds, then nodded. “We will.”
Sunny turned and followed one of his crew into Herb’s office, leaving me alone with Davis who was busy staring down at me. He had a really weird look on his face.