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I’ve never felt so called out in all of my life. Maybe I need to rethink being a PI ’cause stealthy doesn’t seem to describe me.
“Is that a gun in your bag?” I ask calmly. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman threaten me with a gun in her handbag before, and I don’t know how to feel about it.
“Who are you with?” she demands, eyes narrowing. “I’m sure you know who my dad is, and he’s on his way right now, so if you don’t tell me the truth, he will torture it out of you himself.”
Jesus.
These biker chicks aren’t messing around.
And she’s a teacher?
“If you are teaching the youth of today, I’d say we’re all fucked, wouldn’t you?” I can’t help myself from saying.
“So I was right, you were at the school!”
Oh, fuck. She played me.
“I was at the school—one of my kids goes there.” I’m just talking shit at this point, because it’s my only shot at not blowing my cover. Funny she brought her dad into this and not her partner, who as far as I know is also a biker.
“You said you were staying at a hotel, which means you don’t live here,” she points out, shaking her head. “Is anything that comes out of your mouth the truth?”
I shrug. “Sometimes.” When I see her hand twitch in her bag, I realize I probably should stop joking around. “Okay, fine. I was following you. I’m looking for someone, and I think you are her. Cara Ward?”
“Who the fuck is asking?”
Wow. She’s angry.
“My name is Seth Decker, and I’m a private investigator,” I explain. “I have my card right here which I can show you as proof. I’m no threat to you, I can promise you that.”
“You’ll have to forgive me for not blindly trusting you with that one,” she murmurs, taking her hand out of the bag when her neighbor comes out.
“Cara? Are you okay?” an elderly lady calls out.
“Yes, Mrs. Treble, was just checking who was at your house. But it’s just a young gentleman looking for directions.”
I realize now why she came to confront me. She knew her elderly neighbor was here, most likely alone, and must have wanted to make sure nothing would happen to her.
She’s a brave woman, and my respect immediately grows for her.
“I have an old map if he needs it,” Mrs. Treble offers kindly.
“It’s okay, he sorted it and he’s about to be on his way,” Cara calls back out to her.
The cute old lady waves and heads back inside. Cara ducks her head closer. “Could you please get the fuck out of here? And don’t come creeping around here again.”
“You aren’t curious?” I ask, surprised.
“Of course I am, but I’m also not an idiot, so I’m not going to get into this right now while I’m alone.”
“We could meet somewhere public and have a chat. You choose the place and time.”
She studies me, eyes flashing. “Okay, but I’m bringing someone with me.”
I shrug. “Doesn’t bother me. Just make sure it’s someone you don’t mind knowing your personal business.”
Her brow furrows, and I catch a glimpse of worry in her eyes.
I don’t know why, but I quickly make sure she knows she has nothing to worry about. “It’s nothing bad, so don’t stress about it.”
