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“We’ll arrive in two minutes. We’ll question everyone who’s there and get all the details we can. What languages do you speak, Miss Price?”
“I’m fluent in French, Italian, German, and Japanese. I can get by in Portuguese and Russian, though don’t ask me to write either.”
She’s being modest. She also knows passable Greek and Hindi as well.
I’m fucking hard just listening to her list some of her many talents.
“Noted. We’ll get into why I hired you later, but for now I want you to know that I needed a woman on my team. There are places a petite woman like you can fit a lot more easily than a man like me or many on my team, and your skill set will also come in handy.”
She nods.
“When you’re proficient with a gun, you’ll conceal and carry.”
“Don’t I need a license?”
“I’ll take care of it. For now, if we get into a dangerous place, you’ll use the skills you already have, but only at mycommand. You donot,under any circumstances, act without my permission.”
“I thought we were just going to investigate.”
“We are. I like to be prepared. Lesson one, Miss Price. Investigations can turn sour, and easily.”
She nods, frowning as she looks out the window. “Why are the streetlights on during the day? That’s odd.”
I look to where she does. Each streetlight glows with a dim yellow light. I mentally commend her for noticing a detail I didn’t. One of the reasons I hired her.
I flick a button on my phone. Joe answers immediately.
“Boss?”
“Check the electric grid between North and Downey Road. See if you notice any unusual activity.”
I hang up the phone. I turn to Violet and point toward a sheathed knife on the console. “Have you ever used a knife?” I know for a fact she has, it’s one of the many skills her studio has taught her that they don’t advertise.
Though she doesn’t answer me at first, I can tell just by the way she takes the ankle sheath she’s skilled in knife use. In seconds, the sheath’s safely secured under her pant leg, but easy to retrieve at a moment’s notice. Throwing knives are long and sharp, and this one is no exception.
“Knives and I are BFFs, you could say.”
We’ll work on honesty, a two-way street. Eventually I’ll tell her exactly why I’ve watched her and looked into her past. My reasoning is pretty simple and honest, but I know that if I tell hertoo much too soon, I could push her away. I can’t risk that, not now.
I try to discreetly watch as she gets out of the cab of the truck, but I had nothing to worry about. She swings herself down like an expert, with grace and fluidity. Perfect. Something tells me I won’t regret hiring her.
We walk at a good clip to Skylar’s apartment building, but Violet pauses just outside the door. “Wait!”
I tamp down irritation. I don’t like waiting, and I want to get this done. But she’s fallen to one knee outside the door. She reaches out, fingering something I don’t see right away.
“What is it?”
She shakes her head. “Flowers.”
“Right. I’m sure there are flowers everywhere. I don’t want to waste any?—”
“No. No, listen.” She stands, holding a delicate spray of tiny white flowers. “Baby’s breath. I found the same flowers outside my car yesterday, these and a little purple one. Before I got into the accident.”
“Coincidence?”
Her gaze is troubled when she looks at me. “Could be. We should note it, though.”
“Noted. Now can we move on, please?”
