She pulled her robe on, didn’t bother with her underwear and nightgown, didn’t even pick them up from the floor, she left them where they were.
“Violet,” he called but she belted her robe and he watched her run, the robe billowing out behind her as she went.
He rolled to his back and put his hands to his face, swiping them hard against his skin as he listened to the sliding glass door open then shut.
It cost him to stay still, on his back, in his bed and not go after her. It carved through his gut, the pain acute. The only way to get rid of it was to f**king move, to follow her, to go and get her, to drag her right back.
But he took the pain and stayed put.
Then he rolled to the side and he could smell the scent of her f**king hair on his pillow.
Chapter Four
The Mall
Cal barely got the door to his truck shut when he heard his name.
His eyes went to the sidewalk and he saw Colt, dripping with sweat and coming back from a run, slowing to a walk as he turned up Cal’s drive.
Colt was breathing heavy but not hard, the man was in shape, even six years older than Cal, who was thirty-nine. Colt was built tough and stayed that way.
“Yo,” Cal greeted.
“Can we talk?”
Cal examined Colt’s face and he nodded at what he saw and led the way to his house, not looking toward Violet’s. It had been two weeks since that morning. He’d left the next day and hadn’t been back.
He let them in and Cal went to the fridge in kitchen. He took out a bottle of water and tossed it to Colt who caught it. Then he took out a beer for himself and twisted off the cap, flicking it into the open trash bin.
“We got a problem,” Colt announced after he sucked back some water.
“Yeah?” Cal asked and he took a pull of his beer.
“In the neighborhood,” Colt went on and Cal wasn’t surprised.
Tina Blackstone had hooked up with Cory Jones, a match made in hell. They’d been together on and off for awhile at the same time Cory kept going back to his on and off wife. It wasn’t pretty and it could get loud, though he wasn’t around much to hear it. Cal wasn’t surprised it had escalated into what Colt described as a problem. Tina was a bitch and Cory was a f**kwad.
“What’s up?” Cal asked.
“It’s Violet,” Colt answered and Cal felt that sharp pain carve through his gut.
“Violet?”
Colt leaned a hip against the counter, nodded and took another slug from his water, his face set at one emotion – unhappy.
Dropping his hand, he explained, “Got a call from a Detective Barry Pryor, Chicago PD.”
Fuck.
He didn’t want to know but he asked all the same, “About Violet?”
“Yeah,” Colt nodded. “Pryor was her husband’s partner.”
Fuck!
Past tense, that was not f**king good.
“Was?” Cal asked.
“Her husband was murdered, a hit. He was investigating a local big man, got too close, they whacked him about a year and a half ago.”
Cal clenched his teeth and looked out his front windows. He couldn’t see her house from his vantage point but that was where his eyes aimed.
Cop husband. Murdered. A hit. Now she was alone, shoveling her own goddamned snow and raising two teenage girls.
Jesus, f**king, Christ.
“It isn’t over,” Colt told him and Cal’s eyes went to his friend.
“Come again?”
“Pryor says that Violet caught this guy’s eye.”
Cal’s whole body went tight. She could do that, Violet could. She could catch anyone’s eye. He knew this because she caught his.
“Caught his eye?” Cal asked in a low voice.
“Yeah, bad news, this guy. Thinks he’s untouchable. Apparently, while Vi’s husband was investigating him, he was investigating her husband. Found out about her, liked what he saw, took to her. Pryor thinks that could even be why this guy moved on her husband.”
“You are f**kin’ shittin’ me.”
Colt shook his head. “No,” he said. “Got in her business after the hit, if you can believe that shit, made it clear he was interested after he ordered the hit that killed her f**kin’ husband. Made it so clear, it got unhealthy and she packed up her girls and moved away.”
Cal didn’t take his eyes from Colt as he took another pull of beer and he suspected he now looked unhappy too, not unhappy like Colt, a lot more f**king unhappy.
When he dropped his hand, he asked, “He been to town?”
“Nope, but Pryor is close to her, her family. She told her brother a cop lived across the street, her brother talked to Pryor, told him to call us and give us a head’s up so we could keep an eye out. Says she hasn’t had a visit here but the brother and Pryor think he’s not done with her.”
Cal ran his tongue along his lower lip and then clenched his teeth again.
Colt kept talking. “We need to keep an eye out, Cal. You should go over, talk to her. I know she’s got an alarm but it was installed before she moved in. You should give it a once over.”
“That’s not gonna happen,” Cal replied and Colt stared at him.
“What?”
“She’s not gonna let me look at her system.”
“Cal, she’s cool, she’ll probably be grateful.”
“She’s not my biggest fan.”
Colt’s eyes narrowed with surprise. “Why not?”
Cal didn’t answer and he didn’t take his eyes from Colt.
He watched Colt’s body go on alert. “Christ, you f**ked her?”
Cal still didn’t answer.
“You f**ked a cop’s widow?” Colt sounded disbelieving and pissed, then again he was a cop, he’d feel that like no one else.
“Didn’t know she was a cop’s widow.”
“Fuck, Cal, loss is written all over her,” Colt clipped, definitely pissed.
“Not in your business, Colt, don’t see that shit like you do.”
“Bullshit.”
It was. It was bullshit. He’d seen it in Violet’s eyes, her face, the way she held her body, the dead in her voice when she spoke and, just like f**king Bonnie, he’d wanted to fix it. Bonnie’s shit was different, life started bad for her but in the end Bonnie’s shit was of her own making, not a tragedy forced on her, one she created. He couldn’t fix Bonnie. He’d tried, he’d failed. He wasn’t going to go there again.
“Get her out,” Cal told Colt. “You and Feb ask her and her girls over, let me know when she’s gone, I’ll recon her house and report to you. You can work something out for her with Chip.”