She fidgets in her chair. Her legs bounce. She bites her bottom lip.
“I know what you think of me but you’re wrong. I’m not like those women who want to be claimed. I didn’t volunteer for this job so I could be close to Sin and make a place for myself at the top of the hierarchy. I want to work and be independent so I don’t have to count on a man for everything.”
I watch her body language as she speaks. I think she’s telling me the truth but I suspect there’s more to the story.
“That sounds all well and good until you factor in the part where you tried to sleep with Sin while I was away. I’m a firm believer that when someone shows you who they are, you’re wise to believe them.”
She looks defeated. “I didn’t want to do it.”
“Elaborate.”
“Abram made me,” she says.
That son of a bitch.
“What were his instructions?” I ask.
“He told me to fuck Sinclair until he forgot you.”
That bastard knew Sin loved me and would come for me.
“You realize you’re betraying Abram by confiding in me?”
“I value your trust and respect more than his. I’m hoping you’ll see it as a gesture of good faith. And perhaps come to forget what I did.”
Linsey isn’t stupid. She understands loyalty to Abram won’t serve her well for long since Sin will be replacing him soon.
Abram is cunning. I’m sure he made this woman feel as though her only choice was to carry out his orders.
Harry taught me that honorable people choose to restore dignity in others. “I think it’s possible we can put this behind us. But remember—you can’t ask for trust. It can only be earned.”
“I understand.”
“Good. I think this was a very productive meeting.” I get up and return my chair back to its home. “Would you like to walk out with me?”
“I think I would.”
She gathers her things and we step onto the lift together. “The other Fellowship women, I mean the ones you’ve spent time with this week, like you very much. I see why.”
“I’m happy to hear that.”
We stop in the lobby of the BI building to bundle up before stepping out into the cold. “Want to share a cab?”
“My sister is picking me up. We have a standing date for dinner every Monday night. You should join us.”
Sin has no idea how long he’ll be tied up. I don’t really want to go home to an empty house.
“I’d like that very much.”
* * *
After dinner, I part ways with Linsey and her sister. Sterling is busy with Sin so I’m left with cabbing it home.
The wind is brutal. I immediately want to return to the warmth I’ve just left. I pull on gloves and shiver in the faint drizzle. Though it’s not enough for an umbrella, I lift my hood to cover my head since it’ll eventually accumulate and leave me with a wet head.
I walk to the edge of the street to hail a taxi. Thank God I don’t have to wait long. I’m chilled to the bone.
I call out my address to the driver. His voice comes over the speaker into the back of the cab. “I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?”
It’s the accent. I think Scots ask me to repeat things so they can get another listen and try to peg where I’m from.
I open my mouth to repeat my address and see Abram leaving the same restaurant. He gets into the taxi in front of us.
Sin says I must have proof if I’m going to name Abram a suspect. There’s only one way to find proof. I must investigate him. “I’ve changed my mind. I’d like you to follow that cab in front of us instead.”
We leave the financial district. We take a bazillion side roads, finally landing in a small village on the edge of the city. Abram’s taxi stops in front of a tiny stone cottage. “Drive past slowly.”
This doesn’t look like the psychopath’s type of hangout. He enjoys the finer things in life so I’m intrigued by what would bring the high-and-mighty Abram to this neck of the woods.
I duck low in the back seat and watch him walk toward the cottage’s front door. “Pull forward and I’ll get out two cottages down.”
I backtrack to the house and note it’s a private residence. He’s visiting someone. Who?
I doubt this will benefit my investigation at all but one important lesson I learned from being an agent: a discovery can seem entirely unrelated and then turn out to be the crucial piece of evidence to blow the lid off.
I’m covered by darkness so I don’t fear gaining the attention of the neighbors as I dart around to the back of the stone cottage. I tiptoe across the damp grass but I don’t have far to go. The backyard is tiny, as most are in Edinburgh.
I listen for a moment and then peek through the window of the back entrance. No sign of Abram or his host.
I turn the knob and discover it’s locked. No problem. I’ve been picking locks like this since I was thirteen.
I take my lock-picking instruments from my purse. I consider them a staple for my handbag, the same as some women carry lip gloss.
I insert the tension wrench into the lower portion of the keyhole. I put the pick into the upper part and rake the pins. In under a minute, music to my ears as the tumbler clicks over. “Boosh.”
That was too easy. No way this place belongs to someone from The Fellowship. Or any other criminal organization. There’s no deadbolt or barrier preventing a home invasion. The person living in this place isn’t concerned with such things.
I slowly crack the door. The creak of hinges is the only sound. No voices. Odd.
I move through the kitchen, coming to a sudden stop when my weight causes the floor beneath my feet to creak. Damn these old buildings.
No one is in the living area. That’s where one would expect a visit to occur. Again, odd. Until I hear the sound from the room at the end of the hallway. Grunts. Moans. Rhythmic squeaking. I can’t mistake it for anything else. Sex.
Well, well. The psychopath has a lover. And I’d bet my ass she isn’t Fellowship. No way a woman from within the circle would stay in a dump like this when she knows Abram could put her up in the finest flat in Edinburgh.
I don’t need to see what’s happening. I’ll vomit if I do. I creep out the same way I crept in.
I sit on the bench at the bus stop on the corner and pull my hood tightly over my head. I wrap my scarf around the lower half of my face for warmth. And concealment.
Abram leaves ten minutes later. Not a cuddler, I suppose. No shock there.