Against the Night (6 page)

“So now you want to hire me to help you find her.”

“Y-yes…”

“And in exchange you’re willing to make a trade.”

She swallowed, nodded.

“I like this idea, Angel. I like it a helluva lot.” Then he hauled her into his arms, bent his head and very thoroughly kissed her.

Amy gripped Johnnie’s powerful shoulders and just hung on, reeling at the powerful jolt of desire that shook her. Hot lips, softer than they looked, moved over hers, nibbled the corners of her mouth. He deepened the kiss, coaxed her lips apart and his tongue slid inside.

Heat engulfed her; need curled in her belly. She wanted to have his hands on her, wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to make love to her. She had never felt this way before, never experienced this intense, mindless hunger. She wanted to give in to it, let him have what he wanted.

What she also wanted.

She pressed herself more firmly against him, felt the heavy weight of his erection. He was going to help her. In return, she was paying him with her body. It didn’t matter that she was selling herself like…like a prostitute, behaving like…like a whore.

Her throat closed up. A little sob got caught there. She felt his mouth against the side of her neck, trailing scorching kisses along her throat, and her eyes stung. His fingers worked the buttons on her blouse and tears welled.

She wasn’t a whore. She didn’t sell herself to strangers.

What about Rachael? What if she isn’t dead?
The awful thought both she and Babs secretly believed.
What if she’s in terrible trouble and there is no one to help her?

He kissed her again, long and deep, but the desire was fading, replaced by a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The tears in her eyes slipped onto her cheeks.

Johnnie must have felt the wetness because he broke off the kiss and jerked away. “All right, that’s it!”

Hard fingers dug into her shoulders. Her head came up as he backed her against the wall and she stared into his dark, angry face.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded. “And don’t even think of telling me your name is Angel Fontaine.”

She shook her head, misery sweeping over her. She had failed Rachael, failed herself.

“I’m so s-sorry. I thought…thought I could do it. I didn’t mean to lead you on, I just…” Fresh tears welled and the sob locked in her throat finally escaped.

Johnnie blew out a breath and eased her back into his arms. “It’s all right. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to work.” He held her a moment, giving her time to compose herself, then moved away.

“I was going to tell you my name,” she said, brushing away a drop of wetness with the tip of her finger. “I didn’t mean to deceive you. I just…”

“You just what?”

“There’s something about you… I don’t know, I just… When I get around you, I can’t seem to think straight.”

A corner of his mouth edged up and some of his anger faded. “Go on, let’s hear it.”

She swallowed. “My name is Amy Brewer. I’m not…not a stripper. I’m…I’m a kindergarten teacher.”

Johnnie groaned.

“The part about my sister is true. After Rachael disappeared, I flew out here from Grand Rapids. Babs—that’s my roommate, Barbara McClure—she and Rachael worked together at the Kitty Cat Club. They were friends. Babs got me the job at the club. She helped me deal with my…my inhibitions and learn to dance—which wasn’t all that easy. Eventually, I got the hang of it. And then I saw you and I found out you were an investigator and we sort of came up with this plan.”

“This plan being for you to sell yourself to me in exchange for my services.”

Fresh tears welled. She wiped them away. “I guess so. It sounded like a good idea at the time, considering…”

“Considering what?”

She looked him in the face. “Considering what happened in that room.”

Johnnie’s eyes seemed to darken. There was no mistaking what she meant. She was attracted to him or she wouldn’t be sitting in his living room.

“Anything else?”

“There’s more, but it isn’t important now.”

“Why don’t you let me decide that?” He led her over to the sofa, as modern as the rest of the apartment, which had high, open ceilings, a sleek dark brown sofa and chairs, and everything perfectly in place. He was, after all, an ex-soldier.

He picked up her wineglass and handed it back to her, grabbed his beer, and sat down beside her on the sofa.

“Okay, tell me the rest.”

Amy took a fortifying sip. “Once I started my sister’s old job, I began to dig around. That’s the reason I came to L.A., to try to come up with information that might help me find her. There’s a man my sister dated before she disappeared. His name is Kyle Bennett. He’s supposed to be a movie producer. Tomorrow afternoon, I’m going over to his house for—”

“No way. I know Kyle Bennett and the guy is a scumbag. He’s about as much a movie producer as I am.”

“I kind of figured that, but it isn’t the point. The point is, my sister came to Los Angeles to try to get into the movie business.”

“Gee, there’s a good idea.”

“I know, but that’s what she wanted to do. So she might have believed Kyle Bennett could help her. If she was involved with him, maybe he had some part in her disappearance.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to him.”

“He isn’t going to tell you anything. He’ll be a lot more likely to open up to me than he will be to you.”

“You’re a schoolteacher, remember? Not a cop. There is no way you should involve yourself in something like this.”

“It isn’t as bad as it sounds. Babs knows Kyle’s address and what time I should be back. If I don’t get home when I’m supposed to, she’s going to call the police.”

He just shook his head. “No way, no how.”

She set the wineglass very carefully down on the coffee table and stood up.

“You’ve been very nice, Johnnie. Especially considering the way I’ve behaved. Now I’d appreciate it if you would take me back to the club.”

“Shit.”

“I’m doing this. I’m going to find out what happened to my sister.”

He set down his beer and slowly stood up from the sofa. He was a big man, powerfully built, intimidating just standing there in front of her. She forced herself not to back away.

Johnnie looked down at her and his breath whispered out on a sigh. “All right. I’ll help you.”

Amy opened her mouth to tell him she had changed her mind about paying him with sex, but he cut her off.

“No strings,” he added. “I’ll do some digging, see what I can come up with. I’ll do what I can to find out what happened to your sister.”

She started shaking her head.

“What now?”

“I need to be involved in this. I owe it to Rachael. I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”

“Were you listening to what I said? You aren’t a cop. You aren’t trained for this kind of work.”

“I’m keeping my appointment tomorrow with Kyle Bennett. I might find out something important.”

His jaw clenched and unclenched. He must have noticed the mutinous set of her chin because he simply nodded. “Fine. You’re probably right about getting him to talk. But if I’m going to help you, we do things my way. Is that understood?”

He was an investigator. He knew what he was doing. She gave him the first sincere smile she had felt all evening. “Understood.”

“One last thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Sooner or later, I’m taking you to bed, but it won’t be because you owe me. It’ll be because the time is right and you want me as much as I want you.”

Her stomach contracted. Just looking at him made her want him but she knew he was right. Her mind wasn’t ready even if her body was more than willing. She didn’t reply. God only knew what she might say if she did.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow,” he said. “Right now, it’s time for me to take you home. I think we both know what will happen if we stay here much longer.”

Ignoring a rush of embarrassment, Amy nodded and let him guide her out the door. Of all the endings she could have imagined for the evening, this wasn’t one of them.

She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed.

Five

Johnnie backed the Mustang out of the garage and headed down the hill. A freakin’ schoolteacher. Jesus, just his luck.

At least his instincts hadn’t been wrong.

He shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable. He’d had a hard-on nonstop since the first time he had seen Angel at the club.

Not Angel, he corrected himself.
Amy.
Amy Brewer. Kindergarten teacher.

Christ, how much worse could it get?

“Nice car,” she said, drawing his attention back to the moment.

“Four-hundred-twelve horses under the hood of this little beauty.”

As they passed beneath a streetlight, he caught her soft smile. “When I was in high school, my dad had a Stingray. It was old, but it was hot. He was a mechanic, great with cars. Once in a while, he’d let me drive it.”

“You like cars?”

“I do…yes. I love speed. I like to go fast—when it’s safe. I like the sound a car makes when you step on the gas. I guess I picked it up from my dad.”

His lips faintly curved. The lady was just full of surprises. “So, your dad still around?” If he was, the guy had to be crazy to let his daughter get involved in something as dangerous as this.

“He died three years ago. He was cutting firewood. Tree split wrong. He was killed instantly.”

He could read the sorrow in her face. “That’s too bad.”

“My mom’s back in Grand Rapids. She didn’t want me to come out here.”

Imagine that.

“She’s afraid something will happen. She said losing one daughter was enough.”

He tossed a glance her way as he made the turn off Laurel Canyon onto Sunset and merged with the traffic. “Your mother’s right. Snooping around the way you’ve been doing…that’s dangerous business, honey.”

“Maybe, but so far I haven’t found out much of anything. I’m hoping tomorrow will be different.”

“What time’s your appointment?”

“Two o’clock at Kyle’s house. He lives in Bel Air so it isn’t that far a drive.”

“Bel Air, huh? Pretty ritzy for a scumbag. You got a car?”

“Babs is lending me hers.”

“I need your cell number. Write it down on a piece of paper.”

She pulled a pen out of her purse and scribbled the number on the back of a Kitty Cat Club napkin she dug out of the bottom.

Johnnie pulled into the parking lot and stopped beside the rear entrance. “If Tate gives you any trouble about being out with a customer, tell him I’m helping you with a personal problem. He knows what I do for a living. That should be enough to keep him off your back.”

“All right.” Amy handed him the napkin, opened the car door and got out. He rolled down his window as she walked around to his side of the car.

“I’ll call you late morning,” he said, handing her a business card. “We need to work out the details before you go in. And I need to talk to your sister’s friend Barbara. Can you make that happen?”

“Babs usually sleeps till noon, but I can get her up a little early.”

“I’ll call, set up a place for us to meet.”

She just nodded. “Thank you, Johnnie. I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He watched her walk into the club and realized it bothered him to think of her working in there. She was a schoolteacher, for chrissake. She shouldn’t be dancing naked in a goddamned tittie bar.

He sighed as he turned the car around and drove away. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Except find her sister. Then he could send her sweet little schoolteacher ass back to Michigan where it belonged.

Amy usually slept late on her day off, but her nerves were strung too tight. Instead, as the sun came up, she dressed in a pair of white stretch Levi’s and a pink T-shirt, left Babs asleep in the apartment, and walked a block down the street to a little espresso bar called The Caboose.

“I’ll have a skinny double-shot latte,” she said to the barista, a dark-haired girl with braces who didn’t look old enough to be out of high school. With a chocolate biscotti in one hand and the coffee in the other, Amy sat down at one of the small square tables.

She reached over to the table next to hers and picked up an
L.A. Times
someone had left behind. She did a quick perusal, checked the local news, which was nothing but murder and mayhem, the weather, which never changed in sunny California, and the comics, which at least made her smile.

When she finished her coffee, she headed back to the apartment and found Babs up and dressed in jeans and an orange tank top. Babs was extremely big busted so no matter what she wore, she looked top heavy, as if she would topple onto the floor if she leaned too far over.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” Amy said.

“My cell phone rang and woke me up,” Babs grumbled. “Wrong number, can you believe?”

“Why didn’t you just go back to sleep?”

“You said the Ranger wanted to talk to me. I figured I might as well get up and get ready.”

Last night, Babs had still been awake when Amy got home. Her friend had been worried, she knew, though Babs would never admit it. Amy had told her all the gory details, how she had made a fool of herself by reneging on her sex-for-work proposal and how John Riggs had again behaved as a gentleman.

“Johnnie was really great last night,” Amy said. “I was starting to freak and he knew it. He didn’t push me. He agreed to help anyway.”

Babs scoffed. “Don’t expect the same treatment from Kyle Bennett. Your sister said he was a real horse’s ass.”

Amy grinned, having no difficulty imagining her outspoken sister saying something like that. The grin slid away. “I’m not looking forward to meeting him, especially not at his house. I feel a lot better knowing Johnnie is going to be helping us.”

“You can say that again.”

Amy paced over to the window. The room they shared wasn’t glamorous, their only view the parking lot below. Still, she felt safe here, with Bo Jing and Tate to look after them, Dante and the rest of the crew. In the beginning, she had worried that someone Rachael had worked with might have been responsible for her disappearance, but Tate screened his employees well and after she got to know the men she worked with, she didn’t believe they’d had anything to do with it.