Somewhere Between Water and Sky (Shattered Things #2) (31 page)

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Ohmigod.

She whispers.

He was sitting in the booth next to us when I stopped you from leaving. I remember.

I look at her and nod. She pales a little and then looks at Jude, her voice quiet.


What

s is going on here?

I bounce off her question.

And how

d he get in my room?

Jude scratches his forehead as if he

s trying to figure out a puzzle.


It

s complicated, Stephanie.


Complicated my ass. Check who you

re talking to and try that again.

Kevin opens his mouth as if he

s going to say something and then, catching a look from Jude, shuts it and turns away. I pounce, the frustration growing to code red levels.


Wait. What was that? I saw that look. No secrets, you guys.

Fuck this shit.

I grab for Kevin

s wrist for the first time since seeing him. His eyes grow wide and I lower my voice. Once I have his attention, I let go of his arm, my fingers still tingling from where we had contact. I have to clench my jaw to keep my voice from trembling.

I really, really, really hate emotions.


No secrets, Kevin. I

m done with those.

Jessa clears her throat and raises her hand.


I

d like to know what

s going on, too.

Ren nods in solidarity, even though I have no idea if Kevin filled him in on anything on the drive over here.


It would be nice to have an inkling of why I played chauffeur today to a teenager with a federal ID.

I raise an eyebrow and Ren looks at me, thumbing his hand toward Kevin.

This guy just shows up at my place early this morning demanding a ride over here. Said it was

of the utmost importance.
’”
He jerks his head back.

Who talks like that anyway?

A breathy laugh escapes and I glance at Kevin.


You really told him nothing? Just demanded a ride?


I had to come, Steph. I wanted to make sure you

re safe.

I say nothing. There

s nothing to say to that kind of idiocy.

Jude blinks and notices Ren for the first time. He points at him and Jessa.


Who are you?


They

re my friends. And you don

t get anymore information until you answer questions.

He studies my face and then nods, rubbing his chin with his fingers. I notice the stubble.

Emma never lets him get away with stubble

always complains when he gets lazy in shaving.


How long have you been here?

He closes his eyes for a split second before looking at me again with a slight smile.


Steph. I promise. I

ll answer your questions.

He glances around and that

s when I see two things: there are absolutely no officers left in the lobby

and I have no idea when they left

and the men in suits sprinkled around the lobby are acting inconspicuous but eyeing us. There really is no difference between surveillance on both ends of the spectrum. I remember noticing the men watching me at all times back home

the men my father hired to keep tabs on me. They held the same stance as these men, the good guys.

Always suspicious. Always watching.

Jude gives a slight hand motion and the men disappear slowly and methodically. Pointing to a room off to our left, he looks at me.


Come on. We can talk in here.

I follow after him and Kevin, Jessa and Ren by my side.


Wait. Jude. Where

s Max?

He holds up his hand and shakes his head.

I purse my lips and sigh. I know that signal too. I give Jessa the side eye.


His wife used to do that in the classroom,

I whisper.

We called it the STFU hand.

I shake my head.

He just doesn

t get it, though. I

m not shutting up about this. I want answers.

She nods.

I know, girl. You deserve them.

She grabs my hand and makes me slow down to lengthen the distance between us and them.

I mean it, Stephanie.

I look at her and frown.

What do you mean?

She sets her jaw.

Don

t let them officiate you into being quiet or doing something you don

t want to do or believing something you know in your gut is a lie. This is
your
life and even though they may love you

that doesn

t mean they

ll always do right. Trust
yourself.
Remember? Storm-wood.

I swallow.


Storm-wood.

I respond, before turning around and walking toward Jude and Kevin, waiting for me down the hall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Sixteen

 

I pause at the door to the room and look around. There are surveillance cameras, laptops, wires

a set up that

s been weeks in the making

at least. I zone in on what the cameras are facing and recognize the curve of my hallway, our coffee shop


Jessa

s house.


Whoa,

Ren exclaims behind me.

I start breathing a little heavier and point a shaky finger at the screens.


What is that.

Jude and Kevin just glance at each other and do their best to turn off the monitors before I can see everything. A slow iciness spreads across my skin.


You guys have been watching me.

Jude leans against the table and crosses his arms over his chest. When I start backing away, Jessa grabs my arms and leans in.

No you don

t. No running. Besides, I gotta hear this.

She motions quietly with her chin.

That

s my condo.


I know,

I whisper back.

Jude moves to clasp his hands in his lap. I throw up a hand.


Well?

He exchanges a look with Kevin.


We

ve been following you this whole time, Stephanie.

I breathe in quick and shake my head.


I told you not to

I said to leave, to not follow me

what part of that did you not understand?

He nods.

I know. But you have to understand you were in jeopardy. You were completely unaware of Sam

s men watching you at all times.


That

s not true. They haven

t been following me. Only him. He

s the psycho.

He places his head in his hands and mutters into his fingers.


Did you even know one stayed right next door to you? It was a couple. We found them a few weeks ago. Brought them in. They

re in custody now.

My limbs grow heavy with memory

they were the ones I stole the champagne from

the ones who told me they moved from Portland and were staying there while their new home was built.

I shake my head.

That

s impossible.

Kevin jumps in and I bristle with the way my breath catches. I hate that he has this effect on me.

Why can

t he just go away.


It

s true, Steph. You know it, too. That guy at the Americana? He followed you guys there. He was tracking you before then

you said so yourself. He sat next to you on the bus.

My insides empty out into a puddle on the floor. I feel hollow

numb. This can

t be happening. I shoot a glance at Ren and Jessa, frozen in place. Jessa blinks and furrows her brow.


So what does this mean?

Pointing to the camera, she looks at Jude.

How long are you going to be watching my place? Isn

t that some kind of invasion of privacy?

Kevin chuckles and Jude throws him a warning glance. He opens his hands.

Unfortunately, for cases as intricate and complicated as this, you don't really have a say.


Like hell we don

t.

Jude looks at me in surprise. I can feel the anger boiling to the surface again and this time, I don

t push it down. I step closer to Jude, keeping my eye on Kevin. I know his pattern. Now would be the perfect opportunity for him to run in and save me from myself. He

s done it before. My anger always surprised him.


For months, I

ve believed I was starting fresh. I allowed the lack of answers because I was here and you guys were there and I felt a separation.

I motion to Ren and Jessa.

I made new friends.
Actual
friends who weren

t just using me as a job.

My gaze lands on Kevin before falling away.


They had no idea who I was until dad starting showing himself again. And when they found out? They didn

t run. They didn

t go behind my back to try and save me. They

re showing me that I can do this myself.

Jude winces.

Steph

please.

I hold my hands up.

No. YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME. For once. I want answers, Jude.

I stab my finger into my palm.

I

m tired of being the blind one when this? All of this?

I turn and point to all of the intricate wiring.

It

s about
me.
And I had no idea it was here.

I wrap my arms around my chest and feel my heart beating wildly.

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