Unforgivable (27 page)

“Maybe there’s something else, something she doesn’t realize she has yet,” Ric said. “Some sort of DNA evidence or test she could do that would shed light on all of this, and he doesn’t want that happening. Also, he spent some time in her car with her. Maybe he’s worried about her recognizing him somehow and making an ID one day. Murder for hire’s a capital offense. He gets caught, he’s looking at death row.”

Rey shook his head. “Or maybe he’s obsessed. He missed his shot twice, now he’s more determined than ever to get his payday.”

Ric checked his watch. He needed to give Mia a call. He’d be damned if he’d let another night go by with her sleeping at that SEAL’s house. Mia’s motives might be pure, but Ric didn’t trust Black for a minute. The guy was an operator, and he probably had no qualms about moving in on a vulnerable target.

Ric sure hadn’t.

“Where is she now?” Rey asked.

“Who, Mia?”

Rey just looked at him. His brother had always been way too good at reading him.

“Some friend from work gave her a ride home and offered her a place to stay,” Ric said. His last update was courtesy of Sophie. Ric hadn’t actually talked to Mia since he’d dropped her off yesterday.

“This the SEAL I ran deep background on last night?” Rey asked.

“Yeah.”

Rey lifted his eyebrows at this apparent lapse in judgment.
How the hell’d you let that happen?
his look seemed to say. As if Ric had had a choice.

Although he had. Mia had looked at him with those soulful blue eyes that practically begged him to lie to her. She’d wanted him to tell her that this thing between them was going somewhere. And he’d almost done it. All the right promises had been on the tip of his tongue, but he’d discovered he couldn’t lie to her, especially not straight to her face like that.

So, instead—like an idiot—he’d practically shoved her at Black with both hands. Ric couldn’t believe he’d done it. It was one of the stupidest moves he’d ever made. He deserved every bit of misery he was feeling right now and more.

“You know, the guy’s clean,” Rey said. As if that made it better. “It’s not a bad place for her to stay, considering.”

Ric looked away. His brother was trying to get a rise out of him.

“You serious about this girl or what?”

Ric didn’t answer.

“Because it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this torqued up about something.”

“I’m not torqued up.”

“You look like shit, Ric. When was the last time you slept?”

He shook his head.

“Fine, keep it to yourself,” Rey said. “But if you do like this girl, you’re going to hate what I’m about to tell you.”

CHAPTER 19

Mia lay in a eucalyptus-scented bath, waiting for the tension to seep out of her muscles. After days of running, she was back in her own house, in her own bathroom, taking a soothing soak in her own claw-footed tub. She should feel Zen, relieved, finally at peace with her situation after days and days of emotional turmoil.

Instead, she felt edgy. Aromatherapy was no match for a heavy sense of foreboding and the knowledge that a team of armed federal agents was staked out across the street. There would be no relaxing tonight. She’d be lucky to catch a wink of sleep.

She turned the hot water on with her foot and tried to push the worry away. This was
her
choice, and she wouldn’t second-guess herself. The FBI had offered, with Rachel’s blessing, to give Mia complete immunity from any charges related to stealing and destroying evidence. In exchange, they merely wanted her cooperation—as in sit at home and wait for someone to come after her. The plan was simple yet tantalizing, so tantalizing that Mia had agreed to it without even consulting her lawyer. Vivian probably would have advised her to
take the Fifth on everything and let the FBI put their own asses on the line to catch their bad guy.

And yet Mia had jumped at the deal. Why? Same reason she did almost everything: her obsession with her work. She wanted her career back, her life back. As Ric had pointed out, her career
was
her life, so it was the same thing. Her professional reputation meant everything to her, and she’d never get it back if there was a shadow hanging over her each time she signed her name to a report or got up to testify at a trial. And if it ever became public that she’d stolen and destroyed evidence? The cascade effect on all of her previous cases was unthinkable. Every defense attorney whose client had been put away with the help of her testimony would challenge the conviction.

Mia couldn’t bear the thought. She needed immunity. She needed the assurance that her actions on that frigid, fateful day would never come back to haunt her. Cooperating with the FBI had been a snap decision.

And if Ric didn’t like it, so what?

His words on the phone an hour ago had been cold, clipped. He’d made it clear that he thought she was making a big mistake. But it wasn’t his decision. He wasn’t the one who had to live with the ramifications of what she’d done. Ric was a bystander in all of this, no more a part of her life than he had been two weeks ago.

Except that he was.

She couldn’t tell him that, but at least she could be honest with herself. She’d offered him something, and he’d taken it, just as she’d known he would. He was, after all, a guy. And she had no right to feel betrayed, because he’d warned her from the beginning about all of
the things he didn’t want that he knew she did. Even yesterday, in the midst of an uncomfortable conversation, he’d held his ground. He hadn’t said a lot of things he didn’t mean just to avoid hurting her feelings.

So, yes, her feelings were hurt. Ironically, she trusted him now more than ever, because he’d been honest with her about where things stood.

Mia turned off the water again and settled back to relax. She did some yoga breathing and tried to focus on something positive. But all she could think about was her meeting with Delmonico that afternoon.
He’s not finished yet. He’ll be back.
And then Ric’s words crowded her brain:
His pride’s at stake now. He won’t miss again.
Both Ric and the agent seemed to think that this hired gun, whoever he was, had her on his hit list. And she’d agreed to sit there and wait for him to come after her. It went against every survival instinct she had, but she’d agreed to do it, because as long as he was out there, she would never feel confident about her safety or her family’s.

Creak.

Her eyes flew open at the sound. She sat up, sloshing water over the sides of the tub.

Ric stepped into the room.

“How’d you get in?” she squeaked.

Instead of answering, he propped his shoulder against the wall and watched her. His gaze didn’t leave her face, and she could tell by the glint in his eyes that he’d already looked his fill.

She pulled her knees to her chest. “What are you doing here?”

“Making sure you don’t shoot me.”

“You think I’d
shoot
you?”

“I penetrated your security, in case you hadn’t noticed.” His gaze drifted down, then back up again. There was something dangerous in his look now. “Didn’t Black give you one of his guns?”

She hesitated.

“Where is it?”

“My purse.”

Shaking his head, he pulled his phone from the pocket of his leather jacket and walked out.

Mia stared at the empty doorway. Then she scrambled to her feet and grabbed a towel from the rack. As she wrapped it around herself, a tirade of angry Spanish erupted from the hallway. Mia didn’t understand a word of it, but the meaning was clear. Ric was very, very unhappy with someone, and she guessed that whoever it was had a federal badge.

She darted into the bedroom and put on a terry bathrobe. The argument continued as she hurriedly pulled a comb through her hair.

And then it stopped. Not a sound. Nothing. Mia crept into the hallway and listened, wondering if he’d left as suddenly as he’d come.

Her phone chimed, and she jumped. She snatched it up from her nightstand.

“Hello?”

“It’s Special Agent Delmonico. Is Ric Santos with you?”

She heard her microwave oven being opened and shut.

“Um, yes.”

A curse on the other end of the phone, followed by some barked orders commanding someone named James to get his ass over there.

“It’s okay,” Mia rushed to add. “I let him in.”

A pause as the agent probably tried to understand this. Mia didn’t understand it herself. She hadn’t let Ric in at all, but now that he was there, she wanted to smooth things over.

“Remember the protocol, Miss Voss. All visitors must be cleared through the team leader, which means me.”

“It’s ‘Dr.’ ”

“What?”

“
Dr.
Voss. Not Miss. Is there anything else?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

“In that case, good night.”

Mia clicked off and stuffed the phone into her pocket. She didn’t like to be snippy with people, but for heaven’s sake, they were supposed to be
protecting
her. That was part of the bargain. And somehow an armed man had slipped under their radar.

She found Ric sitting in her living room with a basketball game on mute. He was eating something off one of her dishes.

“I want to know how you got in here.”

He took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. He swigged water from one of her glasses. “Back door,” he finally said, plunking the glass down.

“You just waltzed through the back door?”

“You think I slid down the chimney?”

Mia stalked into the kitchen. She inspected her lock. Everything looked normal. She pressed some buttons on her alarm system and saw that the last entry had been eight minutes ago through the back door.

She returned to the living room. “Who gave you my alarm code?”

“You did.”

She stared at him. He must have watched over her shoulder as she’d entered it the other night. She’d never thought to hide it from him.

“And the lock?”

“Locks can be picked.” He polished off his food.

“What about the FBI team?”

“What about them?”

“How’d you get past them? They’re supposed to be staking out my street.”

He shoved his plate away. “Looks like they were sleeping on the job.”

Mia refused to believe that they were sleeping. But they must have been distracted. Ric had proved his point.

She went to stand beside her sofa where he sat, watching her with an angry gleam in his eye.

“I told you this was a bad idea, didn’t I? I could have just as easily been someone coming in here to kill you.”

Mia stepped closer.

“And what would you have done, thrown a bar of soap at me?”

She tucked her hands into the pockets of her robe. He was right. And he’d come there to demonstrate that he was right to her and the team of agents camped out half a block away. She hoped they’d gotten the message.

“Thank you.”

He scowled, and she could tell that he hadn’t expected gratitude.

She sat down on the opposite end of the sofa. “You don’t understand why I’m doing this, do you?”

“No.”

She looked at him. “I realized
something, only I realized it too late. I realized it after I’d already done what this guy wanted, after I’d already let him use me and compromise my integrity.”

“You were
coerced,
Mia. That doesn’t mean shit about your integrity. This whole immunity thing is pure manipulation. Ask your sister if you don’t believe me.”

“Just listen.” She had to explain this. She needed him to understand. At some point, his opinion of her had come to matter. “I thought going along with it would keep Sam safe, and me safe, and Vivian, and whoever else. But after it was done, I realized that it wouldn’t keep anyone safe at all. I did what he needed me to, and now I’m a liability. I’ll never be safe until he’s caught. Neither will my family, because he obviously knows that’s my Achilles’ heel. So if there’s something I can do to help investigators bring him in, I’m going to do it.”

“I can’t believe you’d let them use you as bait,” he said. “They don’t give a damn about you. And they only care about this guy because they think they can flip him and get the goods on someone important.”

Mia sighed. She couldn’t make him understand, so she redirected the conversation. “What did your brother say just now?”

“Someone screwed up, but it won’t happen again.”

“This wasn’t his idea, you know. Delmonico came up with it. You shouldn’t be mad at Rey.”

“He should have given me a heads up as soon as he got wind of this, when there was still time to change the plan. He didn’t.”

“Please let it go, Ric. I don’t want you mad at your brother because of me. You two seem close.”

He watched her. For the first time since she’d sat
beside him, she was acutely aware of the robe she had on and the way he was looking at her.

She scooted closer to him on the sofa. She had no idea why she did it, except that he was there, and all of the logical things she’d been telling herself about shielding her heart from him seemed irrelevant now. She wanted that intimacy back from the other night, even if she could only have it for a few hours.