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Authors: Kristen Proby
With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two
WITH ME IN SEATTLE
BUNDLE TWO
Kristen Proby
WITH ME IN SEATTLE
BUNDLE TWO
Kristen Proby
Copyright © 2015 by Kristen Proby
Safe With Me
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Playing With Fire
Breathe With Me
Forever With Me
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Book Five in the With Me In Seattle Series
By
Kristen Proby
SAFE WITH ME
Book Five in the With Me In Seattle Series
Kristen Proby
Copyright © 2013 by Kristen Proby
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
Cover Art:
Photographer: Molly Claridge of Be Still Photography
Graphic Artist: Renae Porter
Models: Michael Wilson and Steph Buzzell
“Why do we have to go to Daddy’s house?” Maddie asks from the back seat of my SUV. Her small arms are crossed over her chest, holding her dolly tightly against her, her face scrunched in a scowl.
“Because it’s Thanksgiving,” I reply patiently. “Your daddy wants to see you for the holiday.”
“I don’t want to go,” Josie joins in, mirroring her twin sister’s pose, and I sigh deeply, scrubbing my hands over my face as I wait for the light to turn green.
“It’s only until Saturday,” I remind them, while doing my best to ignore the pit in my stomach. I don’t want them to go either. Their dad only sees them on holidays or their birthday, if he shows up at all. Of course they don’t want to go stay with him.
They don’t know him.
As I pull up to Jeff’s small house in a suburb of Chicago, three men hurry out of his front door and jump into a dark SUV parked in the circular driveway. Just before they pull off, one of the men glances back at us.
I cut the engine and frown as I watch the vehicle take off at a fast clip down the street. My flags are red and flying all over the place in my head.
I glance back at the girls. “Stay here for a second while I go make sure your dad is ready for you, okay?”
They both just frown at me, their dark brown eyes looking all forlorn and sad, and I frown back at them. “Stop being sad. Your dad loves you guys. You’ll have fun.”
They just shrug as I step out of the car and walk up to his front door. I glance over my shoulder, curious who was in that SUV. They could be co-workers of Jeff’s, but if that’s the case, I’m not leaving the girls with him.
Jeff is an undercover cop, and the people he
works
with are unsavory, to say the least.
I knock on the door, but there is no answer, and the house is still. I knock again and sigh deeply. If he’s standing the girls up,
again,
I will kick his ass.
When there is still no answer, I try the knob and frown when the door opens easily. This is not Jeff’s usual M.O. He always locks the doors, even when he’s home.
“Jeff?” I call out as I walk inside, but there is no answer, and the smell of something hot and metallic fills my nostrils.
I move into the living room and stop dead in my tracks. Jeff is lying on the floor, his eyes wide open, mouth gaping, and a trickle of blood seeps from the single gunshot wound in his forehead.
Oh dear God.
My first thought is to run to him, to make sure he’s okay, but I wasn’t a cop’s wife for five years for nothing, and I have my babies in the car.
I run back to the car, start the engine, throw it in gear and peel out of the driveway, heading in the opposite direction the SUV went earlier.
Jeff is dead!
“Mommy, I thought we were going to Daddy’s house.” Maddie has turned in her seat, trying to see out the rear window.
“Sit down, Mads,” I order more harshly than I should, my eyes also pinned behind us.
I have to call the police.
“Where is Daddy?” Josie asks.
Both girls are watching me carefully, and I know my shaking hands and sharp voice are scaring them, so I do my best to look and sound calm.
I’m sure it’s not working.
“He had something come up with work,” I lie and check the rearview for the hundredth time.
“Okay,” Maddie replies and hugs her dolly close.
Shit, what am I going to do?
I pull into a gas station, grab my phone and step out of the car so the girls can’t hear my conversation.
Jeff’s partner answers on the second ring.
“Why are you calling this number?”
“Jeff’s dead,” I respond immediately. “I just found him in his house. I’m calling 911 but wanted to give you a heads-up first.”
“Son of a bitch,” he mutters. “Did you witness anything?”
“I saw them leaving the house, but no, I didn’t see them shoot him. I didn’t even think to get the license plate number of the car. It’s a dark SUV.”
“That’s no help, Bryn.” His voice is sad and frustrated. Sully worked with Jeff for more than ten years.
“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t touch anything.”
“I’ll call it in. We will need an official statement. You know the drill.”
I nod and then realize he can’t see me. I’m shaking. It’s hard to breathe.
“I think I’m going to leave town, Sul.”
He sighs and clears his throat. “Where are you going?”
“Home. Seattle. My family is there. My cousin’s brother-in-law is a cop with Seattle PD. Matt Montgomery. Can I give my statement to him?”
“I’m gonna need to get your statement before you leave. You know I can’t let you go without it.” It sounds like he’s pulling his phone away from his face. “Bryn, hold on.”
I pace by the car as I wait for Sully to come back. Jesus, is this really happening? Do I have time to go home and get some of the girls’ things? I’ve wanted to move back to Seattle for years, but never dreamed it would be under these circumstances.
Suddenly, Sully is back on the line.
“I think it’s a good idea that you go, Bryn. I can’t tell you who that was, but you were seen at Jeff’s house by the wrong people. Take the girls and get out of town. If you lie low, you should be fine, but I want you gone.”
Fuck. Jeff, what have you gotten me into?
“What about my statement?” My voice sounds stronger than I feel.
“I’ll meet you someplace with one of the other cops to get a statement. But I don’t want you going back to your place. I’ll take care of your stuff in a few days.”
I scrub my hand through my hair and glance into the car to find the girls watching me.
“Okay, I have to get some things for me and the girls.” I rattle off the location of the nearest discount department store and hear Sully sigh over the phone.
“Be careful. And text me Montgomery’s number.”
“Okay.”
The line goes dead as I hop back into my car and smile reassuringly at the girls, who are watching me with wide, scared eyes.
Kids are so much smarter than adults give them credit for.
I scramble in my purse for my phone and text Stacy’s husband, Isaac. The Montgomerys will know what to do.
With shaking fingers I type:
Plz call me when ur alone.
I dig in my purse again to make sure I have my wallet and all my necessities, and realization hits that I definitely can’t go back to our house to collect our things.
My phone rings, Isaac’s name on the caller ID, and I answer it quickly.
“Isaac.”
“Bryn? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t go into detail because the girls are in the car with me, but I have to come to Seattle right now.”
“Bryn, slow down. Are you hurt?”
“No, we’re all fine, but I don’t think we’re safe.”
“What do you mean?” His voice has taken on a hard edge, and it steadies me.
“I just saw something I shouldn’t have. I’ll explain when I get there. I just wanted to let you know that I’m driving home.” I glance back to find the girls watching me with wide, somber eyes.
“You’re driving?” he asks incredulously. “It’s almost December, Bryn. The roads are going to be horrible.”
“I know. I’ll take my time. I’m going to have to stop at night for the girls anyway. It could take me a week to get there.”
“I don’t like this,” he responds grimly.
“Me either.” As the shock catches up with me, tears run unchecked down my cheeks.
