Chapter 15

She had held him so tightly! It had felt so comforting, so right at the time to be held by Mick. She had felt so secure, so ... right.

Now she wasn't so sure -- about anything. Her head hurt terribly with the mother of all hangovers. Whatever the drug was that had been injected must have lingered in her system. At least she thought it must be the drug since she just couldn't get it together. It was all so confusing, thinking that she had known him before.

Carl had called wanting a statement. Said that the Professor was in some kind of shock and the kid was dead; his broken body was found in the crashed car. What did she know about it? She said she honestly couldn't remember anything after the Professor's assault in the basement.

Steve had already called her cell, worried when the wire had been pulled off and he lost contact with her. So no one really knew anything. And apparently that was how it would stay. The two dead girls' cases were closed. Mick must have somehow seen to it all even wiping fingerprints and all traces of her and himself.

Now it was time to go back to work. Her friend's book was coming out soon and she had been excited to go to a book signing party until she started reading the book. How could it be? There had to be some explanation for there he was: Mick St. John.

Well, it was time to get over the embarassing scene of her clinging to him that night. She'd find out where his agency was located and thank him with what? What do you get someone for saving your life? She asked around the office. The consensus was Scotch. Expensive, aged single malt. Yes, he seemed like a man who would enjoy a good drink.

But at his penthouse office (wow, the agency must really be successful to live like that), things didn't go so well. His father was a detective, too? He seemed surly about it, what's his problem?

And at the party, my God, what a scene! When she saw him, he looked sane enough (and mouthwateringly handsome) but later she wasn't so sure. For it appeared as if he had carried his father's personal vendetta too far.

Later at the office, she read through the old file Mick had pressed into her hands. This cop had really detailed it out. And yes, there was mention of Mick St. John but nothing showed up on the internet about the father. Nada, zilch. The cop was still alive, maybe he could shed some light.

Now after the visit, her headache was back and she was even more puzzled. What is it that Mick isn't telling her? She was sure she could get to the bottom of it if he would just talk to her!

She headed home. Josh was cooking. Maybe he could read the file and make some sense out of it.