Page 65 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

IT ISN’T often I get taken by surprise, but seeing Sharon’s name pop up on my phone gave me a momentary reaction of what the fuck?

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I wouldn’t go that far.

“How are you? Are you doing okay? I haven’t heard from you since you left Toronto.” Sharon huffed. “Not that that should surprise me. You got what you wanted, and then you dumped me, like you dumped all the others.”

I snorted. “If you’re still pissed, why are you bothering to call me? Or am I just one in a list of similar calls you have to make today? Unless I’ve gotten it wrong, and it isn’t ‘Call An Ex To Have A Rant’ day.”

“I see the last eight years haven’t blunted your wit. I thought you might be interested in what happened today, that’s all.”

I doubted it.

Before I could tell her as much, she said, “The police were here.”

Okay, scrap that last thought.

“Really? Did Brady in Accounts finally lose it with Gault in HR? Is the blood of one of them now soaking into that hideous carpet in the conference room?”

“They were asking a lot of questions—” A pause. “—about you.”

My heart didn’t even miss a beat.

“I can’t think why I’d be of any interest to the Canadian police.”

“A lot of people around here were joking that they’d finally worked out you were a serial killer, and they’d caught up with you.”

I laughed at the unlikeliness of that occurring.

“I just wanted to give you a heads-up, that was all.”

If that was all, she would’ve ended the call right there. Then it occurred to me that the flame hadn’t been extinguished entirely. Some women like a bad boy, I guess.

Except Sharon never got to see how bad I could be, for which she should have been truly thankful.

“Thanks for that.” And without waiting to hear what other inanities would fall from her lips, I hung up.

Okay, this was intriguing.

How did they find me? I didn’t make mistakes.

Well, perhaps one. I should’ve chosen an apartment for Jeff’s demise that wasn’t in the same block as mine.

It seemed it was time to change the game.

I went into my closet to pack a couple of bags. I wasn’t about to sit around waiting for them to knock on my door.

The best defense is a good offense, right?

I looked in the mirror.

And you are about to disappear forever.

Along with the rest of my belongings. I’d put what I could live without in storage, and it could stay there until I made a decision about my future. I’d take out enough money so there’d be no need to use credit cards.

I glanced at the bloody towel on the floor.

But you are staying put.

I felt the police would welcome a friendly face when they finally turned up at my apartment.

And as for my latest game?

Time to start the clock.