Page 137 of Nowhere to Hide

“Don’t keep her in the dark. I know it feels safer to shield her. You don’t need to give her all the details, but loop her in.”

I nodded.

“Nina brought her to the apartment already.” Leo folded his arms. “I don’t know what the hell we’re going to do, but maybe we can pull Stone in tomorrow to talk to him. He’s on the task force, but the FBI is leading.”

I just hoped there wasn’t another body by morning.

“Get some rest.” Dom gave me a tight smile. “Glad you’re back.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to deny it, but he was right. I couldn’t hide on that damn boat any longer; this jackass made sure of that. He was tired of waiting us out and made sure to get her back where he wanted her.

I nodded and headed down to the apartments. The Kendrick Group had a number of overseas employees, and it was easier to put them up at the tower than to find hotels.

The tenth floor was like a high-end apartment building with thick carpet for insulation as well as soundproofing. Apartment six was at the end of the hall and when I let myself in, the first thing I noticed was the gut punch of a view of the Boston Harbor.

It had a sizable living room with a sectional couch, television on the wall, and small dining area by the window. The kitchen was small, but serviceable with a full-sized stove, fridge, and microwave. A narrow kitchen island held the sink and afforded a bit of counterspace. A familiar white takeout bag from a nearby Italian restaurant sat by the sink.

Nyx probably ordered it in. She was always trying to feed someone.

I followed the hallway off the living room to the back of the apartment. I heard a feminine laugh and knocked on the door before peering inside.

Nyx turned with a smile. “There you are. I have clothes for you too. The ones in her suitcase aren’t going to work.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, Nyx.”

“Take care of my girl.” She patted my chest as she walked through the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cilla,” she called out as she left.

Cilla was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the king-sized bed. She was freshly showered, wearing black yoga pants and asoft purple sweater that dipped off her shoulder to show off a strappy tank underneath. “She’s a force, huh?”

“To say the least.”

“She practically pushed me into the shower as soon as we got here. I must have looked a real mess.”

I sat on the side of the bed. “It’s been a damn long day.”

Her eyes swam. “He killed someone didn’t he? Nyx wouldn’t tell me anything. She said you wanted to be the one to tell me.”

I moved up the bed so I could take her hand. “Let me take a quick shower and we’ll talk about it.”

She nodded. “Fine. I’ll go put together that food.” She slid off the bed, and I caught her hand before she could walk by.

“We’re going to figure this out.”

She nodded and quickly left.

I needed a few minutes to get my head on straight after seeing those photos. While I didn’t mind the shower on the catamaran, the jets and water pressure of the apartment beat away some of the sick in my stomach and the headache brewing behind my eyes.

I found a pair of black sleep pants and T-shirt waiting for me on the chair near the bed. The sharp scent of spicy ravioli led me to where Cilla had reheated the take out and plated it for us with a bottle of wine breathing on the counter.

“Feel better?”

I crossed to her and wrapped my arm around her, stilling her busy hand with my free hand. “Looks good. Smells even better.”

She gripped the counter. “You can’t keep shutting me out.”

“I know. I don’t want to scare you.” I pushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her nape.

“What I’m coming up with in my head is probably just as bad.”