Page 12 of Refrain (Beautiful Monsters #2)

CHAPTER NINE

CHLOE

I should have run when I had the chance. Back to Montana, or farther. Anywhere but here. Vlad’s money is a tempting distraction, but maybe that’s all it ever was. An excuse to stay a little longer. Search longer. Hope longer.

But if Anna was here, then I’ve already screwed up my slim chances of finding her.

My failure encircles my neck like a noose as I enter the precinct with the hood of Espisido’s jacket drawn low over my face and no semblance of a logical plan. A receptionist guards the desk situated behind bulletproof glass at the center of the lobby, but she doesn’t look my way.

I don’t find Grey in his office. So I keep moving, slipping through a side entrance and into the alley where some of the senior officers park for a smoke.

Sure enough, I spot his patrol car—his official one this time.

He’s sitting back in the driver’s seat, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle in the other. Something tells me that’s not coffee.

He has to see me coming from a mile away, but it’s almost a full minute before he disengages the locks .

“Well, you’re alive after all.” He tilts the bottle in a mock salute as I scramble into the cruiser.

“You might as well let it all out,” I tell him, bracing for the inevitable lecture.

Some unknown country song plays on the radio, and he’s already adjusted my usual seat. The masculine vibe is a blunt reminder that Grey never wanted to take me on as his partner in the first place. He didn’t “babysit,” in his exact words.

“You look like shit, kid,” he tells me, the likely start of a massive tirade. In the end, he just shakes his head. “I was prepared to cover my own ass. I had it all written up that you never showed. That job wasn’t on the books…”

“But?” I sense a big one coming.

“ But .” He scoffs and takes a drag on his cigarette. “That didn’t exactly sit too well—the thought of you being dead because you couldn’t keep your fucking head on straight. I spent all night looking for you. Only ten minutes ago did I finally rationalize that you were ashes in that fucking club.”

Dark circles line his eyes. One good inhale, and I realize he hasn’t showered.

“I called out,” he tells me. “But I had to come here, just in case your scrawny ass would show. I’m still not convinced you aren’t a figment of the rum though.” He starts to take another sip, but I grab the bottle before he can.

“You shouldn’t drink and drive—”

“You want to tell me what the hell happened, Parker? They found bodies in that place, you know. They think one of them is Vladimir Olshenkov.”

Do I want to tell him what happened? No. Yes. Maybe.

“I will. But not right now. I…” I suck in air and swallow my pride. “I need a favor.”

“Of course you do.” Laughing, Grey takes another drag on his cigarette.

The acrid smell floods my nostrils, and I can’t silence a cough. It reminds me of him , the “angel” who followed me to spy from the mouth of the alley. I can’t see him—he’s good, but nothing can erase his smell, and it haunted me during the entire walk here.

“First, you help me,” Grey tells me, commanding my attention again. “When I go in there and tell the brass that you never showed, what the fuck should I say, huh? I’m guessing you aren’t going in yourself, dressed like you crawled out of a dumpster.”

“Nice one.”

He has a point. As far as today is concerned, Chloe Parker is as good as dead.

I could always go back to Montana, but not any time soon.

If Piotr found my home, he found my accounts.

Ironically, Vlad’s money is my only option.

The moment I get it, I’m on the next train out.

Then the next boat. Plane. No route will outrun Piotr for long.

But I’ll follow any path leading to Anna.

“Just tell them…”

“We’ll say you’re undercover,” Grey says over me. “We knew that it would be breaking the rules, but the lead was just too damn big to lose. I need a name. A good one. You had to rub shoulders with someone before you got out of that death trap. I need a rat to pin this on. You owe me this.”

A good name. Espisido is a terrible one. I don’t recognize it from any of the databases, but I do recognize one.

“Arno,” I say, recalling the man I heard speaking to Espisido the night he saved my life. “That’s a dealer’s name, isn’t it? The one he goes by.”

Grey sits straighter, the gears in his head already turning.

“Runs guns too,” I continue. “Has a gang. What is his name? Mackenzie —”

“Arnold Mackenzie,” Grey corrects, rubbing his chin. “That’s a good fucking name. Very good. I guess he was working with Petrov after all, huh?”

I nod. “My turn. They picked up a girl last night— ”

“A girl?” Grey rolls his eyes. “Fucking hell. I told you—Women like that bring nothing but trouble.”

“She’s young,” I insist. “Brunette. Thick accent. Probably didn’t give you her name. They think if they hold her long enough she’ll spill something on the Russians, but she won’t.” I wouldn’t. “Get them to let her go—”

“And you get me something on Mackenzie,” he counters before snatching his bottle back. “Something solid that I can use to get us both out of this mess without a fucking scratch. You got that, Parker? Even if you do, I can only buy us a few days.”

Days I don’t have. The clock is ticking, and in the end, Grey will be left holding the short end of the stick.

“Look, I know I screwed up—”

“You think I don’t know the risk I was taking, letting you go into that place alone?

And I’m not just talking about the fucking danger of Vladimir Olshenkov and his buddy Petrov.

” Grey sizes me up and sighs. “You lost someone to violence. I knew the look in your eye the moment I saw you. Who was it, huh? Your mom? Dad?” He shakes his head.

“That kind of evil… It leaves a mark on you—”

“I’m just a rookie from Podunk, Montana, remember?” I can’t stop picking at the gauze on my injured hand. “Don’t get soft on me.”

“Whatever. I just need something .” His neglected cigarette’s grown quite the tail of ash.

If he doesn’t flick it soon, it’ll fall off on its own, possibly splattering the leg of his dark-brown pants.

“Something to nail even one of those bastards to the wall. A Russian. Mackenzie. I don’t fucking care.

Just something to prove that this all fucking means something.

” He gestures to the decrepit city landscape around us.

He wants it all to matter. He did spend most of his life fighting for it, after all.

“Let the girl go, and I’ll do my best.” It could be a lie—the part of me itching to run wants it to be—but deep down…

Who knows ?

“Give me an hour,” Grey says while switching the car’s engine off. “I’ll see what I can do. But I’ll say this again, Parker—This will only buy us time. And after this…maybe it’s better for everyone if you go back to Montana.”

If only he knew.

“Thank you. I mean it,” I say.

Judging from the wary tilt to his mouth, he might believe me. “Just get out of here,” he says. “Before one of those overachieving rookies sees you.”

I reach for the door on my end. My fingers brush the handle, but I don’t pull it just yet. “Were there any other girls who came in the other night?” I ask. “Young. Red hair?”

Grey shrugs. “Not anyone sober.”

I swallow hard and accept the information with a nod. Averting my face from his, I leave the cruiser and face the street, ignoring the burning sting creeping behind my eyes.

Then I start walking, and I don’t look back.

My shadow turns out to be quick. I find him where I left him last, leaning against the wall as if he never moved. Maybe he’d already caught on that I sensed him in my wake. It could be that he let me sense him all along.

“So?” he asks.

“Your birdy should be free within the hour.”

“Then I guess we’re done here.” He withdraws a wad of cash from his pocket. “Here. It’s yours, as promised.”

It’s enough money to outlast Piotr for a little while…

But it’s nowhere near enough . My excuse has run out, but some deep-seated itch in my skin won’t let me leave. Maybe it’s Anna, calling to me. If I leave now, I might not find her again.

“Not comfortable with receiving payment upfront?” Espisido returns the money to his pocket. “Professionalism. I can respect that.”

“Was your friend a plant?” I ask, changing the subject. “That’s a stupid risk to take if she was—playing around with the Syndicate’s toys. Though it would be even more foolish if she weren’t.”

“That’s me. Foolish.” He confirms the worst by shaking his head. “No… She’s in deep. I’ve been trying for months to get her out. This is the only shot she has. If I’m lucky, those friends of hers aren’t already watching the station.”

“I see.” There’s a reason why he’s willing to pay so much for my help now.

As he said, it’s her only chance.

And, of course, he’ll fail.

“How did you meet her?”

Evasive, for once, he stares beyond my head. “In an alley. Vlad made her sleep near the dumpsters as punishment one night. I gave her some food. She gave me a hell of a lot more. After that, she made a habit of pissing them off in order to sleep on the street. I did what I could to help her out.”

“For information ,” I clarify. Someone risking their life to help another for their own gain is a lot easier to stomach than the alternative.

“Yep.” He breaks the tension by fishing a cell phone from his pocket to check the time. “An hour, you said? The pigs always seem to be overachievers. Let’s go now.”

I wind up following him out of simple, burning curiosity. A lone man plans to grab a girl from Piotr Petrov’s watch. I hope he isn’t that stupid. I’m amused enough to ask.

“Do you have a plan?”

He shakes his head, but when he glances back at me, he’s smiling.

The slight quirk to his mouth ignites burning sparks beneath my skin.

Once again, the only adjective I can use to describe one of his expressions is beautiful .

It’s not a compliment. I know firsthand what beauty means against a man like Piotr .