Page 33 of The Twins

“So you just went over and took him out?” Phil said as he munched down on a chicken wrap.

“No time like the present,” I said.

“I guess not.” Jamie shrugged.

“Means the world is a better place all the sooner,” Grant added but didn’t even glance up from his phone.

“I hope there’s coffee.” Mitch wandered into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and wearing just his sweats.

“Yeah, in the pot,” Cillian said, sipping his own coffee. “Busy night on the beat?”

“Not too bad for a Friday.” Mitch grabbed a big mug and poured.

“Anything of interest to us?” Andrew asked.

“Nah, a skirmish at Red Leather when they kicked out at five, and a few drunk and disorderly warnings. The usual.”

I glanced at Cillian. We’d seen a drunk, too, but had handled him ourselves.

“Oh, and some poor woman being stalked, terrified, she was.” Mitch went on, “We turned up at the house, and she’d locked herself in the bathroom, waiting for us. Son of a bitch had been in her bedroom, and she didn’t know if he was still there or not.”

“Fuck, that’s awful.” Jamie shook his head. “What a violation.”

“I know, right.” Mitch sat down with his coffee. “Nice part of town, too.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “Where?”

“Hardacre Court.”

Cillian straightened.

I did the same, my heart racing.

“What she look like?” Cillian asked stiffly.

“Pretty, long dark hair, curvy and in a hot tight dress, said she was a lawyer.”

“What the fucking hell in God’s name…” I stood, banging the table and knocking over a bottle of ketchup. “That’sourwoman?”

“Your woman?” Andrew asked with a frown. “Didn’t know you had one.”

“We have.”

“Rebecca Saunders.” Cillian stared at Mitch. “That was her name, right?”

“Yeah, I reckon so.”

“Jesus Heaven and Earth.” I ran my hands through my hair. What a fucking nightmare. Rebecca. Stalked. This was not going to end well for some asshole. In fact, it was going to end up with every bone in his body being broken.

“We left her outside her home last night,” Cillian said, also standing. “We’d just taken her for dinner and seen her home.”

“She must have gone into the house and then straight away had to call the cops.” Anger had me nauseated. I clenched my fists.

“I reckon so.” Mitch was studying us closely. “You didn’t go inside with her?”

“No, she said she had rules about first dates and all that.”

“Fair enough.” Mitch shrugged. “Would have helped not to have that rule on this occasion, though.”