Page 113 of Wasted

He sat on the sofa beside her, careful not to move the cushions too much. “Does your head hurt?”

She lowered her hand to her lap, blinking at him.

Why would she be surprised he’d care? That he would notice when she was hurt?

“A little, yes. I already took some medication. It should take effect soon.”

He reached behind her and touched her slim shoulders.

They were wound as tight as a rope.

He gently began to massage one shoulder at a time with his fingers.

Her eyes slid shut.

His pulse pounded harder.

“Would you two like a little privacy?”

Her eyelids flew open at Robert’s question.

And Cillian shot him a glare. But he kept up the massage anyway, moving his hand to Victoria’s neck. Not going to let her annoying kid brother get in the way of that.

Robert grinned. “Now that the mood’s ruined, maybe we can get back to the mystery?”

“You’re enjoying this entirely too much, Robert.” Victoria adopted a tone she must have used on her brother when she was being his mom. “This isn’t a fictional mystery, you know.”

“I know, Vicki. But real-life puzzles can still be fun.” He switched his gaze to Cillian. “Are you positive Glenn couldn’t have gotten past you?”

“Yes.” He thought back to his stakeout by Glenn’s very large home. Cillian had parked close to the front gate. A wrought-iron fence enclosed the entire property. Inside the gate was a large, circular driveway where Glenn had pulled his Mercedes into a multi-car garage. The lights had turned on in the house when he’d entered, and he hadn’t left again. “I had eyes on the driveway and the house at all times. At least…from the front.”

“Maybe there’s another way out.” Robert voiced Cillian’s thoughts as they hit him. “Vicki, can I use your computer?” He looked down at the closed notebook computer on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

“Yes.”

Robert slid the computer to the far side of the table and plopped down on the floor, sitting cross-legged as he tapped some keys. “What’s the address?” He glanced up at Cillian.

“4129 Lilly Way.”

Robert typed in the address. “Got it.” He peered at the screen. “Well, that’s interesting. I don’t think we need to discard Glenn as a suspect after all.”

“What did you find?” Victoria leaned forward, and Cillian let his hand fall away.

Robert swiveled the computer toward them.

An aerial GPS view of Glenn’s property filled the screen, showing the front driveway, and behind the house…

“There’s a second driveway.” The disbelief that lifted Victoria’s tone was a far cry from Cillian’s reaction.

Glenn had just tried to kill Victoria. He’d have to answer for that. To Cillian.

Victoria could feel the barely bridled fury rolling off Cillian in the passenger seat beside her. It was amazing he wasn’t fogging the window with so much heat counteracting the cold morning temperatures outside.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have agreed to drive him to the shop that apparently had his motorcycle repaired and ready for him to pick up. Now he would have transportation of his own and the means to confront Clinton Glenn, alone.

“I wish you wouldn’t do this.”

“What?” Cillian glanced her way. “Pick up my bike? I thought you’d be tired of chauffeuring me around.”