Call Me Killer by Linda Barlow Read Free Book Online Page B

to see you.” She shot me that big, wide, engaging smile. “Careful. Don't get too close or I might pee on the floor.”
    And fuck, just like that I started to grin. My entire body felt lighter somehow, as if the air had cushioned up under my feet. She was something. As far as she knew, I had murdered my girlfriend. If she'd been sensible, she might have figured that she'd had one hell of a lucky escape.
    Instead, she'd bounced right back to me. Was this silly girl with the sky-high IQ naive enough to trust me?
    “You shouldn't have turned your back on me at the train station,” she said, still laughing.
    “You didn't board the train.”
    “Nope. And it was only about a fifteen minute walk back here. I'm sorry,” she added, sounding all earnest and contrite. “It's only for the weekend. My friend Izzy will be back in town on Monday, and I can spend the rest of the week with her.”
    “Don't you have any other friends?”
    “Sure I do. But they're away getting wasted in places like Cancun and Panama City.” She nodded toward the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I cooked.”
    I'd noticed the yummy smell wafting in from that direction. I was starved. Things were looking up if the girl could cook.
    “I could probably eat something.”
    She beamed at me, probably because I'd just implied she could stay. She looked adorable. She'd cleaned up real nice. I liked the tight jeans, which revealed that she actually had a waist, hips, ankles. She was still wearing that short-sleeve top. I could tell that there were actual boobs under it, even if they weren't quite as large as the ones I'd given her in my fantasy last night.
    Her arms and hands were well-shaped and she had a long neck and an impish face. Her skin was almost translucent. She wasn't beautiful, but there was something about her features that drew me. Weird though it seemed, her smile made me happy.
    “I think I'm making progress,” she said, gesturing at the computer screen. “I've been at this all day.”
    “Were you telling me the truth when you claimed to have hacked the cops?”
    “The local cops are well protected against hackers. Surprisingly secure for such a small-ass town. Still, I got most of the police info, yeah. I had to go through other channels.”
    “What other channels?”
    She grinned. “Best you don't know. There could be documents I haven't found yet. I didn't dare breach the FBI files. I don't want the feds to get a whiff of me.”
    I shook my head. I couldn't figure her out. “Why are you doing this? What's in it for you?”
    “I'm just trying to help.”
    I tightened up again. I wasn't used to people being helpful. “Don't fuck with me. Nobody helps for no reason. Are you on the run and using my place as a hideout?”
    Her back had gotten all stiff and bristly now and she sounded ticked off, too. “The only thing I'm on the run from is being homeless for a week. It's spring break, and my dorm got shut down because a water main broke and flooded the basement. As for why I'm helping you,” she paused, shaking her head for a moment as if she weren't quite sure herself. “It's because you helped me. You didn't have to, but you did. I owe you.” She dropped her voice low and intoned, “'The Lannisters always pay their debts.'“
    “The Lannisters throw children off towers and fuck their sisters.”
    She grinned. “Ok, bad example. How about this: I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me.”
    “You don't seem like the Bible quoting type.”
    “You don't seem like the Bible quote-recognizing type.”
    I scowled. My mother had dragged Sean and me to Sunday school for years.
    “I have this photographic memory,” she added. “I could quote a whole lot more of the Bible, but you'd be bored.”
    “I've been bored with you since about five minutes after we met.”
    “Fuck you, Griff,” she said, her attention already back on the computer