Daddy's Little Killer by LS Sygnet Read Free Book Online

doubt you."
    "Seriously," he muttered.  "I'm off
chasing down some obscure … ah, never mind.  It's not
important.  I'll call the second I get back tomorrow
night."  Todd leaned in and kissed my neck, just below my
ear.  "And that's a promise, beautiful Diana."
    Daylight brought sobriety and common
sense.  If I took a flight that left Dulles at three, I would
be in Darkwater Bay by midnight.  I booked a rental car
online, and a hotel room in the city proper, as Hardy called
it.  There was no debate about leaving a message for
Todd.  Diana Farber would cease to exist the second I boarded
the flight for Darkwater Bay.
    They were expecting Helen Eriksson. 
Sully Marcos wouldn't be fooled by any disguise that didn't involve
amputating my legs from the knees down, one of the few lengths I
wasn't willing to endure to escape his clutches.  The FBI was
a non-issue by comparison. 
    I wondered why good old Sully wanted to see
me.  Surely he couldn't be devastated over Rick's death. 
It was a freebie, a hit he didn't have to contract or pay. 
The old guy probably sweated bullets for two years wondering if
Rick would turn against him.
    Still, Todd's words haunted me all
day.  My lies knotted in the pit of my stomach.  He was a
nice man who did a good deed for a complete stranger.  It was
better to walk away letting him believe the pretty picture I
conjured in the form of Diana than to let him learn the truth by
becoming enmeshed with someone like me. 
    I picked up the phone and called George
Hardy.  "I'll be in Darkwater Bay around midnight,
George.  I've already made arrangements for my arrival."
    "I can send a car out to the airport to pick
you up.  That won't be a problem."
    "It's already arranged," I explained my
plans.  "So if you'd like, we can meet first thing Wednesday
morning to discuss the specifics of what you're proposing."
    "I can make it happen.  The head of the
governor's special unit will be here too, Helen.  Collangelo
is determined to see this city get cleaned up one way or
another."
    I wasn't sure I liked the implication behind
that statement, but considering my recent history, Darkwater Bay
might be the perfect place for me to live. 
    My wardrobe was too pastel for my liking, a
situation I planned to remedy as soon as possible.  Instead of
chucking the suit for something more comfortable, I accepted light
pink and called the front desk for a taxi and my luggage. 
With one last wistful glance down the hallway where handsome Todd
would spend Tuesday evening without me, I left Washington D.C.
behind.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    Hertz guaranteed an SUV when I booked the
reservation.  When I landed in Darkwater Bay, they had a Prius
waiting for me.  I stared at the tiny car with dubious
regard.  "Seriously?  I doubt my legs will fit in there,
let alone all of my luggage."  Howard the shuttle driver was
still lugging my suitcases from the van that delivered me to the
car lot.
    Rental girl snapped her gum.  "You
alone?"
    "How is that relevant?"
    "Cuz if there's no passengers, you can put
the extra bags in the back seat of the car.  Two should fit in
the trunk without a problem."
    This is the story of how I ended up driving
a battery operated coffin instead of a real vehicle.  I've got
nothing against the green movement.  I'm merely waiting for
the model of vehicle that accommodates anyone taller than five
six.
    Howard kindly adjusted the driver's seat as
far back as it would slide before I folded myself into the tiny and
quiet vehicle.  Before I could drive away, an enviable dark
Crown Victoria pulled up to the curb behind me.  "Please let
them be returning a car I would rent," I muttered under my
breath.
    No such luck.  Two men in suits stepped
out of the vehicle.  Anxiety sparked between nerve endings in
the center of my chest.  Marcos knew I was here?  David
discovered I left the coast and called agents from the local field
office?
    Two men