Loving Night: Dream Catcher Series ~ Book 2 by Brynette L. Turner Read Free Book Online Page A

have any
dreams last night.”
    “Nope. None.”
    “You’re clear on what to do if
there’s something you need to tell me, right?”
    “Yes, sir. I’m supposed to send you
a text message with the word ‘dream’ and you’ll call me the moment you get it,
or as soon as you can.”
    “That’s right. No matter what time
it is, okay?” His wife nodded. He kissed his finger and pressed it to the
screen. She did the same.
    “Have a good day,” she said softly.
    “You, too.”
    A moment later, Stephanie was
turning on the shower and stepping into the steam. She’d had a dream, but like
the walk-in shower, it was foggy. She wouldn’t mention it until she knew more.
     
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    The files forwarded from the
Louisville FBI office didn’t add much to the information already collected by
the undercover Kentucky State Police officers. What it did was give Chaz
greater insight into the personality of Damien Granger. The undercover FBI
agent, Vanessa, had been meticulous in describing incidents in such a detailed
way that Chaz felt like he was discovering their target for the first time. No,
he wouldn’t discount what his office had already gathered, but he definitely
wasn’t going to dismiss the observations of someone who interacted with the target
on a daily basis.
    He glanced at his watch. Vanessa should
arrive soon. She was supposed to shop for dresses to wear to the opening night
of the jazz club, and that would provide an opportunity for her to slip away to
meet with him.
    Chaz studied her photos and
profile: lean but still nice curves, oval-shaped face with high cheekbones, large
brown eyes, long lashes, auburn hair that hung in gentle curls halfway down her
back, deep bronze skin tone, 5’7”. Chaz couldn’t determine her ethnicity other
than to assume that at least part of her heritage was of a light African
American or dark Asian origin. She was beautiful; apparently Granger favored an
exotic look. Damien Granger had met Vanessa at a restaurant—a seemingly random
encounter where she was alone at a table in the bar area and just happened to
be caught surreptitiously checking him out. Chaz could see how she would be a
distraction from whatever business had brought the target to that restaurant on
that evening. His eyebrows wrinkled as he wondered how much of a role she was
playing in getting women settled into the brothel.
    Just as he walked around the
counter to put his coffee cup in the sink, someone knocked on the door. He placed
his hand on the gun that was concealed in the back of his waistband before
approaching.
    “Who is it?” he called out as he
stood to the side of the door frame.
    “Little Bo Peep.” The codeword
identified Vanessa. Chaz swung the door open and stepped aside so that she
could move in quickly.
    “Chaz Lawson,” he said as he stuck
his hand out.
    “Vanessa,” she responded. “Creds?”
    “Oh, yeah.” He reached into his
pocket and pulled out his FBI credentials. “I’m glad you’re cautious.” When he
stepped aside to let her move fully into the common area, he got a whiff of a perfume
similar to what Stephanie wears. Obviously, Vanessa had good taste.
    The suite at the extended-stay
hotel consisted of an open-concept floor plan with a large seating area, a
kitchen, and an eating area on the first floor with the bedroom on the loft.
Vanessa took a quick assessment before settling on the edge of an overstuffed
chair by the faux fireplace. Deciding it would be best to let her get
comfortable around him, Chaz chose to casually lean against the counter that
separated that room from the kitchen.
    “I’ve read your file and your
reports,” was how he started their conversation. “I’m impressed that you’ve
been able to get so much information, considering most men in Granger’s
position are cautious with their pillow talk.” He made sure his words didn’t
sound judgmental since he didn’t know how she would respond. “Let me tell you a
little about