RAINEY DAYS by R. E. Bradshaw Read Free Book Online

private cell knowing it would not be him on the end of the line.
    Rainey took other precautionary measures against that freak ever getting to her again. Besides the alarm systems, and the fact that she was always armed, Rainey had installed GPS locaters in her cell phones that Ernie could track on the office computer. Her car was Lojacked. Someone always knew her location. If Rainey could help it, she would never again feel the absolute aloneness of knowing that no one knew where she was. Rainey really wanted an implantable GPS for humans and would be the first to buy one, if the technology reached the consumer outside of the military. Of course, the technology existed; it was just too expensive for the average person.
    All the property she owned, including her car, was in the business name, William Bell Enterprises. All her credit cards and bank accounts ran through the business. Her Social Security number was listed under Caroline Marie Herndon, and only a handful of people knew her by that name, since she had not used it in thirty years. She moved to Charlottesville, Virginia when she was eighteen and had not lived in the Chapel Hill area, until moving back last July. She gave Quantico as a forwarding address when she left Virginia. Rainey rarely saw anyone she knew, since she mostly chased criminals, and did not travel in the golf club circuit anymore.
    If this guy wanted to find her, he would. She was not naïve enough to think he was finished. Rainey only hoped he had gotten caught doing something else, and was locked up or, better yet, dead. After the attack, he had simply stopped killing or moved far away. The Bureau kept a watch out for crimes matching his particular proclivities, but so far, the man who almost took her life had gone to ground.
    “Yes, go ahead and give him the number,” Rainey said, although she felt uncomfortable doing it. “Make sure he understands he isn’t to give that number to anyone else.”
    “Oh, I think he understands how private it is. I argued with him for fifteen minutes before I called you, but I’ll explain it again, in plain language even a politician could understand,” Ernie said sternly, gearing up for her next round with JW.
    “Well, go easy on him. Don’t use big words,” Rainey said, teasing the older woman.
    “Do you think he’ll understand if I tell him Mackie will hunt him down, if that number gets out?”
    Rainey appreciated Ernie’s mother bear protectiveness. She smiled as she said, “Yeah, I think he’ll get that. Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Okay, bye,” Ernie said, just before the phone clicked off.
    Rainey touched the hands free button, terminating the call and watched as Katie’s car turned into her driveway and disappeared around the house. At this time of day, there was a lot of foot traffic in the area. Frat houses, sorority houses, and rental properties were interspersed amongst the residences, making for a steady flow of people in and out of the neighborhood, until well into the evening. Rainey parked the car on the next street, deciding this would be a good time to explore on foot. No one would notice a woman with a camera taking pictures of the houses. It was a common occurrence on these picturesque streets.
    The July heat had not released its grasp on the day. Even at five o’clock, it was eighty-eight degrees, but the weather on her laptop said it felt like ninety-four. The sweltering air hit her in the face, as if she had opened a broiler, instead of the car door. Deciding the jacket was just too hot; Rainey took it off and removed the shoulder holster. She took the Glock out of its holster and placed it in the side pocket of her camera bag. Her camera bag looked like a backpack, which would also allow her to blend in with the college crowd. The pad full of notes and a water bottle from the cooler went into the big zippered pocket. She put her personal cell phone back on her hip and dropped the business cell into the front of