What You Can't See by Allison Brennan, Karin Tabke, Roxanne St. Claire Read Free Book Online Page B

been protective of Zaccardi. One high-ranking priest in the Vatican even threatened her.
    “You can’t hold Anthony,” the man had said. “I demand you allow him to return to Italy.”
    “He doesn’t seem to want to return right now,” she’d said and hung up. Interesting.
    What was more interesting, however, was the light behind the mission. Anthony Zaccardi, right on time.

Chapter Six
    A NTHONY PICKED THE POLICE LOCK .
    He didn’t need his flashlight; the lighting had been restored in the mission. He quickly walked through the kitchen and down the main hall.
    The mission had been destroyed from within. He’d seen the destruction earlier when he’d broken in to save Rafe; now the sad reality sank in.
    Beautiful artwork, hundreds of years old, had been defamed. Every statue in the alcoves had its head removed. Paintings slashed. This, Anthony thought, was the work of human hands. A demon would crush the statues; humans defaced.
    Anthony found Rafe’s room, accurately guessing that it would be closest to the kitchen. There was one small window facing the rear of the mission. A small night-light in the corner illuminated the room with shadows.
    Anthony closed the door, looked at the wood. It was splintered and cracked, as if someone had been scratching from the inside. He shined his light on the marks, saw the damaged wood stained with dark blood. Deep gouges, likely made with something metal or hard wood had been used to pry open the door. Now Anthony knew how Rafe’s fingers had been broken, his fingernails torn.
    The police had obviously gone through the room. Rafe’s computer was gone, only wires remaining. His files had been rifled through and many had been removed. The drawers of his desk were open.
    But the police didn’t know the secrets the mission held, nor the many hiding places.
    Anthony traced the ridges of the stone wall. He’d been in many missions, in many ancient buildings. He could find any hiding place…there. Around the edge of one stone he found a small, ancient release. A façade for a stone safe.
    Sure enough, Rafe had left something in the space. A leather-bound journal. Anthony removed it, put the stone back in place.
    Anthony carefully opened the journal, hoping for a clue. Several sheets of paper fell out and he stooped to pick them up.
    The door opened and the lights came on.
    “I thought you were going to do something stupid.” Skye McPherson stood in the doorway, gun drawn. “You’re under arrest.”
    “Don’t.”
    “Hand me those papers.”
    He did.
    “And the book.”
    Reluctantly, he handed it over.
    “Are you armed?”
    “I don’t carry a gun.”
    “Turn around and put your hands on the desk.”
    “I told you—”
    “You expect me to believe you? You broke a police seal and entered this building in the middle of the night. You’re attempting to remove evidence. You’re in hot water, Mr. Zaccardi.”
    Help us.
    Skye frowned, glanced around the room.
    “You heard,” he said, incredulous.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Hope claimed a corner of his heart. “You heard the voices.”
    “I don’t hear any voices,” she snapped. “Turn around.”
    He complied. Her hands moved around his waist, his thighs, his ankles. He wanted to think of her as a cop; he could only think of her as a woman. A woman who didn’t know what danger she was in, nor what power she had.
    She removed his cross. “You’re clear, but I’ll keep this for the time being.”
    He faced her. She was close, only inches from him as she holstered her weapon. He reached up to touch her face, and she flinched. He dropped his hand and said, “You can’t deny what you heard.”
    She swallowed, took a step back. “What’s this?” She started flipping through the journal.
    “I suspect it will speak of Rafe’s concerns. He would have hidden his notes if he thought something was going on here.”
    She frowned, reading the journal.
    “What?” he asked, inching closer. She