Authors: Rachel Cron
Annie almost looked angry at that declaration. “You have got to
stop listening to your mother!” she said sternly. “So!” Teasing her
now, Annie wagged her eyebrows. “How was it?”
Rainne flushed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know?” Wiping the tears
away with the palms of her hands, she tried to pull herself together.
Annie’s mouth dropped open as she gasped. “Yes, you do!”
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“Do you want another beer?” Rainne was desperate to get away
from this conversation.
“Yes, but we’re not done talking about this.” She shook her finger
at her.
Exiting the room, the women noticed James and Ash huddled in
the corner, talking quietly to each other. James caught Rainne’s
glance and motioned her over. “We need to talk about something.” He
glanced over her shoulder to the curious eyes of the band. “In
private.”
She led the two men into the back room, and again the door was
closed. “Now what? I don’t like the looks.” Wagging her finger
between the two of them, she puckered her lips.
“We found some disturbing things during the search this
morning.” Ash started with a somber mask on his face. “Your stalker
has had this place wired for months. He’s been recording the
warehouse and the parking lot.”
Rainne was stunned, but she fought to keep her features
composed. “Recording? L…Like audio?” she stuttered as she lazily
fell back onto one of the beds.
James cleared his throat. “He has every square inch of this place
on tape and audio. We found all the listening devices and the cameras.
We were able to track the digital signal that the camera’s receiver was
sending out.” James took a seat on the bed across from her and
continued. “We’re going to the destination of the signal to check it
out. The rest of the team is waiting for us there. We need you to stay
here until we get back.”
Rainne opened her mouth to rebuke his idea. She was cut off by
Ash. “We have our own security system in place. You’re totally safe
here. We’ll be alerted if anything should happen.”
“We shouldn’t be long. Don’t walk outside for anything. Wait for
me to come and get you.” James motioned for Ash to leave the room.
When the door closed behind his friend, James took her hand and
raised them both to their feet, he scooped Rainne against his chest.
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Lifting her from the floor, he invaded her with a kiss she was sure
would set them both ablaze. “You were so sexy with that guitar in
your hands,” he admitted breathlessly as he set her gently on her feet.
Rainne felt the blush flame her face as she lowered her head. She
racked her brain for a snappy comeback, and coming up short, she
tilted her head up to look into his eyes. “How long will you be?” She
tried to sound uncaring, but it came out a little too breathy for her
liking.
“I’m not sure. If you need something till we get back, will Annie
go get it for you?” he asked, feeling bad about leaving her here, but
he’d be damned if she was going to see the hell Alton found.
* * * *
“The warehouse is fully stocked, clothes, food, linen. Even the
bathrooms work. I’ll be fine.” She nodded confidently. At least she
hoped she would be.
“Okay. We’ll be back as soon as possible. I’m speed dial two on
the cell I gave you. Call if there are any problems.”
“How far away is this destination?” Her hands made the quote
marks in the air on the last word.
James sighed slowly. “Two blocks,” he stated clinically. “Alton
tracked the signal to another building two blocks away. He found a
pretty elaborate setup, and he’s waiting on us to make his move.”
“Is my stalker there?” Her heart was pounding. She didn’t like the
thought of him being so close.
“No.” Answering quickly, “He has been there. We believe he
intends to return.” Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her
shoulders, burying his face in her hair. “I have to go.”
Rainne took note of how sad he sounded. “See you soon.” She
flashed him a smile.
“Try to get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get back.”
James seized her chin and lifted her face to his, overtaking her mouth
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with a kiss.
Rainne was overwhelmed by the flood of his passion. She
couldn’t control her thoughts or her hands. She clutched his shoulders
as his immense hands came around her waist. “You have to go,” she
said in a whispered tone as she broke off the kiss, before he could
disintegrate her. “Go, so you can get back.” Turning on her heel, she
led them out of the room. She had to get away from him before she
stripped him down and assaulted him.
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Chapter 10
James had never found walking through doorways challenging,
until now. Each step he took away from Rainne seemed to add
another lead weight to his ankle. He was an olio of emotions. He
needed to protect her just as badly as he needed to catapult her to the
bed and assail her body. God, she was so cloying, he swore she’d give
him a cavity. He had meant to peck her on the forehead, but one look
into those angelic eyes, and he was swept away.
Rounding the corner and spotting his team on the street, James
was instantly on edge. He didn’t like the expressions on the faces he
was seeing.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing there was something they
hadn’t told him. He could feel it in the air, like walking through
melted butter.
Alton stepped forward. “I looked into the county records.” He
stammered, like he didn’t want to finish his thought. “We found out
who owns the building.” Lowering his head, he wiped the sweat off
his brow. “It’s Phillip McCray.”
James was awash with thoughts of murder. If Phillip McCray was
aiding this situation, he’d kill him with his bare hands. James
struggled to calm himself. It wouldn’t do anyone any good for him to
lose his temper. “First things first, let’s get inside. We’ll deal with Phillip later.”
The party filed into the repository and into a large back room. It
was completely empty of furniture except for a large table centered in
the middle of the floor and a collection of sophisticated camera
equipment set up in the corner. A rather impressive computer with all
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the accessories adorned the tabletop. Scattered around it were stacks
of manila folders, CDs, and local city maps. Countless pictures,
newspaper articles, and promotional flyers for Rainne’s band
decorated the walls, making it almost impossible to tell what color the
room was.
They immediately sprung into action. Ash placed hidden cameras
around the entire building. Sam was wiring the warehouse for audio.
Riley had disappeared back to the bus to make certain that all
computer systems would pick up the signals from their spy equipment
and to watch the outside so they could finish their work undisturbed.
Alton was hacking into the computer and uploading the entire
contents to the computer on the bus. Able and James sifted through
the assortment of papers on the table, taking pictures of them so they
could examine them more closely at a later date.
James was disturbed by the array of material this guy had on
Rainne. Her entire life was in front of him. The local maps marked
every place she had visited in the last year, along with dates, times,
and frequency of visit. The files contained information on her clients,
friends, and family. He had endless lists and stats on her, what she
wore, liked, disliked, ate, bought, and sold. Most disturbing were the
photos on the walls. It appeared he had photographed her every time
he saw her. Some were of her onstage with the band, while others
were her shopping at various stores. He had her at work, home, and
everywhere in between.
“Let’s finish up here,” James growled. “I’m not sure how much
more of this I can stomach.”
Moments later, Ash and Sam entered the room. “We’re finished,
boss,” Sam said absently as he and Ash picked up cameras and started
cataloging the stacks in front of them.
Alton rubbed his face exhaustedly. “Be done in a minute, James.”
A few clicks of the keyboard later, Alton exited out and shut down the
computer.
The men finished up and arranged the table much as they had
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found it. Exiting the warehouse, they filed onto the bus.
“Have you called the cops yet?” Sam asked.
Outwardly scoffing, James looked at Sam as if he had two heads.
“No. When I spoke with the police chief, he admitted that they were
at a loss with this case. He told me to inform him if we needed
backup, but other than that we are on our own.”
“Thank god!” Ash praised. “Nothin’ I hate more than overzealous
police.”
The bus erupted in snickers. They all knew how Ash had authority
issues. Hell, they all did. That’s why they all worked together. No one
else would have them.
“Let’s give McCray a visit,” James said with a sneer. “It’s getting
late.”
* * * *
Yeah, we’re in the right place. It’s cold, sterile, and impersonal,
just like her mother,
James thought as they entered the office building of Stanton Enterprises.
“We’re here to see Phillip McCray,” Alton said as they
approached the receptionist’s desk.
The rotund woman peered up from her typing and paled. “Do you
have an appointment?” she asked, noticeably apprehensive.
James smiled at the woman. “Tell him the CEO of HC Enterprises
is here for a meeting.” He handed her his business card.
Slightly trembling, she pulled the phone from the receiver. “Mr.
McCray? You have some people waiting in the lobby to see you.”
On the other line they could hear Phillip melting down on the
woman in front of them. “God, he’s such a bully,” Ash murmured to
the guys.
“Sir, he claims to be the CEO of HC Enterprises. I think you may
want to take this meeting.” Looking over the men, she swallowed
nervously. “He looks menacing, sir,” she whispered into the receiver.
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Hanging up the phone, she said, “He’ll be down momentarily. Please
have a seat. Can I get you anything?”
“Phillip McCray will be more than enough, thank you,” Sam said.
Several minutes had passed when the elevator numbers slowly
started to work their way down to the first floor. When the doors
opened, James had the pleasure of watching Phillip McCray pale,
noticeably. James had to work to keep the hard look on his face. He
had purposely brought all of them to intimidate him. He knew it was
childish, but he couldn’t help it. He was dying to see that look on his
face.
“What can I do for you gentlemen?” Plastering a fake smile on his
face, he was visibly uncomfortable.
James cleared his throat. “We need to speak with you, in private.”
“Whatever about?” he scoffed arrogantly. “We don’t have any
business to discuss.”
“Actually, we do,” James growled. “It’s in reference to Ms.
Stanton.”
A knowing look crossed Phillip’s face, and without a word he led
the group to a conference room off to the side. When the door closed,
Phillip turned to the group and grinned. “So has Rainne sent you to
inform me that she has finally come to her senses? Or have you come
to inform me that she’s been throwing herself at you? Frankly, neither
would surprise me. It’s about time for the first, and as far as the
second? Well...” Pausing, he looked at James with contempt. “She
always was one for fraternizing with the help.”
James lurched forward. He had every intention of throwing his
pompous ass through the nearest wall when he felt Alton’s hand push
flat against his chest and saw him step between them.
“Mr. McCray, this is about the warehouse you own on the 1800
block of Ford Street here in Fort Myers.” Alton always was the
peacemaker of the group. He was excellent at blurting things out, and
calming the situation before James could rebuke his action.
“Why yes, I do. It’s one of the many real estate investments I’ve
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made,” he stated proudly. “Why?”
“Who is the renter?” Alton asked, obviously getting as annoyed
with him as James was.
“Why would you need to know that?” he asked, sounding almost
nervous.
“We ran across something in our investigation that led us to that
warehouse,” Alton informed him coolly.
“I’d have to check my records.” He smiled coyly. “I have many
renters. It may take a few days.”
Exhaling slowly, a sinister grin crept onto James’s face. “That’s
okay,
Phil
. We have all the time in the world. We’ll just make
ourselves nice and cozy in your front lobby.” He held his expression
as he watched Phillip mentally unhinge in disbelief.
Turning on his heel, Phillip opened the conference room door and