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before they get here.”
“Not necessarily. Your only crime is having shot into the house earlier. We can say you’re my guest and the gun went off accidentally. Not perfect, but good enough. And we don’t even mention it unless they ask about the broken picture here. There may not be much more investigation because we have the dead guy to pin everything on. It’s not like there’s a murder mystery to solve.”
“I’d have to hide my passport and real ID.”
“Or the fake ones, but easy enough either way.”
“What about the clothes you cut off me? Can’t leave those around.”
“I can give those to my family to stash in the big house or the older barn. Not worried about those. The real problem is that this guy shot up the house with a rifle, so it will be clear someone was trying to kill at least one of us. It won’t look like just a home invasion or something.”
“If the police think I was the target, I’ll be investigated. I need to avoid that.”
Riley nodded. “Yeah, too many questions there. We’ll say it was me. Half true, probably. The Marines might want to investigate from an assumption it might be related to my service.”
“And it is.”
He sighed. “That could mean a bigger investigation into this, even into you.”
“Then I think I need to get out of here.”
“Maybe. I’m just concerned they’ll be able to tell someone was here and that I’m hiding that part. How good is your cover ID?”
“A little thin. It’s not designed to withstand much scrutiny. But it’s clean.”
“I think that’s all you need. You won’t be under suspicion.”
Jordan gave him a long look. “Thanks to you. After I tried to kill you.”
He shrugged. “You saved my dog. And I need you. Let’s find out what he’s carrying in case it implicates us in ways we don’t like.”
“Smart.”
They went through Jake’s pockets in a few seconds and found nothing but a garrote and a smartphone, which Jordan took.
Riley stood up. “Can you get into the phone?”
“Still trying.” Jordan had gone through two codes already and knew it would lock for a few minutes at the next failure. It didn’t need to be unlocked now unless Jake’s fingerprint would do it. First she tried one more code, which worked. “Fucker,” she muttered.
“Locked?”
“No, I got in.”
“Then why the curse?”
“Asshole used my birthday.”
He gave her a look. “This was personal, wasn’t it?”
“Probably. Fucker’s dead now, though, isn’t he?”
Wryly, he said, “Remind me not to piss you off.”
Jordan blew him a kiss and undid the phone’s security so it would never lock. “We’ll check the phone later. Want to stash it for now.”
“Upstairs. Not in the gun safe. Cops might want to look inside. Take the handcuffs off the bed while you’re at it.” He tossed her the keys. “Put those back in the safe. It’s still open. Do you have marks on your wrists and ankles from the cuffs?”
“No. What are you gonna do?”
“Go find the perch and see what else is there. Shouldn’t take a few minutes. I’ll leave most for the cops to find. Just want to find anything that doesn’t help us.”
She pursed her lips, wanting to go, too, but trust had to start somewhere, as odd as that was right now. She’d had strange days, but never this strange.
They soon separated, Riley closing up the house so no one came in. He’d need to radio Quinn once he returned, but for now he and Coby took off at a run across the backyard, a powerful flashlight in his hand. Jordan went to the guest bedroom, where she tried to avoid stepping on glass shards or splinters from the bedpost shattered by Jake’s bullet. From her suitcase, she grabbed shoes, a bra, and a few other items, like the vibrator. The cops might confiscate everything in the bag and she wasn’t having that entered into evidence. The boots she’d been wearing when Riley captured her were the only thing he hadn’t destroyed in undressing her, but
“Not necessarily. Your only crime is having shot into the house earlier. We can say you’re my guest and the gun went off accidentally. Not perfect, but good enough. And we don’t even mention it unless they ask about the broken picture here. There may not be much more investigation because we have the dead guy to pin everything on. It’s not like there’s a murder mystery to solve.”
“I’d have to hide my passport and real ID.”
“Or the fake ones, but easy enough either way.”
“What about the clothes you cut off me? Can’t leave those around.”
“I can give those to my family to stash in the big house or the older barn. Not worried about those. The real problem is that this guy shot up the house with a rifle, so it will be clear someone was trying to kill at least one of us. It won’t look like just a home invasion or something.”
“If the police think I was the target, I’ll be investigated. I need to avoid that.”
Riley nodded. “Yeah, too many questions there. We’ll say it was me. Half true, probably. The Marines might want to investigate from an assumption it might be related to my service.”
“And it is.”
He sighed. “That could mean a bigger investigation into this, even into you.”
“Then I think I need to get out of here.”
“Maybe. I’m just concerned they’ll be able to tell someone was here and that I’m hiding that part. How good is your cover ID?”
“A little thin. It’s not designed to withstand much scrutiny. But it’s clean.”
“I think that’s all you need. You won’t be under suspicion.”
Jordan gave him a long look. “Thanks to you. After I tried to kill you.”
He shrugged. “You saved my dog. And I need you. Let’s find out what he’s carrying in case it implicates us in ways we don’t like.”
“Smart.”
They went through Jake’s pockets in a few seconds and found nothing but a garrote and a smartphone, which Jordan took.
Riley stood up. “Can you get into the phone?”
“Still trying.” Jordan had gone through two codes already and knew it would lock for a few minutes at the next failure. It didn’t need to be unlocked now unless Jake’s fingerprint would do it. First she tried one more code, which worked. “Fucker,” she muttered.
“Locked?”
“No, I got in.”
“Then why the curse?”
“Asshole used my birthday.”
He gave her a look. “This was personal, wasn’t it?”
“Probably. Fucker’s dead now, though, isn’t he?”
Wryly, he said, “Remind me not to piss you off.”
Jordan blew him a kiss and undid the phone’s security so it would never lock. “We’ll check the phone later. Want to stash it for now.”
“Upstairs. Not in the gun safe. Cops might want to look inside. Take the handcuffs off the bed while you’re at it.” He tossed her the keys. “Put those back in the safe. It’s still open. Do you have marks on your wrists and ankles from the cuffs?”
“No. What are you gonna do?”
“Go find the perch and see what else is there. Shouldn’t take a few minutes. I’ll leave most for the cops to find. Just want to find anything that doesn’t help us.”
She pursed her lips, wanting to go, too, but trust had to start somewhere, as odd as that was right now. She’d had strange days, but never this strange.
They soon separated, Riley closing up the house so no one came in. He’d need to radio Quinn once he returned, but for now he and Coby took off at a run across the backyard, a powerful flashlight in his hand. Jordan went to the guest bedroom, where she tried to avoid stepping on glass shards or splinters from the bedpost shattered by Jake’s bullet. From her suitcase, she grabbed shoes, a bra, and a few other items, like the vibrator. The cops might confiscate everything in the bag and she wasn’t having that entered into evidence. The boots she’d been wearing when Riley captured her were the only thing he hadn’t destroyed in undressing her, but
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