“Yeah, perfectly. Tell me what you want me to do. Just don’t hurt him,” he pleaded, knowing his words meant nothing to the bastard on the other end of the line.
As the man talked, telling him what to do, Seth stared at his own reflection in the window of his father’s room until lightning burst across the night sky to wash it away, casting eerie shadows on a rain-streaked window.
He’d brought this to his father’s door. Now it was time to end it.
Movement on the second floor had caught her eye—Max’s room. She saw the silhouette of a man.
From where she parked, Jess had peered through the windshield in time to see a man’s shadow near the window, someone not dressed in a white uniform. But by the time she’d shifted her binoculars for a better look, he wasn’t there. She hoped it was Seth, but the rain made it difficult to see. After getting out of the van, she locked it and headed for the front door. Rain pummeled her as she ran. She’d look like a drenched rat when she got inside. And the windbreaker she wore didn’t keep out the chill.
“Seth, please let it be you.”
Jess pulled open the front door and headed straight for the elevator, avoiding the receptionist on duty.
“Excuse me. Visiting hours are over. You can’t just…” The uniformed woman did her duty and objected, but Jess had spent a lifetime ignoring authority. A personal campaign.
“I left my car keys upstairs on four. As soon as I find them, I’ll be right down. I promise.”
Luckily, the elevator arrived so she could pretend not to hear the woman’s request to sign in. She punched the buttons for the second and fourth floors, a diversion and a stall tactic. Jess hoped to be gone by the time they came looking. She got off on the second floor and headed for the room of Max Jenkins. When she found the door closed, she eased it open and peered inside.
And came face-to-face with a frantic Seth Harper.
CHAPTER 22
“Jessie, I need my van back. Give me the keys?”
“What’s going on, Seth?” She looked into the room. “Where’s your father?”
“I gotta go, Jessie. Please…I need those keys.” He held out his hand, and his fingers were shaking. Something had him really spooked. She’d never seen him like this.
“Let me go with you,” she pleaded.
“You can’t. I gotta do this alone.”
“Do what alone, Seth?”
When she handed him the keys, he brushed by her with a knapsack on his shoulder, heading for the elevator. He was done talking. And her mind raced with the possibilities of what was going on.
Seth had come to visit his father on their usual night, expecting to find him in his room, but his dad was nowhere to be found. And now Seth was rushing out again, only minutes after arriving. Something was very wrong. Add to the mix that Harper was very protective of those he loved and that he’d do anything for his father—despite their differences—and she made a leap in logic. Given all that had happened, it was the only thing that made sense.
“Where’s your father, Seth?” she pressed. “Why isn’t he here? Does someone have him?”
Harper did a subtle double take as he punished the button to call the elevator, but he didn’t answer her questions. And judging by the miserable expression on his face, she’d guessed right, but he held firm and didn’t cave with her prying.
“Damn it, Jessie. Please don’t make things worse.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Tell me what’s going on, Seth…please.”
He clenched his jaw tight and avoided looking her in the eye as the elevator arrived. But he held tough, neither confirming nor denying her suspicions. Reading his face meant nothing if he didn’t give her more.
“I’ve got nothin’ to say, Jessie.” He shook his head. “Besides…where I’m going, you’re not gonna want to follow. Trust me. It’s best to leave the past buried.”
Things looked bleak. And she had no idea how to help, but she wasn’t done arguing. She joined Seth for the ride to the first floor with a bad feeling that if she let go of him now, it might be for the last time. Someone depraved enough to use an old man in a wheelchair as bait in order to kill his son wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them both.
A double tap to the head was a cheap fix.
“You have any idea who’s behind this?” she asked. When he didn’t answer and punched the first-floor button a dozen more times, she didn’t hold back. She saw no point in sugarcoating the situation. “You know whoever took your dad is probably gonna kill both of you. The guy’s already a murderer, and now he’s covering his ass. What’s your plan?”
“Stay out of this, Jessie. I’m begging you.”
Seth shoved through the elevator doors as they opened on the ground floor. He waved at the nurse on duty and headed outside into the rain. All Jess could do was follow him, her mind reeling with sinister thoughts, each darker than the last. Seth was taking a one-way trip, and she had no idea what was on his mind.
“You gotta let me help you, Seth. This can’t be how it goes down. Please…” She begged until he turned around, both of them drenched. “At least tell me where you’re going. I can meet you…and bring help.”
Seth stood on the curb in front of the nursing home and stroked her cheek with his fingertips. His eyes were brimming and mixed with the rain trailing down his face. She reached for his hand and held it, pressing it against her cheek—her last-ditch effort to connect with him.
“You’ve been a good friend, Jessie.” A faint smile touched his lips. “I wish…”
He never finished his thought. Seth leaned and kissed her cheek, lingering enough for her to feel the warmth of his skin. She shut her eyes and let it happen. But as she opened them again, he had turned and walked away, leaving her standing in the rain as he headed for the van, his knapsack jostling on his shoulder.
“Damn it, Seth,” she cursed under her breath and narrowed her eyes. “You’re not doing this alone.”
He started the van and pulled away, leaving her to watch his red taillights from a distance as he turned a corner. She waited long enough so he wouldn’t see her grab her cell phone to make a call. Alexa would be able to track the movement of his van—her last hope.
But Jess was faced with a dilemma.
To get Harper the help he needed, she’d have to ask Alexa to follow the van without wasting precious time picking her up from the nursing home. And that meant she’d be left out of the fight. Nothing pissed her off more than sitting on the sidelines when a friend needed her in the game.
But just as she hit the speed dial for Alexa’s number, another car down the street started its engine and flicked on its high beams. She shifted her gaze to the light. The car drove toward her. A dark Chevy Impala. It took a moment for her mind to register what Alexa had told her about the PI on her tail.
“Hey, Jessie.” Alexa’s voice came on the line. “What’s up?”
“Hang on. Something just came up.”
Gut instinct gripped Jess by the throat and forced her to move.
She shoved her open cell phone into the pocket of her windbreaker and ran for the Impala. Her feet splashed through puddles on the sidewalk until she cut across grass and vaulted over a low hedge of boxwoods. Darting into the street, she veered into the path of the car. Soaked and panting, she stood in the rain with her hair and clothes clinging to her body. The car’s headlights nearly blinded her.
“No guts. No glory,” she muttered, squinting. In a two-fisted grip, she raised her Colt Python and aimed for the driver’s head, praying she was right. “Stop…or I’ll shoot!”