Chapter Fifty-Four

“What’s Task Force Phoenix doing to find Heath Zeller’s real killer?” Colton asked as soon as he and Justin were alone. As much as he wanted Angel to stay with him, he didn’t want it to have to be like this. With both of them hiding and not knowing what danger lurked around the next corner.

Virtual prisoners in his home.

He wanted Kulakov behind bars. And he wanted Angel to stay with him because she chose to, not because she didn’t have any other options.

“We’re not officially working the case, since there is no case. Everyone is convinced it was Angel who killed him, so they don’t want to waste resources on chasing down a phantom suspect. But we’re all working on it off the books.”

“But you all have other cases to work, too?” Colton suspected.

“Yeah.” Justin let out a sigh. “We have to make it look legit.”

“So, what do you have so far?”

“Not much of anything. We know Noah wasn’t the killer. He has an alibi. He may have set up the hit, but we don’t have proof yet.”

That’s what Colton had figured, but hearing it out loud made his head hurt.

“Look at it this way. It gives you two some more time together,” Justin said with a sad smile before he slid into the driver’s seat, and put the car in reverse. “Take care of yourself. Contact me immediately if anything seems off.” With a wave, Justin drove away.

As much as Colton liked having more time with Angel, he wished it wasn’t this way. She was there because she was trapped. For now. He didn’t like the uncertainty that she could be gone at any minute. They really needed to have a talk before he got in any deeper. He needed an answer to the question he’d asked just before the untimely interruption.

When he went back into the house, Angel wasn’t in the living room. He called her name, and she answered from the bedroom…where he found her lying in his bed, naked.

“Where were we?” she asked as she reached for him.

God help him, but he went willingly into her arms.