Dark Pursuit

“Um.” Her body felt so flushed, so hot. “Five-forty.”

“Then you’ll have to hurry. You need time to fix your makeup.”

“Wh-where am I going?”

“Home. You have a dinner party to attend.”

She stared at him. “There’s a body on my bed!”

“It’ll be gone. Your place will be cleaned up, just like you left it this morning.”

This was insane. “But if he knows I saw it—”

“Craig’s waiting to see what you’ll do. He knows you ran from your place like a scared rabbit. Believe me, the minute you were gone, he took care of all the evidence, so even if you did go to the police there’d be no proof. You failed his first test—your life depends on passing the second. You play your part now, he’ll play his. As long as he believes you’ll keep his secret, you’ll be safe.”

“Safe? Dating a killer?”

“D.,” Margaret sounded aghast, “you can’t possibly—”

“Silence!” His face darkened. He glared from Margaret to Kaitlan. “Your charade won’t have to last long. Wherever he dumped the body, it will soon be found. This time he’ll be caught, no matter whose son he is. Because we”—he pointed from himself to Kaitlan—“are going to flush him out. We’re going to play his game, all the while planning to expose him in a way that leaves no doubt he’s the killer. And no one on the force, including his father, will be able to cover for him.”

“And just how are we going to do that?”

Her grandfather lifted his chin. “I haven’t figured that out yet. It will come.”

“It’ll come.” Kaitlan almost laughed. She shoved off the couch, feeling like an escaped fly told to return to the spider’s web. “So while you sit here and ‘figure it out,’ I’m supposed to play lovebird with a maniac!”

“You got a better idea?”

“Yeah! Forget this. I go to the police right now!”

“And what are you going to say when you take them to your apartment and there’s no body?”

“It’ll be there. It will!”

“No, Kaitlan.” His voice sharpened. “It won’t. And you’ll have lost all chance of credibility with the police. Plus Craig will see the need to silence you.”

Kaitlan’s eyes filled with tears. She swiveled toward Margaret. “Tell him I can’t do this.”

Margaret’s mouth flopped open like a fish out of water. She spread her hands in helplessness.

Kaitlan’s grandfather slid forward in his chair. “Kaitlan, go. If you don’t leave right now it’ll be too late.”

“No, I’m not going.” To even think of being alone with Craig. Letting him touch her. Kiss her …

“Margaret, see her to the door.”

“I’m not going!”

Anger flicked across her grandfather’s face. He snatched his cane from the floor, fumbled to his feet. “Don’t trust me above your boyfriend, do you?” His tone could have cut steel. “Think I’m a doddering old man? One who’d play with his only granddaughter’s life? Fine, then. But you’re not staying here. Run off again—you obviously know how to do that. But if you have an ounce of brain in your head, you’ll at least return to your apartment and see if I’m right. I dare you. Go see if you find a body. If it’s gone—you just might want to believe me and do what I say!”

He turned and stalked from the room.

“Oh, Lord help us,” Margaret whispered.

Kaitlan stared at the floor. Her brain wouldn’t work.

She had no time to think. The clock just ran out. It was either run away to the streets, not knowing the truth, or follow this crazy plan.

Nausea knifed her stomach. The baby.

If she fell back in with her old friends, returned to drugs, what would happen to her baby?

I dare you. See if you find a body …

Maybe she would find it still on her bed. Maybe even now there was hope Craig didn’t do this.

Mind and body numb, Kaitlan walked out of the library.

“No, don’t go!” Margaret cried.

Kaitlan ignored her.

At the front door she picked up her purse.

“Wait, wait.” Margaret hustled to her. “At least listen for a minute …”

Moments later Kaitlan perched stiff-backed behind the wheel of her Corolla, gunning its engine to life.

Part 2

Conspiring

sixteen

Margaret stood on the porch, watching Kaitlan drive away. Her heart beat double-time, making her lightheaded. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

Kaitlan had promised to call as soon as she got home. “If nothing’s changed,” Margaret told her, “drive right back here.”

“And if the body’s gone?” Kaitlan asked.

Margaret had tried to keep her voice even. “Then your grandfather will be right, won’t he.”

Inside the house—a slammed door. D. had walled himself in his office, seething. He hadn’t even waited to see what his granddaughter would do.

Kaitlan’s car disappeared around the driveway’s curve. Margaret listened for the distant gears of the gate opening. Maybe that sound wouldn’t come. Maybe Kaitlan would change her mind and turn around.

But no. Faintly—the metallic whir. Moments later, the clank of the gate’s closing.