Chasing Silver Part 7

Remy seemed pleased with his suggestion, but before she expressed her support, a sharp knock on the door interrupted them. "Christ!" Nathan shouted. "What do you want now?" He knew the answer as soon as he asked. He had never checked in with Isaac. "Oh h.e.l.l."

"Does he do this every day?" Remy complained when he pushed her off his lap. "Because let me tell you, if he does? He needs to seriously get laid."

"No, he doesn't do this every day. But he needs to get laid anyway." Nathan opened the door with a guilty smile, but he didn't expect Isaac to look quite so worried. "Did you bring bagels today?"

The first thing Isaac did was look over Nathan's shoulder. "Is that girl still here?" His voice was so hushed Nathan had to strain to hear him.

"Yes." Nathan studied Isaac's face and realized the other man wasn't here on a social call. He wasn't even here to talk about Tian. The deep furrows on his forehead and the lines around his bloodshot eyes told Nathan he had something far heavier on his mind. He stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind him. "What is it?"

Rubbing his hand over his hair, Isaac sighed before answering. "You've got to let me take her in. Something's going on, and until I get it figured out, I'll sleep a h.e.l.l of a lot better knowing she's not anywhere near you."

Nathan's heart stopped. He wanted to tell Isaac no, it wasn't going to happen. All he mustered was a single word. "Why?"

"Someone showed up at the precinct last night looking for her. Knew her name, knew what she looked like." If it was possible, his eyes grew even more serious. "She even knew Remy had been with a British guy with an old Mustang two nights ago. At a gas station. Did you stop somewhere between the warehouse and coming home?"

Nathan frowned. "Yes. We stopped for food at the 7-Eleven off of Oak." He leaned against the railing. "But how could anybody track us to that particular gas station and not, say, the one across the street? Isaac, what was this woman's name? Was it Kirsten?"

It was his friend's turn to frown. "How'd you know her name? Has she been around here?" He held up a warning finger before Nathan replied. "Don't let her in again, if she shows. Her story isn't checking. That's part of what I'm trying to figure out."

Nathan almost laughed. Of course, Kirsten's story wasn't checking. It was probably just as farfetched as Remy's. "No, she hasn't been here. But somebody tried to slice and dice Remy, and she's got the injuries to prove it. She claims a woman named Kirsten is responsible." He thought about everything Remy had told him, picking out small details from each conversation. "She doesn't know Kirsten is here. She thinks it's over."

"Oh, it's not over. I haven't seen anyone this determined to catch someone since Tian slipped through your fingers the first time." Isaac's gaze grew speculative. "She was good, I'll give her that. I almost didn't check her creds, she was so convincing. Everything she said seemed to fit. How Remy was part of a gang back in DC. How dangerous she was. Good with weapons. The only thing that didn't fit was she didn't even mention those coins you showed me yesterday. That's why I checked her out."

Nathan thought every word Kirsten told him was the truth. It made sense. Remy's insistence that she "didn't damsel," her references to the safe house, the way she didn't hesitate to attack Cesar, even going as far as to apologize for not getting both of them. Remy was no stranger to violence.

"I can't let you take her in, Isaac. But you're right. We need to figure out what the h.e.l.l is going on before we get caught in the crossfire." Nathan crossed his arms, s.h.i.+fting the topic slightly. "Things did not go as planned last night. They knew right where to find me." He shook his head. "And I know what you're thinking. It wasn't Remy."And you're sure of this because ... ?"She put a knife in Cesar's back instead of my throat."

The announcement caught him by surprise, his shoulders lifting for the first time since arriving. "You're kidding me." When Nathan shook his head again, Isaac whistled low under his breath. "n.o.body's got a piece of Cesar in years. How the h.e.l.l did she do it?"

"Quietly. Cesar and Tian were more caught up in taunting me than paying attention to their surroundings. She was practically on top of them when she threw the knife. They had backup in a nearby car. As soon as Cesar went down, they fled. I imagine one of their goons saw me in the parking lot and tipped them off."

Isaac's eyes flickered to the closed door. "This doesn't make me feel any better about her, you know. I thought we'd learned our lesson with Susanna."

Nathan paused, the full weight of Isaac's concern finally hitting him. Isaac never spoke her name, if he could help it. Neither of them did. "I know. But I don't know what to do. I've thought more about her in the past twenty-four hours than I have in the past two years. I wish I could tell you to just trust me on this, but we both know you don't have any reason to."

"If it was anything but a girl, you know I'd trust you without hesitating."

His voice was low, his tone resigned. When he moved next to Nathan to lean against the railing as well, though, he couldn't quite meet Nathan's eyes. Both of them were too busy staring at the apartment, both of them lost in thoughts about the woman on the other side of the wall. "Want to tell me what it is about this one? Other than the obvious reasons, of course."

"I don't know." Nathan would have liked nothing more than to tell Isaac why he was willing to take such a huge chance on Remy. He longed to describe the conversation they had just had, and his reaction to her announcement. He wished he could tell somebody what happened, somebody who could make sense of what the h.e.l.l was going on. "I don't know. I felt something with her last night I haven't ... it's like I already knew her on some level. Knew who she was. Which doesn't help my case, I know."

Isaac didn't answer, but Nathan didn't know what he could have said under the circ.u.mstances anyway. Together, they continued to regard the closed door, neither seemingly willing to move.

"Would you at least let me run her prints? Someone like that has to exist someplace, even if Kirsten Henryk isn't telling me the whole story about where."

There was no reason not to agree. "We can have a Live Scan done this morning. She won't like it, but she's going to have to deal with it, I guess. You find out what you can about her prints and Kirsten Henryk, and I'll see what I can learn from Remy this afternoon. We'll compare notes tonight. Oh. I also have a good sample of blood. You can take it in and see what the lab says.

"Sounds like a plan." Pus.h.i.+ng away from the rail, Isaac gave him one last lingering look before heading toward the stairs. "We can meet for dinner at The Barn. It's all you can eat rib night. Bring Remy." He paused, one foot on the first step. While his tone was light, his eyes were not. "And try not to get yourself killed before then."

Isaac only made it a couple stairs before stopping and turning. "One more thing. Turns out, the way Remy talks is an East Coast thing. East Coast thing. Kirsten Henryk called something royal when we were talking." He shrugged. "Guess you learn something new every day." Kirsten Henryk called something royal when we were talking." He shrugged. "Guess you learn something new every day."

"I guess so," Nathan was tempted to tell Isaac it wasn't an East Coast thing at all. But he couldn't get into that with Isaac. Not right now. "Funny we never heard it before."

"Oh, it'll probably turn up out here sooner or later. They probably picked it up from a TV show we never have time to watch." Isaac resumed going down the stairs. "See you tonight."

Nathan nodded, watching as Isaac took the stairs two a time, then disappeared around the corner. His head was spinning, and he needed to be alone, to have a bit of quiet to piece everything together. But that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Before he could even consider having a quiet moment to himself, he needed to tell Remy about Kirsten.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

She couldn't stop thinking about Kirsten. Ever since Nathan had come back inside after talking to his cop friend, Remy had been consumed with worry about how this would change things, how it could have happened, why she couldn't manage to catch a break no matter what she did. When he asked to let Isaac print her, she agreed without hesitation. It would be one more reason for him to believe her story when nothing came back as a match.

It didn't ease her anxiety about Kirsten, though. Even knowing she had Nathan sticking up for her with Isaac, Remy couldn't get away from the very real fear that things were going to go from bad to catastrophic as soon as Kirsten found her.

Once they left the police station, Nathan angled the Mustang toward Santa Monica and the tiny occult shop he thought might be their best bet in discovering the origins of the coin. He had been quiet ever since telling her about Kirsten, and the silence was beginning to wear. Though she didn't want to bother him any more than she already had, the fact he could be sitting there, making judgments about her that were very likely valid, gnawed at Remy's stomach. She wanted to know what he was thinking. Did he believe her? Did he trust her? Did he think this was all some kind of grift?

She couldn't ask. She had already asked for too much.An accident slowed traffic to a crawl. The air within the car grew heavier with each pa.s.sing minute, until finally, Remy couldn't take the confusion of her thoughts any longer. "So how long have you known Isaac?" she asked, s.h.i.+fting in her seat to face Nathan. Conversation about anything that wasn't Kirsten could only be good.

"I guess it's been about twelve years now." He sounded as if he couldn't quite believe that much time had pa.s.sed. "We were partners for seven years, until I quit the force."

She was dying to ask him why he quit, but the tight set of his mouth and the memory of how he'd reacted the last time the subject had come up had Remy stomping that urge into the dust. Instead, she smiled and swept her gaze over him in a frank appraisal.

"And how does a British guy get to be a cop?"

Nathan shrugged. "It's not a terribly interesting story, though I never planned to be a cop. My father married an American when I was fifteen. Candace was in London on a temporary work a.s.signment, and when she returned to the States, she brought us with her. My mother was American too, so I had a dual-citizens.h.i.+p. Once I turned eighteen, I decided to stay in California for school. I developed an interest in sociology, which led to criminology."

It might not have been interesting to him, but the prospect of living overseas had fantasies tumbling inside Remy's mind faster than the images could settle. Already, this was better than brooding on Kirsten. "Are they still around? Or did your old man whisk her back to jolly old England?"

"They live in Palm Springs," Nathan answered mildly. "I guess Dad never wanted to experience temperatures below eighty degrees again."

"Can't say I blame him." She looked out the window, at the crystal blue skies overhead. It still shocked her to see such vivid brightness.

The absurdity of their conversation struck her as soon as the words were out of her mouth, but when Nathan glanced curiously in her direction, her slight chuckle turned into audible laughter. "We're talking about the weather," she offered in explanation. "I can't figure out how in h.e.l.l I'm going to shake Kirsten, and here we are, discussing the benefits of living in California." She shook her head. "That's weird, even for me."

"There are many benefits to living in California." As the car moved forward a foot, Nathan sighed. "However, the freeway system is not one of them. Well, you more or less know my life story now. What about yours?"

Remy shrugged. "Boring. My parents split up when I was born, and then my mom took off when I was fourteen. I've been pretty much on my own since then. The state tried to stick me in foster homes, but none of them took. So I tested out to get them off my back. Once I got my equivalency, it was hard for them to use my education as a reason to keep me in the system."

"Not boring. More common than it should be. I can't even tell you how many times I saw something like your story play out. What did you do after the state got off your back?"

"Anything I could." It was pointless to try and whitewash her past; Remy was convinced Kirsten had been more than blunt with the details she'd shared. Which meant Nathan already knew, and anything Remy said would only be fuel for the fire. "I bounced around a lot until about four years ago. That's when I fell into a gang that didn't expect me to sell myself in order to have a place." She looked out her window, unwilling to see the disappointment in his face. "I've done a lot of things I'm not not proud of, but that is not one of them." proud of, but that is not one of them."

Silence met her words. She didn't know what he was thinking, and she didn't risk a glance over her shoulder. The soft brush of his knuckles against her cheek shocked her, but she still didn't look at him. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers trailing down her neck and shoulders before he pulled away. "So they became your family." His voice was gentle, free of condemnation. "And now they're gone because of this Kirsten Henryk?"

"Yeah." When the tears sprang to her eyes, Remy didn't know if it was because of the sudden memory of what she'd lost or the unexpected tenderness from Nathan. Either way, she kept her face averted while she rubbed the traces of them away.

So much for not thinking about Kirsten. But better to get this out now before the truth came back to haunt her later. But better to get this out now before the truth came back to haunt her later.

"She's a cop," Remy explained. "But her dad's one of the most twisted senators on the Hill, and he likes to use her as his personal bulldog. We never knew why, but he targeted my gang about a year ago. Kirsten started hunting us down, one by one. A group of us tried going legit, but that wasn't good enough, and we ended up going underground to try and stay alive." She could still smell the smoke and burning flesh from the fires, and a rash of goose b.u.mps erupted along her bare arms. "It didn't work."

"If you're worried she's going to ... finish the job here, don't. Isaac isn't going to tell her anything. And if she does manage to track you down..." Nathan didn't finish his sentence, but he didn't have to.

The implied threat against Kirsten shook Remy even more than his gentle reaction earlier. There was no doubt in her mind he would do exactly that-he would stand in front of Remy and shoot pointblank at anybody who dared to attack her. It was the why of it she didn't understand.

Why did she trust Nathan? Why did he trust her? Why would he be so protective of her, even with the partner and friend he'd had for twelve years? Why did the thought of Kirsten hurting Nathan fill her with such dread?

She wasn't accustomed to having a world in such turmoil. In DC, life was simple. Everything was about survival. Staying ahead of the Henryks. She had worried about her adopted family then, too, but once they had been slaughtered, Remy had closed off her heart. It was too hard to think you could make a difference, only to lose in the home stretch. She wasn't going to watch people she cared about die again.

How had Nathan fallen into that category so swiftly?

"So has Oakland ever made it to the Super Bowl?"

The question came out of the blue, and Remy grinned at how absurd it was in the grand scheme of things. "Football's not my sphere. But the Super Bowl's still around, if that means anything."

"Well, I guess I won't ask about the World Series, then. Unless baseball is your ... sphere?" He flashed a grin at her. "What's the deal with cars? I'm thinking your reaction to my Mustang wasn't because of the paint job."

"More eco-conscious. You have to have special tags for gas-powered cars." Remy laughed. "When I couldn't find one on your plate, I figured I could trust someone who didn't give a f.u.c.k for legal. Guess I got that wrong, huh?"

"You can still trust me, though."

Her smile softened. "I know."

Nathan tapped the wheel thoughtfully. "What about that chip? Was it just for tracking, or did they use it for ... behavior modification as well?"

"You watch too many movies," Remy joked. "It's mostly just for ID. They tried making them street common, but they're not cheap and people screamed about Big Brother and all that s.h.i.+t. So the only ones holding aces for them are juvies, cons, immigrants and legals, federal employees-" She paused, a sudden thought striking her. "Kirsten has one. Here." She pointed to the fleshy pad at the base of her thumb. "Cops have them in their hands because they have to have them scanned all the time. Instead of carrying badges."

Nathan shook his head. "I'd rather just deal with the inconvenience of holding a badge."

The memory of his reaction to her chip made her pause. "Does mine bother you?"

"No. Well, the idea of a chip bothers me. For a lot of reasons." He touched her hand. "But it's not a big deal. I would just be one of those people screaming about Big Brother."

Lacing her fingers through his, she watched him divert his attention back to the moving traffic. She knew how much had to be going through his head, but the fact of the matter was Nathan looked more relaxed than she'd ever seen him, a long hand resting on the wheel, his mouth soft and at ease. A s.h.i.+ver ran through her when she flashed on how his expert tongue had dived into her the previous night, how his rough cheeks had sc.r.a.ped against her inner thigh, and she smiled in spite of herself.

"Do you even own own a razor?" a razor?"

Nathan released her hand and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Why? Do you want me to shave?"

"You're kidding, right?" Unbuckling her seatbelt, Remy slid across to run her fingertips over the dark stubble. Another s.h.i.+ver went straight to her c.l.i.t. "Do you not remember how hard I came when you ate me out?" She couldn't resist. She leaned forward and dragged her tongue across his jaw, her mouth watering from the pleasurable rasp, ending at his ear. "There's so much right about this I can't even start."

Nathan swallowed hard. "No, I remember quite clearly. And I think, you better get back in your seat, or I'm not going to be responsible for what happens, or the resulting arrest for indecent exposure."

Her lashes ducked to see the clear outline of his erection beneath his jeans. It was so tempting to lean down and pull him out, suck him in and swallow him down until he spilled down her throat. Remy wasn't so sure Nathan didn't want that right then, either. But he had a point about the exposure and really, it was more than enough to know she could do that with just a few words and the touch of her tongue along his jaw.

Her eyes were twinkling as she slid back to her own side. "Party p.o.o.per."

"I know," he said, smiling as the gridlock ended, and the cars in front of them began to pick up speed. He drifted to the right as the 1A exit approached, and Remy couldn't help but remark on the incongruity of the exit names. Every other exit had featured a street name, but this was just 1B and 1A. Nathan only shrugged. "Not a lot about the Los Angeles freeway system makes sense. You get used to it."

The traffic didn't thin once they exited, but Remy figured that was because the day was gloriously beautiful. Santa Monica sparkled. Beautiful men and women with tan, taut bodies lined every sidewalk, while slender teenage girls with wide smiles and blond hair navigated through the mayhem. Nathan patiently moved down narrow streets to a dark parking garage, fis.h.i.+ng out a handful of ones to hand to the parking attendant.

"Eight dollars," he muttered. "Better be worth it."

Her eyes shot to him as he maneuvered into a tight s.p.a.ce. "You're not having doubts, are you?"

"What? No." He slid the parking pa.s.s onto the dashboard. "I just hate paying this ridiculous price for parking. It's the biggest scam in the city."

As he led her through the murk out into the brilliant suns.h.i.+ne, Remy had to bite her tongue to keep from teasing him further. Eight dollars for parking? If Nathan had any idea how much it cost in DC in seventy-five years, she was pretty sure he'd have a heart attack.

She couldn't help but glance at all the people they pa.s.sed as they made their way to the shop. While many of them had to be tourists, there were enough on the perfect end of the spectrum to be considered locals. Self-consciously, she pulled herself a little straighter, tugging at the bottom of her top as if that would make her stomach look flatter.

"Is this guy buying any of the other coins? Because I'm thinking we can use the money right about now."

"I'm sure he'll make an offer we can't refuse," Nathan said, his hand a light touch against the small of her back. He guided her down the busy block, expertly winding his way through the crowd, to a shop so small she wouldn't even have noticed it. The narrow door and blackened window were wedged between a juice bar and a Starbucks.

The blast of cold air as soon as she stepped through the door was a welcome relief, and Remy paused in the entrance as the fan overhead blew across her sweaty shoulders. She hadn't realized how hot she was until faced with the alarming difference in temperature, but when she caught Nathan's amused glance, she hastily straightened and moved on, flus.h.i.+ng with embarra.s.sment.

The shop was even smaller inside, gla.s.s-covered shelves lining each of the walls. Dust seemed to cling to every crack, but when she stepped close enough to try and peer through the grimy gla.s.s, the a.s.sortment of oddities on the other side made her wrinkle her nose. All that was missing were the monkey paws and shrunken heads.

Nathan was not fazed. He went straight to the low counter and rang the bell sitting next to the register. Through the door on the rear wall, a tiny Hispanic man with a humped back scurried in, but the moment he saw who his customer was, his lined face lit up and a fluent torrent of Spanish came flooding out of his mouth.

Her brows shot up when she heard Nathan respond in the same language. Huh. Is there anything he can't do? Huh. Is there anything he can't do?

Remy couldn't follow the conversation at all, but she caught the gist. Nathan handed the other man the silver coin, his brow furrowed, his words soft. The shopkeeper nodded enthusiastically and took the coin, putting it beneath a piece of paper and rubbing a pencil against it. As soon as Manuel pa.s.sed it back, Nathan fished out two of the smaller, silver coins and slid them across the table.

The atmosphere seemed tense, even solemn, as the man put on a pair of thick gla.s.ses and studied the coins. After several beats he looked up and said what sounded like a number. Nathan smiled and nodded. As the little man scuttled into the back room again, Nathan looked over his shoulder and asked, "So ... you want to go shopping?"

After the mall's air conditioning, the sun felt glorious on her chilled skin, p.r.i.c.kling it to life as she leaned against the pier's railing. Remy pushed her new sungla.s.ses more firmly into place, then tilted her head back to expose as much of her face and neck to the heat as possible, her long hair tickling down her spine. A contented sigh escaped her parted lips.

His low chuckle alerted her to Nathan's arrival, but she didn't turn around as his arm wrapped around her waist. Pulling her against his chest, he gently kicked the bags at her feet with the toe of his boot. "You didn't spend all that money, did you?"

Remy nestled into him, relis.h.i.+ng how he tightened his arm when the s.p.a.ce between them lessened. "Not even close." Her fingers strayed up and down his strong forearm. "What have you been up to? Get an answer yet about the coin?"

"No. Manuel said he'd ring as soon as he had the answer. Knowing him, that means we can expect a call at three in the morning." He kissed the top of her head. "I've been trying to figure out what to do with you."

She stiffened. Twisting in his arms, Remy looked up into Nathan's face, wis.h.i.+ng he didn't have sungla.s.ses on to hide his eyes from her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I could take you to the Barn to meet with Isaac, but I don't feel like listening to his doom and gloom. Unless you want all-you-can-eat ribs, then I don't mind. Or I could take you over there." He pointed over the golden beach to a small restaurant. "It has great crab cakes. Or, and this is the one I'm partial to, I could just take you home, and we can worry about dinner much later tonight."

The moment he started talking about food, she felt ridiculous for jumping to any kind of negative conclusion. After those first few hours on their first night together, Nathan had done nothing but accept her for who she was. Just because she was worried about what Kirsten was going to do, how he was going to get hurt, didn't mean those same kinds of doubts plagued him.

She launched herself at him as soon as he finished speaking, making him stumble backward to regain his footing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Deliberately, she rubbed her chest against his, feeling her nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of her top.