The Shark (Forgotten Files Book 1) (31 page)

The Shark said nothing as he reached for his phone. “Maria will die so slowly.”

Duke stood but didn’t move forward.

The Shark dialed. “I’m calling my man stationed outside your house.”

Duke’s jaw tensed as his eyes sharpened with a desperate panic.

The Shark spoke clearly and slowly. “Are you outside of Duke’s house? Good. Instead of starting with Maria, start with Jo-Jo, that girl from the streets. I want Maria and Duke to hear her screams first.”

“Stop!” Duke pushed away from the table, his hands clenched as he moved toward Riley.

Riley stood up. “Duke, you will be no better than him if you do this.”

“I can’t worry about that.” As Duke reached for her, she swung the ice cloth and caught him on the jaw. He stumbled back, holding his hand to his stubbly chin. She pulled the ice pack back and twirled the towel, ready to strike again.

The pain energized Duke, heating the fire in his eyes. He rubbed his chin, and cursing, he lunged forward with more speed than she anticipated. She readied to swing when the Shark came up behind her and hit the side of her knee hard with his cane. Her knee buckled as pain shot up her leg. Her leg crumpled, and she hit the ground hard.

She blinked, trying to fill her lungs with air and clear her head. She managed to roll onto her side and push herself halfway up before Duke shoved her in the chest and slammed her flat against the carpeted floor. Her heart raced as she fought pain. She would not die this way.

Duke straddled her, sitting hard on her midsection and knocking the wind from her. She tried to gasp in air and reach her boot, but he pinned her arms with his knees. She managed a feeble punch to his side, but he didn’t seem to notice. He quickly pulled a long cord from his pocket and wrapped it around her neck.

“Please don’t fight,” he said.

She spat in his face.

“You thought Duke was so noble,” the Shark said. “Who do you think killed Jax and Darla?”

Riley searched Duke’s gaze, expecting some kind of denial. But she saw none. “Duke?” she rasped.

Duke tightened the rope. “Yeah, I killed them both. They didn’t deserve to suck up any more oxygen on this planet.”

“Think about it, Riley,” the Shark said. “Why did he really help you?”

She looked into Duke’s eyes, unable to pull in a breath to speak.

“Shut up, old man,” Duke said.

The Shark towered over her. “You deserve to know why he really put you on that bus. He gambled that I’d want a rematch. He gambled that I’d come looking for you and he’d get another chance to win big again. You were nothing more than a walking poker chip.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to wedge her fingers under the rope. But her movements were slowing. Her vision was graying.

For the second time in her life, she teetered close to the abyss. With her last breath, she screamed.

Bowman moved as quiet as a cat through the dark, and when he saw the two guards, he assessed the order in which he would take them out. The one on the right was taller, thicker, and had the look of a linebacker. Not quick, but likely threw a hard punch. The one on the left was muscled but with a leaner frame. Bowman guessed he was the faster of the two, so he would be the first to go.

He raised the gun and fired. The larger of the two guards fell. The second guard barely had time to react before Bowman fired again. The man dropped to the ground.

Bowman approached both cautiously, and confirming they weren’t a threat, he searched the pockets of the leaner man. Nothing. He shifted his focus to the other man’s pockets, where he found several keys in his jacket.

He grabbed the keys and rushed to the front door. Methodically he began trying each in the lock. The first didn’t work. Neither did the second. Inside the house, he heard Riley scream.
Hang on, Riley.
Cursing, he shoved the next key in the lock. It released the tumblers. Gripping his gun, he opened the front door and then the double mahogany doors of a parlor. He surveyed the scene and in a split second identified the threats. An unknown male. An old man who must have been the Shark. And Duke on top of a still Riley.

Bowman fired twice, hitting the first man center of mass in the chest and killing him. The Shark looked up at him, his dark eyes narrowing with hatred, as he raised the phone. Knowing the man’s capacity for violence, Bowman didn’t question that the phone call meant death for someone. Lives were nothing to this killer. Only winning mattered.

Bowman fired the kill shot, striking the Shark in the chest. For a moment, the old man gripped the phone to his ear, trying to suck in a breath so he could speak. But as blood blossomed through his gray jacket, he couldn’t articulate any words. He staggered a step and dropped the phone.

Realizing the old man was neutralized, Bowman ran toward Duke. Propelled by rage, he grabbed Duke’s head and twisted until his neck popped and his body went still. Duke’s fingers went slack and his body, limp. Bowman shoved him aside and unwrapped the cord from Riley’s neck. He sat her up. “Come on, baby, breathe.”

For a moment she was still. Then Riley gasped in air, raising her hands to her marked neck.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s over.”

“Hanna! Here somewhere. Please find her.”

Bowman hauled Riley up and sat her in a chair. He handed her his backup gun. “I’ll find her. Shoot anything that doesn’t look right.”

“With pleasure.”

Riley’s head spun and her vision was blurry as she looked at the bodies that lay around her. The old man lay on his back, his dark eyes staring sightless at the ceiling, his fingers inches from his cell. In the corner, the dealer. And Duke.

As she looked at Duke, hints of pity mingled with overwhelming hatred and anger. He’d been her savior. Her mentor. And he’d been lying to her for years. Tears welled in her eyes; she wiped them away with the back of her hand.

“Riley?” Hanna’s broken voice cut across the gaming room, elbowing out all other thoughts.

Riley rose and set the gun on the poker table. More tears welled and spilled down her cheeks as she hurried to Hanna. Her knee pounded with pain, her jaw hurt, and her throat ached. But she didn’t care. Hanna was alive.

“Honey, are you all right?” She hugged Hanna, checking her for any signs of injury. “Did they hurt you at all? God, I am so sorry.”

The girl began to cry and collapsed against Riley, clinging to her. “I was so scared. When I woke up, there were two men in the room.”

Riley cupped Hanna’s face in her hands. “Did they hurt you?”

“No. They didn’t.”

Riley kissed her on the cheek, smoothing her hands over the girl’s head, needing a moment to control her own emotions. She’d come close to losing everything that mattered.

She looked up and saw Bowman. He checked the men in the room to make sure none were alive or capable of threat. When he confirmed the room was secure, he went to her.

He touched her bruised cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She smiled at Hanna. “We’re fine.”

“Thank God.”

She reached out and touched his face. “Thank you.”

He leaned into the touch and laid his hand over hers. “I thought I lost you.”

She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” he said.

EPILOGUE

Eight Weeks Later

Sweat dripped into Riley’s eyes as she, Hanna, and Cooper finished up their run through the park. It had taken a couple of weeks for her bruises to heal, but she was physically her old self again. As they rounded the corner of their street, she noticed a black SUV parked in front of her house. Bowman stood by the car, dark glasses covering his eyes, his arms folded.

She’d not seen him in nearly two weeks and had begun to think the baggage of a teenage kid had scared him off. As always, he was impossible to read. Despite all the unknowns dancing between them, her heart beat a little faster as she stopped in front of him.

“Hey, Clay,” Hanna said. “How’s it going?”

He tugged off his glasses and tossed a warm smile at the girl. “It’s good. How are the applications?”

She groaned for effect, but it wasn’t a tortured kind of sound, more like a normal teenager reaction. “You sound like Riley.”

“She’s a smart lady. Best to listen to her.” He reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a white envelope. “This is for you.”

“What is it?” Hanna asked.

“Read it.”

She glanced at Riley, who shrugged. She had no idea what it contained. Hanna tore open the envelope. Her mouth dropped open as she read and then looked at Bowman, tears glistening in her eyes. “Is this for real?”

“You still have to get into college and keep your grades up senior year. So it’s not a freebie by any stretch.”

“What is it?” Riley asked.

Hanna handed her the paper. “Shield Security has a scholarship fund. If I get into college, they’ll pay my way.”

Riley’s breath stilled as she read and reread the words. She was shocked, pleased, and taken aback. “This is very generous.”

“I looked up her grades,” Bowman said. “She’s doing a hell of a job. College is the right path for her.”

Nothing he could have done would have touched Riley’s heart more. “Thank you.”

As she stared at him, she knew, as she’d known for weeks, that she loved him. No one had ever made her feel so complete and whole as Clay Bowman.

Hanna took the letter back from Riley. “Can I accept this?”

The pure excitement in the girl’s face made it impossible for her to say no. “Yes.”

Hanna squealed. “I need to call Julia.”

“Can you take Cooper?” Riley asked.

“Sure.” She took his leash and ran with him into the house.

Riley watched the girl bound into the house full of all the joy and happiness a girl her age should feel. She looked up at Bowman and found him staring at her. Her heartbeat skipped. “That’s pretty amazing.”

He carefully folded his sunglasses and tucked them in his pocket. He moved to within inches of her. Energy snapped between them. “You’re amazing.”

After Bowman had killed Duke and the Shark, the cops had been called and Agent Sharp and his team arrived at the scene. There’d been lots of questions not only from state police but the FBI. In the end, Riley’s past was laid bare. And she discovered being open about her own life had been very freeing and had helped Hanna, who was more at peace with her own past.

Bowman had been by her side in the first weeks, but she’d not seen him in the past ten days. They’d spoken on the phone a couple of times, but their conversations had had more to do about the case than it did them.

She wanted him to pull her into his arms. “I figured we scared you off.”

“You had your hands full with the FBI and the Shark case, and after I gave my statements, Shield sent me to Texas to look into another set of cases that might have been related to the Shark. We think we can now link Duncan to over two dozen killings in twenty different cities.”

“Two dozen.” The number was staggering when she tried to picture all those young girls.

“How’s Maria doing?”

“Duke’s funeral was hard. There must have been a hundred people there. He touched so many lives.” It would be a long time before the pain of Duke’s betrayal eased. “I guess you heard the forensic data linked him to Jax’s and Darla’s deaths.”

“I did hear that.”

“All these years I saw him as some kind of savior. And he really was. He was good to me. He did help so many kids off the street. I believe there was goodness in him. It scares me that there was also so much darkness.” How had she not been able to see it?

“Jo-Jo still with Maria?” he asked.

He’d not been around, but he was keeping tabs. “Jo-Jo and Maria seem to be good for each other. Hanna and I were over there last night. Maria’s still crying a lot, and Jo-Jo is actually stepping up and taking care of her. Maria had no idea about the Shark or how Duke really found me. Maria wants to keep the restaurant and the shelter open. In her good moments, she’s refusing to let Duke shatter what they built. In her bad moments, well, I hope I can be there for her.”

He ran his hand up her arm, sending a shiver through her body. “How’re you? How is your department handling this?”

“Paid administrative leave, but I’ll be back on the job in a couple of weeks. Gave me time to spend with Hanna, and I finalized the adoption.”

“Hanna must be pleased.”

“She is.” She smiled. “She’s been practicing signing her name as Hanna Tatum now.”

“Good for her.” His hand wrapped around hers. “And Sharp?”

“Agent Sharp is the man of the hour. He’s being hailed for leading the investigation that caught a wanted serial killer. He wants to give credit to Shield, but he refuses.”

“That’s the way we like it. No media. No press.”

“You should take the credit.”

“Credit has never mattered to me.” Bowman traced his thumb over her palm. “I’ve missed you.”

A sigh shuddered through her, testing her promise to be cool about this. “I’ve missed you.”

“I don’t want this to be over for us.” He clasped both his hands around hers. “And part of my being away for the last two weeks was about saying good-bye to my own past. I wanted to make sure my head was on straight this time. I never want to hurt you again like I did five years ago.”

“And you can let it all go?”

“Never forgotten, but it’s behind me.”

She closed her eyes, cherishing the words before she forced herself to look at him. “Are you sure?”

There was no hesitation in his expression. “I wasn’t ready for you the first time we met. You were everything I wanted, but I needed more time.”

“You were in a bad place.”

“Not anymore.”

“I’m not in the same place either. I’m not free to pick up and go like I could then. My life is more complicated.”

“Hanna’s not a complication. And I like knowing where you are.” He rubbed the healing scar on her arm. Andrews had removed the chip the day after the Shark was killed. Bowman tugged her closer.

As her breasts touched his chest, her senses jumped as if jolted by electricity. She glanced at the damp tank top that clung to her skin. “I’m covered in sweat.”

He smiled, tracing the outline of her collarbone with his finger. “I like your body when it’s glistening with sweat. Especially when it’s naked.”

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. “I have a fondness for your naked body as well.”

When her breasts brushed his chest, he grinned. “What do you say I treat Hanna and her friend Julia to pizza and a movie?”

She steadied, needing to make sure he understood that having Hanna in her life was a nonnegotiable fact. “She’s in my life for good, you know. She’ll be around a lot. We’re a package deal.”

He kissed her again, this time allowing the full force of his passion. “That’s fine with me. What about sending them out for pizza?”

She gripped his shirt in her hands, savoring the feel of his chest beneath her palms. Already, she was imagining them alone, naked and in her bed. “That sounds even better.”