Allison Brennan - Killing Fear

Through binoculars Theodore watched Descario drive up in his slick Mercedes. The fat little dictator started pointing fingers, yelling at William, threatening him. And the detective took it. Of course he did. He wouldn’t fight back, not like that. He didn’t have it in him.

William Hooper would sacrifice his life for Robin McKenna. He wouldn’t fight back, he would give it. On Theodore’s word? Hmm, perhaps. That would be very interesting now, wouldn’t it?

“William, allow me to kill you and I’ll let Robin go.”

Would the cop agree? Would Theodore even give him the choice?

There was nothing Theodore wanted more than to have William Hooper and Robin McKenna at the opposite ends of the same rope. He wanted both of them to know the other was dead. If this modern-day Romeo thought Juliet was dead, what would he do?

That small feeling, a minimal emotion, which Theodore kept alive through sheer determination and constant thought about Robin McKenna, consumed him. This was no longer a simple game, where he would prove (again) that he was smarter than the police and everyone they put against him. This was bigger than winning or losing. It was destiny, as if everything he’d done, learned, tried, put him here, at this point in time, to destroy two people.

It was heady, really, something few people had the capacity to understand. It was more than the game, more than the risk, and for the first time, it was more than the thrill.

For the first time, he knew he would be sustained after everything played out. After pitting Romeo against Juliet.

“Teddy?”

Theodore faced Sara, held her face in his hands. He could snap her neck without a thought. He could slice her throat. But not now.

Not yet.

Sara had been productive during her excursion to the gaslamp district. Not only had she taken care of the letter to Robin, she’d learned that Robin was thinking about not opening the Sin tomorrow.

“I think we need to wait until her art show,” Sara said.

Theodore tensed. “Since when did I ask you to plan anything? I will make all the decisions.”

“I just-”

He slapped her. Not because he received any pleasure from hitting her, but because he wanted her to shut up.

“You’ve been valuable to me for the past year. Don’t fuck with me now, Sara.”

“I–I-Teddy, I love you.”

He swallowed back a biting comment. He needed this woman, as much as he loathed to admit it.

But he wouldn’t need her forever.

He forced himself to soften his tone. “Sara, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” He touched her face softly, remembering how William had touched Robin the night Anna was killed.

She melted into his hand, much like Robin had done to William. Was this a female response? Theodore closed his eyes, imagining Robin leaning into his caress. Parting her lips for him. Giving herself to him, only him.

“Let me kill her for you,” she said.

Theodore opened his eyes, genuinely surprised for the first time in his life. Sara looked at him, an earnest expression on her face.

He hadn’t expected this. He looked at Sara with a renewed respect, and a touch of suspicion. Was she trying to pull something on him?

“I have to do it myself.”

Sara shook her head. “She’ll be the death of you, Teddy. They’re looking for you. You won’t get near her. But I have an in, I can get to her-”

“You don’t know me, woman. You don’t know anything about me. I can and will kill Robin McKenna, right in front of that bastard cop.” But he was curious. “What is your plan?”

She smiled like a schoolgirl who had the rapt attention of her favorite teacher. “If she closes the club, the only place you can get her is at her loft, or at the art gallery on Sunday. She won’t cancel it. It’s her first showing.”

“If she’ll close her business, she’ll cancel the art show.”

Sara shook her head. “I don’t think so. You don’t know how important this is. It’s in all the papers. And what if she thought you’d left town?”

Something clicked. Theodore leaned forward. “I’m all ears.”

Sara smiled, bit her lower lip. “This is my idea. Friday night we drive to Mexico…”

Theodore listened. And for the first time was impressed with the intellect of another human being.

He leaned over and kissed her. Spontaneously-an odd gesture for him.

Her plan just might work.

In fact, it was brilliant.

What a shame he would have to kill the person who came up with it.

“Can you drop me off at the hospice?” Carina asked Will. “Nick is there, he’ll take me home.”

Will hit the steering wheel. “It’s Patrick’s birthday.”

“You remembered.” Her smile was strained.

Will glanced at the clock. “Barely. It’s ten minutes to midnight.”

If Patrick were fully here, he’d have been part of their team. He would have used his extensive skills and easygoing manner to manage their overall security and track Glenn’s financial potential. Patrick didn’t need a committee, his mind was wired differently. He saw connections where few people saw them.

But it wasn’t just his value as a cybercop, it was Patrick’s good nature that Will missed most of all. They’d been friends, and Patrick was one of the few people Will talked to about stuff. They’d kick back, drink a few beers, shoot the breeze. Patrick had been his best friend. Will missed him.

Patrick’s life was in limbo-it had been eight months since an explosion put him in a coma-Carina was getting married, Dillon had moved to Washington…everything was changing, growing, dying, and he was just walking around doing a job.

The job certainly couldn’t keep him warm at night.

Will pulled up in front of the hospice. “I was thinking earlier that we could use Patrick about now.”

“Well, think hard on that. Maybe it’ll bring him out of never-never land.” Carina gave Will a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks. You’re not just a great partner, but a good friend.” She started to get out of the car, then paused.

“You love her.”

He didn’t have to ask who Carina was talking about. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It certainly does.”

“All that matters is that she’s safe. I said things-” he shook his head. “I was wrong.”

“Tell her.”

He laughed bitterly. “You think I haven’t tried? I’ve apologized so many times I sound like a broken record. I said I was sorry then, I said it now. Being sorry isn’t enough. I hurt her. Deeply, irrevocably hurt her.”

“Will, we’ve known each other for more than a decade. You’ve never intentionally hurt someone. You’re one of the most compassionate men I’ve ever met. I’ve teased you about your women, but the truth is, you never hurt them.”

“My track record sucks. I never-I just didn’t want to put my wife second. I couldn’t put any of them in that position again, not after Wendy.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way.”

“It was with my father.”

“You’re not your father.”

“How do I convince her to forgive me?”

“You can’t,” Carina said. “But honesty usually works.”

“I’ve been honest.”

“Have you?” Carina took his hand. “If there’s one thing that Patrick’s coma should have taught you is that life is too unpredictable to not fight for what you want. If you love her, Will, fight for her.”

He didn’t say anything. Carina was more right than he wanted to admit.

He closed his eyes and saw the dead bird again on Julia’s kitchen table. Heard Glenn’s courthouse threats. Thought about what Hans Vigo said, that Glenn would take Robin out even if it meant getting himself killed.

If Robin died, he’d never forgive himself for not at least trying to make it work. He’d never put her out of his mind. Robin had been in his thoughts-or his dreams-every night for the last seven years.