Page 14 of Cause of Doubt
I went into the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and called Gabriel.
“I tried calling you earlier,” he answered.
“Sorry. I was a bit busy fighting off the men who were trying to kill Parker Hamilton.”
“Shit. They already got to him?” he asked.
“They tried. He’s going to be a problem, Gabriel.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because he saw my back and now he’s asking questions.”
“He didn’t see the scars when you slept with him last night?”
“I made sure the lights stayed off like I always do. I have a feeling he’s not going to let it go.”
“Perhaps he won’t, but you don’t have time to deal with his questions. You need to stop Elias. The next shipment is scheduled to arrive in Los Angeles in three days. Jason Jewell. He works for Elias. He’s a weak link, and if you use your special set of skills on him, I’m sure he’ll talk. I’m sending you his address.”
“I’ll pay him a visit tomorrow after I drop Parker off at work.”
“Sleep tight, Paige.”
“You too.” I ended the call.
Reaching into my bag, I took out two silencers and attached them to my guns. Grabbing a blanket and pillow, I went downstairs. As I was about to lie on the couch, I heard a noise outside, the whispers of two men.
“I’m tired, boys,” I whispered to myself.
I stood on the other side of the door, both guns pointed straight at it, as I listened to the metal scraping and clicking of their tools while they jimmied the lock. The last click was heard, and in two seconds, the door would open, and I would fire.
“Hello, boys.” I smiled, firing both guns at the same time, hitting each of them in the head. They fell back onto the porch, blood spilling everywhere. Walking over, I kicked the one man’s legs out of the way and shut the door. Grabbing my phone, I made a call.
“Smitty’s Restoration Services.”
“I have a flood in my basement,” I said.
“Address?”
I rattled off Parker’s address.
“The cleaners are on their way. May I ask the amount of stuff that was damaged?”
“So far, only two things. I set them on the porch to be disposed of.”
“Got it. Have a good night.”
“You too.” I ended the call.
The following morning, I was up early, showered, and dressed before Parker woke up. I went into the kitchen, and after the coffee was done brewing, I stepped onto the porch to make sure there was no trace of dead bodies here last night.
The door opened, and when I turned around, I saw Parker standing there.
“There you are. I thought you left.”
“No such luck,” I said, stepping back into the house.
“What were you doing on the porch?” he asked.
