Page 83 of Keeping Knight

“Good news?” None of this sounds good to me.

“Yeah.” His gaze holds mine. “Rogue caught the guy on camera. And he made an ID.”

“What? You know who it is?”

“We know who broke into your storage unit,” Micah answers carefully. “And it appears—” He grimaces again. “I haven’t seen the footage myself yet. But Rogue said it looked like the man wasn’t trying to steal anything. He was just trying to destroy as much as he could.”

My heart stutters. “Like he was angry with me?”

“Possibly.” Micah strokes his thumb across my palm. “Probably. But we need to talk to the guy. Get a read on him. See if we can convince him to tell us the truth.”

“You think he’ll just tell you? That he vandalized my belongings? That he put a bomb in my apartment? That he tried to kill me? Micah, why would he do that?”

His gaze goes cold and flat. “He’ll tell us. He’ll tell me. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Micah.” I clutch his hand. “I don’t want you getting in trouble. Or what if he tries to hurt you?”

Micah makes a dismissive sound. “He won’t.”

It suddenly occurs to me that Micah didn’t tell me who the man was. “Who was it?” I ask. “The man who messed with my things?”

Don’t let it be Liam, I plead silently. I never loved him, and he turned out to be a real jerk at the end. But I really, really don’t want him to be the one behind all of this.

“His name is Greg Haverford. The superintendent of the building.”

“What?” Instinctively, I shake my head. “It can’t be Greg. He’s so nice. He always comes right away when I have a problem, and everyone in the building likes him…” Trailing off, I realize my description of Greg is eerily similar to ones I’ve heard people give on true crime documentaries. The ones where the regular guy turned out to be a serial killer, and all his neighbors can talk about is how nice he was.

“Rogue’s sure it’s him,” Micah says gently. “We’ve got a facial recognition program that can ID with ninety-five percent accuracy. The question isn’t if Haverford vandalized your things. It’s if he did the other stuff, as well.”

“And you’re going to go talk to him.”

Micah nods. “I am. Rogue and Houdini will go with me. But I need to be there, Rue.” He stops. “I’m going to be honest with you. If I have to use some unconventional methods to get the information I need, I will. Because this is personal. Someone tried to kill you. Whatever it takes to keep you safe, I’ll do it.”

“But—”

He frames my face with his hands and holds my gaze. “I won’t get hurt, Ruby. I promise. And I won’t get in trouble. We’ll be very careful.”

But Micah said he’d be fine the last time. And he was almost blown up. “You can’t know that,” I argue. “Last time⁠—”

“Last time I wasn’t careful enough,” Micah replies. “That’s on me. But this time, we’ll be prepared. Plus, this guy has no idea we’re onto him.” He strokes his finger across my forehead. “It’s going to be okay. Before you know it, I’ll be back home. We’ll have the information we need to put this guy away. And soon, you and I will be able to do all those things we talked about. Trips and meeting your friends and museums and watching the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center. Soon, this will all be over, and your life can go back to normal again.”

“I just want you to be safe,” I reply stubbornly. All the rest fades in importance.

“I will be.” He lifts me onto his lap and kisses me. His gaze softens as it meets mine. “I won’t let anything happen. Not when I have you to come home to.”

So when do we get to meet this mysterious guy?

I haven’t had a chance to answer Jordan’s message when Kylie’s comes in.

Is he a felon or something? Is that why we haven’t met him yet?

Jordan texts again.

Is he one of those mimes we see in Central Park? Or the naked trombone player in Times Square?

I laugh as I type my response.

No. He’s not a felon. Or a mime. Or a naked trombone player.