Tag: mystery

This could not be happening.

As Natasha ran out of her trashed apartment she was practically hyperventilating.

It wasn’t just that her beautiful little house, which she had worked so hard to make into a home, had been completely torn apart, it was that there was also what looked like blood streaking the walls.

Human blood?

She had no idea and she wasn’t going to hang around to find out. Nope. Not hanging around at all. Her plan was to get into her car, drive to the nearest police precinct and tell them everything she had found so far.

It was time to hand the investigation over to the experts.

They would either believe her or they wouldn’t, she couldn’t worry about that now. Not when her safety was being threatened. Besides with evidence that her house had been broken into and someone had left behind death threats written in blood they had to believe her.

Had to.

Because if they didn’t Natasha had no idea what she was going to do next.

Panicked and hyperventilating as she was, she wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to her surroundings, and when a huge body came out of nowhere, locking her a tight bear hug, she lost her window of opportunity to fight back.

What was the gorgeous blonde doing here this late?

He’d been waiting around for the building to empty out before sneaking back in. No one was supposed to be here yet he’d heard the pretty granddaughter rifling through things from a mile away.

If she thought she had been being quiet she would be sorely disappointed to find out she had failed.

But why was she here?

And why had she had such a terrified expression on her face when she got into the lift?

Guilt?

Fear she’d almost been caught?

Wanting to know more, Tony abandoned his initial plans in favour of following the granddaughter. Bypassing the lift he took the stairs, reaching the ground floor just as Natasha Jenkins walked out the front door.

This night was cool and crips but not overly cold, and although it was late the nice early spring weather had a lot of people out. Tony had no trouble blending in as he followed Natasha as she walked on foot towards her house. The woman didn’t even look back, did she have no sense of preservation? She should know that she was being followed.

By the time they reached her cute little cottage, Tony was no closer to figuring out if Natasha was involved or completely innocent. Until he knew for sure which side she was on he’d have to sidle up to get, get close, earn her confidence, see what he could find out.

He watched for a moment as she headed inside, lights flickering on, but just as he was about to turn around and head back to the office, poke around for a while, the front door was flung open. The stunning blonde came running out like the building was on fire, he’d been in the game long enough to know that Natasha arrived home to chaos.

She was in big trouble.

How had she thought she could do this on her own?

Natasha was way past needing help only she didn’t know how to go about asking for it now. She’d been poking her nose where it didn’t belong, following a trail she thought was simple and straightforward, but now she no longer knew who this was, no longer knew who she was looking for.

Give up, a voice inside her head urged.

But she’d never given up on anything before in her life and she wasn’t going to start now.

There had to be a way to figure out at the company was siphoning off money. As badly as she wanted to hang around and keep digging she’d tempted fate enough for one night. It was time to get out of here, she’d try again tomorrow night.

Grabbing her purse, Natasha was at the lifts when she hard a sound behind her.

She wasn’t alone.

Someone else was in the office well after closing time.

Was it the person who was stealing money from her Grandfather’s company?

“Act natural,” she whispered to herself even as she knew she was way too tense for that. Trying to relax her posture, act like she really had just come back for her coat, which was her excuse if she’d met anyone, Natasha knew she was failing dismally.

Finally the lift opened and she hurried inside, pushing the button a little too hard. As the doors closed she could have sworn she saw the new guy standing in the hall. The new guy couldn’t be the embezzler. Could he? The money had been going missing long before he started working here, but maybe he was an accomplice? Or he was just there because he really had forgotten something.

Whoever the embezzler was she was going to have to watch her back. For the last two weeks she could have sworn she was being watched. And she was positive that someone had been inside her apartment the day before.

The thief knew she was onto them and she had no idea what her next move should be.