Hidden Secrets (Garrett Investigation Book 1) (11 page)

“Better like that for now we can feed him information later.”

“Well, that’s it.  I’ll escort you home if you’ve finished here.”

“Yes, all done unless someone else comes up with something,” he laughed without humour.  A knock on the door, they looked at each other sighing, “shouldn’t have said anything,” raising his voice, “Enter.”

“Malachy, just an update from the assignment you gave me.”

“That’s fine Enrique I’ll read it over tomorrow.”

“Good, it’s a strange one to be sure.”

“That’s all I need, another strange one; everything is happening all at once.  Well, get you gone Enrique, I’ll see you early Monday before I go to Trengrove.  Right Yuri, let’s get out of here before anything else happens.”

As Yuri drove Mal home, he asked. “What you want done with the prisoner?  I’ve transferred him down to Trengrove security section.”

“Get any more info out of him?”

“Not much, I think he was one of a hired crew, who don’t know anything.”

“May as well do a drop Yuri Preferably in the middle of nowhere; make sure he has a few survival bits and pieces,” he grinned.

“Great idea boss,” Yuri grinned.

At eight, the following evening Malachy stood in his darkened office waiting for the big boom promised by Yuri.  A small smile crossed his face as he saw a distant building burst out with huge yellow flames, followed by another explosion as something added to the ferocity of the fire.  Malachy wasn’t a scientist, so he’d no idea what Fletcher had in the lab, he hoped to god the fire would be under control shortly.  Sighing, he left the office organising last minute details before he went to Trengrove the following morning.

CHAPTER TEN

The drive to Trengrove was uneventful.  Malachy arrived safely at Rose cottage with the same care and ease Anastasia had.  The same welcome from Abigail, who’d got to know him well in the last few years.

“Malachy, as handsome as ever,” she retorted.

“Hi Abigail, how’s business? Is Anastasia around?”

“She’s at the garden centre helping out.  As for you, settle in your room then perhaps you can retrieve Ana for afternoon tea.”

“Of course Abigail,” he grinned as he ducked into the cottage, up the stairs, placing his bags in the room next to Ana’s with great relish. 

Sauntering down the drive to the garden centre he soon found Ana filling up a display with soft pink miniature roses.  Closing in behind her, he wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her back into his body, making her squeal in surprise, placing a quick kiss on the back of her neck.

“Shit Mal, scared the buggery out of me,” she said, turning her head looking up at him.

“I couldn’t resist Ana; you look so divine.”

“Thought you were off me right now,” she said remembering to glare.

“Nope, in fact, it’s more likely to be the other way around by tonight, “he sighed.  “Abigail is dishing up afternoon tea, she asked me to find you,” he grinned.

“Well, help me finish this then we can go,” her heart beat rapidly at his touch.

“Ok,” he smiled not letting her go.

“Mal, please let me go,” putting his chin on her shoulder, he pulled her closer splaying his hands over her stomach. “Mal,” she whispered.”

With a groan, he released her, “soon Ana, we’ll sort this out very soon,” he promised.

Finally finished, they made their way back to the cottage side by side, both unsettled with their thoughts; both trying to calm their bodies instincts; just to hold on to each other.  Ana wondered what had changed; he’d made her nervous with his part revelation.  Crossing her arms suddenly cold, she rubbed her hands up and down her arms.  Mal watched, hoping to god what he said would help rather than hinder.

Afternoon tea was a silent affair; neither knew what to say, both leery of upsetting the apple cart.

“Ana, we need to go somewhere private to talk,” Mal said with a sigh.

“My aunts office is the most private we can get, she had it soundproofed before I came to her my first summer,” she smiled wanly, “this way.”  Sitting comfortably by the fireplace, they remained silent for a while.

“I’m still not sure how to go about this Ana.  Some of it is about your family who you asked about researching a few days ago. 

Ana gasped, “You know who they are?  Tell me.”

“It’s more complicated than that Ana.  First, let me say I found a portrait painting in the secret room.  There was a woman who I recognised as my mother; she was very lovely,” he said fondly, “On her knee was a baby of about three months give or take a few.  At first I thought it was me. When I approached closer I realised it was a girl with black hair and green eyes.”  He looked up straight into her eyes.  “According to the documents I read the baby was you, Ana.”

“No-no,” she jumped up, “no way, I’m not your sister that’s just obscene.”

“No, you’re not Ana.  We’re not related at all.”

“Thank god, just the thought is ugly,” she sat back down gathering a deep breath, “what was I doing with your mother?  I don’t understand.”

“You will shortly,” Mal replied gently.  He drew his chair closer to Ana’s enclosing her legs with his holding her hands. “Now for the hard part, well part of it.”

“Go on Mal, who are my parents?”

“You have a sort of brother due to some of the same DNA in both of you.”

“A brother,” she smiled, “way cool.”

“No, actually this is the part you’re not going to like Ana.  Fletcher is your brother in a weird kind of way.”

“Hell no way, you have to be joking.  For god’s sake, we’re nothing alike.”

“That is why I said sort of brother.  You are both part of an experiment that dealt with altered genetics.  You both have different mothers, your father at this stage in not named, however you have lots of different DNA in your genes.”

“Let me finish Ana.” He said. “At birth you were swapped with each other. The girl was stillborn; she disappeared off the radar.  The company running the experiment wanted a son, so he gave the male child to the other woman who helped with his care.  That child, of course, was Fletcher.”

“So what happened to the girl, to me if you wish?  Obviously I wasn’t stillborn.”

“Complications again, this is how you came to be in my mother’s arms.  My father was apparently a genetic scientist who worked for this company.  Dad didn’t like the way the research was developing.  He fell in love with my mother who happens to be Fletchers birth mother.  They took you escaping the compound, knowing they couldn’t keep you they had you adopted out for your own safety.”

“Y-you’re Fletchers half-brother?”

“Ironic isn’t it,” he sighed.

“So who’s the man behind the company?  My supposed father?” she asked.

“Still working on it, my dad didn’t name him. However, I think he has something to do with whom Fletcher is working for.”

“What happened to your parents Malachy?”

“He eventually had them murdered so they couldn’t talk; sadly it was a waste of time since I now have the full story.”  Looking up at Ana, he asked, “you mentioned you’d read about genetics the other night, tell me why and who it involved.”

“I met a man on the hill where I run.  I was suspicious as he came upon me too quietly for my liking.  Said his name was Kevin Truit.  He must be in his early fifties at least.”

“What did he want, what has this to do with genetics?”

“I researched him when I got to the centre.  Deb got me info on a company called ‘Truit & Haier Engineering’ founded in 1977.”

“Why ask Deb?”

“He said he’d bought the Johnson place a couple of years ago; it was the company who bought it, not Mr Truit personally, I was curious.”

“So what does this company do?”

“Mr Truit and another scientist messed with DNA.  Money wasn’t a problem; the third partner Henri Haier was a wealthy man.  One scientist left due to some disagreement.  That is about all I know at present.”

“No way can this be a coincidence.  Your birth was in what 1982.  Maybe Mr Truit is my missing connection.”  Rolling back in his chair, he stood, wandering the small office thinking back to the documents and what Enrique had found.  “Look, we need to think on this Ana.  Maybe we should sleep on it.  I’ll get our top researchers onto it tomorrow.”

A knock sounded at the door, opening Abigail put her head round.  “Time for dinner. I made your favourite roast beef,” she smiled.

“Thanks, Abigail, you spoil us too much,” Ana replied.  Grabbing Malachy’s hand Ana pulled him into the dining room where the table was set charmingly for two.  A red candle in the table centre with a white velvety rose setting off a delightful fragrance, the best cutlery and dishes.  Abigail had outdone herself. A sly smile at her two favourite people; she left them to eat.

Ana smiled at the cosy little scene Abigail had managed, looking across to Mal she saw his eyes trained on her lips, he blinked when he noticed Ana was staring back at him.

“Well, this is cosy Mal, did you organise it?”

“No, Abigail has her own methods, naturally she sees more than most,” he replied as they began to eat.

“What are we going to do about us Mal?  This connection is weird,” she sighed.  “Are we continuing our relationship or not?”

“Why not see where it leads us; you make me feel things I’ve never felt with any other women.  There’s something different about you which I’ve yet to work out.”

“What about all you’ve told me?”

“There’s more to this story yet Ana.  I’ve told you what I learnt about you and Fletcher.  It makes me wonder if he knows.”

“Good question, but probably not.  How could he know, if we didn’t?”

“Forget Fletch for now.  Will you come to me tonight Mal; I missed you over the last few days,” she sighed. “You’re right about us; we need to find out where we’re going.”

“Yes Ana tonight is for us.  I ache to touch you,” he took her hand in his, his thumb swirling circles on her palm as he stared deeply into her emerald eyes.  “I need to be with you tonight Ana before you drive me insane with need.”

Her eyes lit up at his words, leaning forward into a kiss, their lips brushed lightly making them both tingle, their heartbeats speeding up.  Gently Malachy lifted her hand to his lips, “Come, let’s go Ana.”

Making their way upstairs they stood between their bedrooms; Mal pulled her into his embrace tracing kisses from her ear to her lips, once there they stilled before whispering across her lips.  Her arms crept around his shoulders into his wavy hair, pressing her body closer kissing him ardently.  Moving the angle of his head, he sucked on her bottom lip making her sigh opening her mouth.  Quickly he plunged inside tasting her sweetness, his tongue flicking over her teeth.  She was quick to follow suit. 

Her breasts grew taut and heavy as she pressed harder against his chest.  He cupped her bottom into him where she could now feel his hard length throbbing against her stomach.  Pulling back with a moan, they backed into Ana’s room, shutting the door tumbling onto the large four-poster bed.

“God Mal you feel fantastic,” he laughed quietly catching her face with his hands, kissing her thoroughly making her wanton body arch towards him as blood surged through her.  She felt damp and wet between her thighs, her excitement growing.  Ana’s fingers trembled as she unfastened his shirt; Mal trailed kisses down to her throat between her comely breasts straining against the silk fabric holding them.  Her nipples tightened as his eyes caressed.  Slowly he undid a couple of her buttons before unfastening the front hook of her bra, releasing her breasts to his eager fingers.

“I do enjoy your bra’s opening at the front Ana,” he said moulding her breasts with is hands. A thumb and finger tweaking her nipples, tugging and twisting. Ana moaned when Mals’s mouth took a nipple, pulling it gently between his teeth before sucking hard.  Ana arched in response trying to get him closer crying out as sensations shot to places she’d forgotten existed.  Her hands fell from his shirt to his waist where she slid them over his taut buttocks massaging them enjoying the feel of his throbbing erection against her stomach.

“You feel good Mal,” she groaned, “you’d feel better with fewer clothes on.  Oh god,” she sighed as he got her other nipple between his teeth.

“You taste wonderful Ana.”  Mal sat up slightly undoing the rest of his buttons before tugging his shirt over his head.  His smooth hard chest rippled in the dim light as he watched her remove her blouse and bra.  Her breasts were perfect for his hands; he loved to touch them.  Flicking a thumb over her nipples, she shuddered under his expertise.

“I need you now Malachy,” she whispered.

“Soon my lovely Ana, first I’m going to explore.  You’ve such a beautiful body.”

Sitting beside her he slowly removed her trousers massaging her long legs on the way down to her feet, enjoying the silky sensation of her satin smooth skin.  Kissing his way back until he reached her nub, stroking her he felt her wet silky panties.

“You’re so wet Ana,” he murmured as he caressed her more firmly, making her whimper. Slipping a finger under her panties touching her hot core, finding her nub she jerked her hips off the bed.

“Mal,” she moaned tossing her head from side to side.

Slowly he removed her panties flicking them over his shoulder before looking down at her glorious black curls.  His eyes trailed up her body stopping at her breasts, then continuing to her face.  Ana’s body shook with desire as she lay naked under Mal’s intense gaze.  Reaching out she touched his erection making him moan, throbbing harder.

“Take your trousers off Mal, I need to see you, touch you,” she urged.  He stood letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor, his erection standing proud; throbbing hard at her intense gaze, she licked her lips. “Come here Mal,” her eyes raked his hard muscular body stopping at his thick hard length.

Mal crawled back on the bed until his shaft touched her side.  Breathing deeply, she leant up taking him in her hands.  He was as hard as steel with a softness she’d never forget.  Slowly she began to move her hand up and down his erection, flicking her thumb over the tip making him jerk.

“Ana,” he sighed “feels so bloody good,” he leant forward, taking a breast in his mouth letting her continue to play.  His hands stroked her folds occasionally; touching her nub making her jerk.  Their breathing hitching as their pleasure climbed.

“God, I need to be inside you Ana, I want you to wrap your hot wet heat around me before I explode.”

Moving between her legs, she lifted her knees.  He caught her hands holding them to one side of her head while he stroked her harder making her squirm.  Panting, she looked at him, hot desire flashing into her eyes, “Mal, I’m not going to stand much more of this,” she groaned. He pushed a finger inside her. Wriggling his finger, she nearly exploded when her muscles started clenching tightly around him.  She finally screamed as she shot to the heavens. Next minute he was lapping her up drinking her juices, building her up again. “Yea gods Mal please now,” she cried out.