Thief (49 page)

But I had to do this.

The elevator slid down to the sixth floor. A couple of guys got on. I recomposed myself, trying to look normal.

One of them turned to me. His face sparked up with interest. “Hi,” he said cheerfully.

I smiled brokenly at him. “I’m taken,” I said.

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T
he bus ride felt like the longest one I’d ever taken. I had to get on a different bus somewhere in North Charleston, in a not-so-friendly part of town. By then, I’d collected myself to at least glare hatefully at anyone that looked like he wanted to approach me. Daggers could have flown from my eyeballs at the way everyone swerved in a wide circle to avoid me. I really wasn’t in the mood.

Even this short distance from the boys felt like hundreds of miles. The world I was returning to shadowed my brain. What would I do when I got back? What would I tell Wil? How could I explain the last couple of days?

When the bus drove past the mall, I gazed at the building. There was a strange love and hate feeling toward it now. It had brought me the boys, but it also brought with it a lot of pain. I honestly never wanted to see it again.

The bus rolled down the main road through West Ashley and I got off at the closest bus stop to the hotel. I stood at the platform, willing my feet to work. There was a terrible clash inside me. As much as I thought I needed to return, I really didn’t want to go home, either. It didn’t feel like home any more. I wasn’t sure I even had one. Wil, of course, I needed to return to but what would happen when I told him that maybe Corey could get him into college early? That they were willing to help him, even let him move in.

Somehow I knew Wil’s answer already. He said it every night. He hated the hotel. He’d do anything to get out of it. He’d jump at the opportunity. And then he’d be gone.

I needed a little more time. I didn’t know what I wanted for myself. A job? A new place?

I didn’t want to deal with Jack. As much as I hated him, he was my father. Broken because his wife died and stuck with two kids and no job, he’d sunk into himself until he didn’t resemble the man I’d grown up with. Maybe my time away from him had allowed me to grow a little sympathy for him. Without me, he’d eventually become a hobo, or dead, I’d wager. The month would eventually end and he’d be out in the street. I’d work to pay the rent, but when I finally left for good, what then?

I started off toward the hotel, with my bags slung over my shoulders. I needed to get this over with. I’d settle into a routine. I needed to find all the answers so I could truly be myself. When I figured it out, I’d call the guys and see what they were up to. Wouldn’t they be proud of me if I got my own job? Wouldn’t they freak out when they saw me get my own apartment? For the moment, I thought I would work really hard and surprise them all.

Could I ever go back to the old Kayli though? Even without picking pockets, I tried to imagine myself working the counter of some store, or in some office. The picture didn’t really fit.

The hotel looked gloomier to me. The clouds rolled over my head. It wasn’t going to rain, just hover and block out the sun. I stood in the parking lot for a bit, staring up at the second floor, at the door of 221B. It was shadowed by the overhang. Cold. Quiet.

Lies whirled through my head, and I was trying to come up with the best one. I don’t know why I bothered. Wil would spot them in a heartbeat.

I started up the stairs when I felt eyeballs looking out at me from different hotel rooms. I didn’t want to run into the limp willy freak without Raven there to back me up.

I clutched the phone in my front pocket. Somehow the act of holding it made me feel better about doing what had to be done.

I climbed the steps two at a time and when I got to the door, I realized I didn’t have my room key so I knocked and waited.

I had to knock again.

The locks clicked and the door opened a sliver. From behind it, feminine eyes, unfamiliar, peered out at me sideways. “Hi honey,” the lady said. “Did you have the wrong room?”

I blinked after her, and then rechecked the door number again. For a moment, I was lost. “Jack...” I said, unsure where to start. Did he move rooms while I was gone?

Her eyes widened and she opened the door wider. She was covered in a towel, her unnaturally red hair was wet and dripped to the carpet. “Oh. You’re here to see Jackie? He’s asleep.”

Discomfort swept over me as I realized he’d dragged home another woman. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m his daughter.”

Her eyes brightened. “He never told me he had a little girl! That’s so sweet.” She shifted the towel around her body. “Sorry about this.”

I waved it off. “Don’t worry about it.” I stepped into the space so she could close the door behind me. That’s when I caught the two pieces of paper on the floor behind her, folded notes that had been kicked aside. I stared at them absently. Notices from the maids? Maybe a warning if there had been a fight? I shook it off. “I was actually looking for my brother, Wil.”

“Wil?” she asked. “He has a son, too?”

I nodded. I lowered my bags to the floor. “If Jack came home with you last night,” I said, unsure how to be delicate, but tried to use a pleasant voice. At least she didn’t appear to be a
crazy
hooker. Just one of the nice ones. “I mean, he may have called Wil ahead of time to scatter. So he’s probably downstairs somewhere.”

She planted her palms on her hips. “Well, that’s just rude. He shouldn’t kick his own kids out.”

“You get used to it,” I said. I scanned the room, spotting Jack in the bed. His bare ass hung out from the blankets, and he snored like a chainsaw.

A sense of something being wrong thundered through my head. My eyes settled on a faux Coach handbag I didn’t recognize sitting on top of the bed Wil and I had shared. The bed was made up but the top was ruffled as if she’d been sitting on it.

“Still,” she said. She shrugged and pointed to the bathroom. “Let me get dressed.”

I nodded, feeling the awkwardness between us. Neither of us expected the other, and neither of us had a reason to be upset the other was there. She didn’t know she was invading anyone else’s space. I wasn’t going to throw her out naked.

I marched forward, hovering over Jack. I stared down at him, at his temporarily peaceful face. I wanted to smack his head for being an idiot and making Wil hang out by himself while I was gone and so far into the afternoon.

“Jack,” I called to him.

“Mergh,” he replied.

I stepped closer, weary. He could roll over and pop me a good one. “Jack!”

“What?” he called, not opening his eyes.

“Where’s Wil?”

He waved his hand in the air. “I don’t know. Go away.”

“Where’s Wil?” I asked louder.

“How the hell should I know? He ran off with Kayli again.”

I rolled my eyes. His disoriented state wasn’t helping. I turned, looking over the mess. There were beer cans on the table, a couple on the floor. Again, I had a strange sensation that something was off.

The woman emerged from the bathroom in a miniskirt and a low hanging top. Her hair brushed back, and she wore a thick layer of lipstick. She smiled pleasantly. “Want to look for your brother? I’d like to meet him.”

“Yeah,” I said. I headed for the door. “I’ll be back. Could you wait a second and open the door?”

I dashed downstairs to the main lobby and stood there for a moment, contemplating where Wil could be. I checked the workout room, the laundry room, and then searched the office with the computer. All were empty.

I circled back to the front desk. No one was there, so I knocked my hand against the bell, trying to get someone’s attention.

“Hang on. I’ll be right there,” Cody’s voice trailed to me from somewhere down the hallway.

I side stepped until I faced the office down the corridor. “Cody!”

“Is that you Kayli?” he emerged from the office, standing just outside the door, his arm half stuffed in a sports jacket but he stopped when he saw me. “Just you?”

“Yeah. Have you seen Wil?”

He shook his head and shrugged off the jacket again. “Hey, I was going to tell you. One of the business suites opened up. For a few hundred dollars more, we could put you guys in there. It’ll give you more room for the three of you.”

I shook my head. “Not now,” I said, not wanting the sales pitch. “I just need to find Wil.”

“Haven’t seen him in a few days,” he said. “Not since I last saw you.”

That struck me. “Did you tell him about the rent being paid?”

“I left a note under the door.”

My body stiffened. Realization cut through me like a cold knife against my bones. I started off back toward the lobby.

“Kayli?” he called.

I didn’t stop. I marched through the glass doors and let it slam back behind me. I jogged toward the stairs. I thought I heard a cat call but I didn’t stop even to flip a middle finger. My mind whirled, in a panic.

I came back to 221B and had to stop, knocking again, this time short and with fury.

The woman answered again, blinking at me. “Find him?”

“No,” I said, unable to hide the note of fear in my voice. I nudged her aside and then caught the two pieces of paper behind the door again. I stopped, picking them up. One was from Cody, a note to Wil, just like he’d said. It was still folded, like no one had read it.

The other was mine. My eyes looked over the words I had written. There was a small note at the bottom in another handwriting. For a moment, my heart raced, thinking it was Wil leaving a note back for me.

She’s with her boyfriend. She’s fine. - R

I rolled my eyes. Raven. I didn’t have time to comprehend his reasoning now.

I looked up, and then scanned the room again, putting the pieces together. Did Wil miss the notes? Was he out looking for me?

I scanned the room, looking for any sign of him. Some of his textbooks sat on the floor in a neat stack beside the bed. A couple of pieces of clothing were by the entertainment unit, old socks and a pair of shorts. I checked the drawer where he normally kept his clean clothes and other items.

It was empty.

I checked the others, ripping them open. In a mad search, I sought out any sign of him. He had to have come back. He had to.

I spun.

“Is there a phone number?” the woman asked, hovering back as if sensing my panic. “What can I do?”

“I don’t know,” I said. Did he see I wasn’t here and then go to stay with a friend? I had no way to reach him if he did.

And then my eyes dipped toward the kitchen. A doughnut sat on the counter, on a napkin. It was the same place I’d seen it last. It was the last time I saw him.

And then I knew. My heart stopped. My breathing slowed to a crawl, even though I desperately needed air right then. I knew, and I don’t know how I knew, but I was sure. If he had come home that night, the first night I was gone, he would have gotten there before I normally would have returned from work. He would have eaten that doughnut. He would have known I left it for him.

No. I felt it. It was why Axel and Kevin never saw him. It was why I felt uncomfortable when they said the neighbors claimed they’d seen him around but weren’t sure where he was exactly. They didn’t know. They had no clue.

Wil was missing.

And I was the last one to see him.

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M
arc stood in the middle of his apartment, looking down at the coffee table. His arms crossed over his chest. His friends were sitting on the couch, their eyes glued to Axel.

Despite standing in his own apartment, Marc was a million miles away. His fingers traced over his phone. The ringer was on at the loudest setting and it was on vibrate. He had Corey switch the number on the phone Kayli had to a straight up emergency signal. There was no way he’d miss a call from her. It had made him all too nervous to be sending her back to Jack. He wanted to follow her, but Axel, once he learned she’d left, had told him to stay. She’d be back. If he chased after her every time, she’d stay away longer.

Marc knew that. He’d been the same way with Axel. It was just hard for him to accept this. Once he had changed his mind for good, and settled into just staying with his new friends, everything had changed. The weight on his shoulders disappeared. He’d found a second family with his Academy team.

Before he had found him, years ago, Marc had thought he would forever be trapped inside his old gang. The gang had taken him in when he was young, and brought him up, but they’d fed him drugs and laughed when Marc did stupid things under the influence. They forced him to be the underdog, and when he worked his way up in the ranks, he grew to hate himself and the things they did, until he couldn’t feel anything anymore.

It wasn’t until Marc worked beside Axel and the others that he realized the truth. Axel and this Academy family were completely different. The gang he’d been involved in controlled him through threats on his life. Axel and the Academy weren’t like that.

Axel sat on the coffee table now. His face was stern. Marc recognized this look. Whenever one of his team members was out on some dangerous assignment, he wore this expression. Since all of the team members were here and accounted for, he knew that face was now for Kayli.

Axel coughed to get their attention. “The Academy is unhappy with what we’ve done. First the camera was stolen, which we were able to get back, but there’s no telling how much information Mr. Fitzgerald got out of it and possibly could have shared with Coaltar. And now we’ve shown ourselves to not only Coaltar and his crew, but also to a member of the cartel. We’ve exposed ourselves.”

“Did you explain we weren’t in the lead? We were just following her?” Raven asked.

“It doesn’t seem to matter,” Axel said. “We still broke protocol. They understand and they sympathize, but they can’t allow members to be persuaded by an outside source to break the rules. We got lucky this time. They only docked us a few favors.”

“Should we appeal?” Brandon asked, frowning and sitting back.

“I don’t think we should fight this,” Axel said. “I think we’re getting off pretty lightly.” A small smile crept onto his face. “But when were we ever the type of group to follow the rules?”