Thieves Like Us (29 page)

“Or getting yourself killed.”

“Not likely.”

“I’m not willing to take that chance.” His voice was hard and unequivocal.

She wasn’t going to win this argument. “Fine,” she ground out, as if conceding to being locked away. “We won’t see each other.”

Saying it out loud made it suddenly real. The anger drained away, leaving her feeling hollow. A couple hours ago his lovemaking had warmed both her body and her soul, making her think maybe she wasn’t irreparably damaged from her sick relationship with Banner.

“I’ll miss you,” she admitted, the tightness in her throat making it barely more than a whisper. Before she could get too emotional about it, she turned to leave.

He grabbed her arm, spinning her back so close she felt the heat of his body and had to tip her head back to meet his gaze.

“Nothing’s changed between us.” His words vibrated into her, deep and strong. “Not the way I feel about you and not what we have together.” His gaze burned into her for several seconds before his mouth came down over hers in a searing kiss that took her breath away. She clung to his shoulders until he pulled back, leaving her staring and confused.

He ran a gentle hand over her cheek. “Good night.”

She swallowed. “ ’Night.” Slowly this time, she turned to unlock the massive front door and slipped inside without looking back.

She leaned against the closed door. She had seriously underestimated Rocky when she’d thought she could have a safe, easy relationship with him. Whatever they had—and she wasn’t ready to use the scary “L” word—was too powerful to be casual.

And too incredible to be put on hold. If he thought she would agree to that, then he’d underestimated her, too.

Not seeing Rocky until the remaining Pellinni Jewels and the diamonds were found wasn’t going to work. There was only one solution—she’d just have to find them herself. And quickly.

R
ocky wasn’t happy with his decision, but at least Janet would be safe. That was all that mattered. All that
should
matter, anyway. The ache in the center of his heart mattered, and that would take a long time to get used to. He missed her already. He drove home, trying to keep his mind on traffic and only partially succeeding. He couldn’t get her stricken look—or the anger beneath it—out of his mind. He hoped like hell it wouldn’t take long to track down the jewels and diamonds.

He would find the jewels, but his priority was getting the criminals off her back. It was no less important to him than when he’d given up three years of his life to track down his grandparents’ stolen heirlooms. With one exception—their lives hadn’t been in danger if he failed.

The Colombians would only be patient for so long before they came for revenge. Drug dealers weren’t the forgiving sort. Neither was the thief who was after the Pellinni Jewels. He was already desperate enough to kill Sleazy. It was damned inconvenient, too, since Sleazy was the only tie they’d had to the stolen jewels. No one else knew anything except Banner, who would rather see Janet die than give her information.

Finding the diamonds might not even be possible— they were untraceable and easily converted into cash. The Pellinni Jewels would be easier to find, if someone were dumb enough to brag about having them. But who would advertise the purchase of the hottest cache of jewelry to hit the black market in years? The thief might as well call up the FBI and surrender. Or hold an auction, since every thief in the world would be targeting him, waiting for their chance to—

The idea hit Rocky with such force that he missed the light change to red and nearly rear-ended the guy in front of him. As soon as it turned green, he pulled his Lexus into a deserted strip mall, letting his pulse return to normal while his mind created a plan.

It would be dangerous. It would mean taking another dip into the local underworld cesspool of thieves and killers. It would mean dealing with Vasili and the Russian Mafia.

But it just might work.

Vasili raised one bushy eyebrow high enough to make it disappear under the wild tangle of hair at his forehead. “You want me play trick on customers? You crazy man.” He leaned over the glass countertop, staring into Rocky’s eyes. “I run business. You want ruin my reputation? I work hard, earn respect.”

There was no way Rocky would tell a member of the Russian Mafia that he was full of shit, even if he was.

“Your reputation won’t be ruined.” How do you ruin a reputation as a brutal, conniving mob boss? It’s not like Rocky was asking him to buy Girl Scout cookies. “In fact, it might be improved. You’d be the envy of every other”—he searched for a polite euphemism for Vasili’s particular criminal activities—“dealer in used jewelry. Who wouldn’t want to host a bidding war on the Pellinni Jewels? How often do you get an opportunity like that?”

“Never. Is not my business.” The Russian straightened, crossing his burly arms across his chest. “I buy jewelry. I export jewelry. Simple. What you think this is, Sotheby’s? You think I sell to highest bidder?
Pfft.
You know better.” Vasili’s scowl said Rocky should at any rate. “Someone want buy from me, they pay my price. No auction.” He made a cutting motion with the side of his hand, a visual aid more convincing than his blunt words. “No deal. Bad what you call it— example?”

“Bad precedent?”

“Precedent.” He thrust a finger at Rocky. “Right.”

He’d known Vasili wouldn’t like the idea, but it was the only way Rocky could think to draw out the thief who had trashed Janet’s place. As much as he wanted to believe the guy wouldn’t hurt her, he knew it wasn’t true. This guy had already killed once looking for the Pellinni Jewels. He would do it again.

“It wouldn’t be an auction, Vasili. You’d just pretend it was in order to lure the guy in. It’s like a sting. You put out the word that you have the rest of the Pellinni Jewels and that you’ll make them available for the right price. He’ll contact you.”

Vasili snorted. “Him and ten others.”

“No, I don’t think so. Most of them don’t want something they might have to hold onto for a long time before they find the right buyer. I wouldn’t have. They want a fast turnaround, the faster the better.” He was telling Vasili what he already knew, but he needed to be persuaded. “But one guy out there will be interested, because he already has a buyer. I figure it’s the person they were stolen from in the first place, but it doesn’t matter who, it only matters that someone wants to get their hands on the rest of the Pellinni Jewels.”

“And if he comes here, so what? I got no jewels.”

“If he comes here, he’s mine.” Rocky wasn’t sure what he would do with the thief, but it would probably include some persuasive martial arts. He couldn’t involve the police or FBI in their sting, and not just because Vasili would have him sliced and diced and lost at sea. Their mark wouldn’t be breaking any laws; expressing an interest in stolen jewelry wasn’t a crime.

Vasili looked intrigued with his answer. “You want beat crap out of this guy?”

“Yes.” That, and give his name to Ben and the FBI. A little unofficial harassment couldn’t hurt.

“Sounds personal.”

“It is.”

“Huh.” Angling his head, he contemplated Rocky before speaking. “I heard about guy at Treasures store.” Another lift of his bushy eyebrow. “Shot dead.”

“Yeah, I know. I found him.”

“Yeah?” His interest rose. “That personal, too? You do him?”

“Hell no!”

Vasili gave a dismissive snort. “No loss to human race if you did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Okay, I believe you.” He patted Rocky’s cheek as if he were a small child. “You good boy now, eh? Obey laws?”

“Absolutely.” Especially the ones about murder, which he’d never considered breaking. Maybe Vasili couldn’t conceive of refraining from killing someone simply because it was illegal.

“So who did him?”

Rocky shrugged. “Whoever wants the rest of the jewels. The same guy I expect will contact you if you put out the word that you have them.”

“So I should try get murdering, scum-sucking bastard to come here? This is your great plan?”

He gave him a hard look. “Why not? This guy murdered a fence.”

“Like I said, no big loss.”

“You don’t want to know who he is?”

Vasili shrugged. “Why I care? He knocks off my competition. Plus I got plenty protection. No one stupid enough to try kill me.”

No one without a death wish, which was why Rocky needed to arouse the Russian’s pride. “So this guy looking for the jewels gets to decide who lives and dies? I don’t know . . . seems bad for business, Vasili. Intruding on your turf, deciding he can eliminate someone if he wants to.” He shrugged. “Sets a bad precedent.”

Vasili squinted at him over his fat cheeks, his eyes calculating pools of darkness amid acne-scarred skin. Rocky tried to look unconcerned.

“You do this because of girl, eh?”

Where’d that come from?
“Like I told you last time, she’s a friend and she got dragged into this.”

“More than friend, maybe?”

Vasili’s hard look said this was important, although Rocky couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. Either way, he preferred to keep Janet out of it—and far away from anything to do with Vasili. “Maybe.”

“Maybe you got hots for this girl, eh? Got it bad.”

The crudeness of it irritated him, making him respond a little too abruptly. “Hey, what do you care? That’s my concern, not yours.”

He expected to see Vasili’s eyes go cold, ruining his only chance to lure the man who was after Janet into the open. Instead, Rocky was startled by a burst of laughter.

“Yes! I am right!” Vasili grinned, his caterpillar eyebrows wiggling up and down. “Girl is special, eh? She have you by balls.” He reached over the counter to slug Rocky’s shoulder with a beefy paw. “Admit it.”

Rocky sighed, knowing he was backed into a corner. “I love her, okay? I admit it. Does that make a difference?” It sounded belligerent, even to his own ears. He must be out of his mind, allowing his frustration to get the better of him around Vasili. The man could make people disappear forever—
had
made them disappear— just because he didn’t like what they said. If Rocky didn’t get a grip, he’d be of no help to Janet at all.

“Yes. Makes difference,” Vasili intoned, suddenly serious. “You take risk, try to catch criminal, because you love this girl. Makes very big difference.”

Rocky rubbed at the spot on his temple that seemed to be the source of a perpetual throbbing pain lately. “Look Vasili, I swear my judgment hasn’t been compromised. Just because—”

“I do it.”

He paused, unsure he’d heard correctly. “You will?”

“I help you by doing sting. We trick thief into coming here to buy Pellinni Jewels. That what you want, yes?”

“Yes. But . . . why?”

Vasili’s heavy hand landed on Rocky’s shoulder, drawing him closer to the counter. “Rocky, I tell you important truth. Russians very romantic people. Money, jewels, power . . . all good. Very good. But nothing without love, eh?” The hand lifted from his shoulder, then pounded him in a friendly slug. “You must have Russian blood, my friend. You take big risk for love.”

Rocky would do whatever it took to keep Janet safe. Risk hardly factored into it.

“Just promise Vasili one thing.”

“Uh, sure. What is it?”

“I meet this girl who wins heart of my friend. You bring her here after.”

Rocky didn’t like the idea, but if Vasili would help him catch the asshole, how could he say no? He didn’t have a choice. “Sure. You can meet her.” For a quick hello. God help him if Ben and Elizabeth ever found out.

Vasili beamed. “Good.” He added a nod and a sly smile. “She is beautiful, yes?”

“Yes.” Rocky smiled back.

“Sexy?”

The smile slipped. “Yes.”

Vasili was looking at the ceiling, deep in thought, and didn’t notice Rocky’s discomfort. “Long blonde hair?”

“No. Short and brown.”

He clicked his tongue. “Too bad.”

“Works for me.”

Vasili’s sudden laugh nearly made Rocky jump. “That’s all that matters, yes?” Another punch landed on his bruised shoulder. “Yes,” Vasili answered his own question. “Now. We talk details. You tell to me what you need. We catch little fucker and teach him lesson, so I can meet your girl.”

Rocky exhaled, releasing the tension that had built up. “Yes, first we catch him. Then—” heaven help him “—you meet her.”

He sincerely hoped Janet was speaking to him by then.

The Westfield mansion was huge—twenty-two rooms by Janet’s count, not including bathrooms. Janet had torn apart each one today. Just like in her previous searches, she found no trace of Banner’s diamonds. There had to be someplace she hadn’t looked.

She was allowed to go wherever she wanted around the house and yard, but everyone got twitchy whenever she went outside. She could almost hear red alert sirens as the two security guards suddenly popped out of the bushes, keeping a vigilant eye on the perimeter while she batted tennis balls or swam. It was easier on everyone if she stayed indoors.

She had no idea where else to look, though. Frustrated, she’d asked to go back to her condo, if only to clean the place up, but Ben had uttered such a forceful “No!” she didn’t press the issue. There was already enough tension in the house when it came to him.