White Lies (A Twisted Fate Series) (Volume 1) (6 page)

We were at the airport. I’d been an emotional wreck on the inside all morning but forced myself to be calm on the outside. The love of my life was leaving to head back to base. Within forty-eight hours, Alex would deploy. There was a chance I wouldn’t hear from him again until he arrived at the base overseas. He explained that at times I might go weeks without hearing from him. Weeks. And when I did hear from him, it would probably only be through e-mail.

How was I going to survive going that long not knowing if he was okay?

“Sweetheart, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

I laid my head against his chest. “I know you do. I’m trying not to be upset.”

Fingers came up underneath my chin, and I looked into those gorgeous green eyes I’d become addicted to over the last few weeks. “Willow, I will come back for you. I’ll make you my wife. We’ll have a little girl and a little boy. That will be my perfect world.”

A tear streaked down my face. “I want that, too.”

He pulled out a picture from his bag. It was of me smiling up at him. This morning, when we were getting ready, I’d put on lipstick and put a big kiss in the corner of it. “I’ll keep this close to me all the time. Even if you don’t hear from me, I’ll be thinking of you. I love you, Willow.”

“I love you, too. I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll wait forever.”

“You won’t have to.”

Thirty minutes passed while I was lost in similar memories before the officer from the front desk approached me. She grinned, which hopefully meant good news for me. “Ms. Russo, Commander Taylor is on his way up to meet with you.”

“Oh, thank you. Perfect.”

Sweat coated my palms as nerves settled over me. I wasn’t sure what I should or shouldn’t say. I noticed a gentleman reading a paper in the far corner and glancing my way every few minutes. Where had he come from? It was as if he materialized out of thin air. I kept looking at him, unable to look away, willing him to glance my way again. He stayed intent on reading the paper.

The officer cleared her throat, breaking my focus. I threw away my almost-full cup of coffee. It had only set my nerves more on edge.

As I grabbed my purse, the man caught my attention again. His gaze lingered longer than necessary. I was the only one in the area for him to be staring at. He was older, wearing a golfer’s hat. Large glasses covered his face.

Again, his stare met mine and held for a few seconds before he looked away. Chills ran down my back. I wasn’t sure why or what they meant. Was I being paranoid as Alex’s warnings bounced around in my head?

One night, about two months after getting married and right before he left on an undercover assignment, Alex had said, “Willow, if they find out I’m an undercover cop, they could come for you. Be careful. Don’t tell anyone we’re married.
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I’d packed my bags and stayed with Nonno for a week. I barely slept a wink until I got my fear under control. Then I decided he was probably being an asshole. But on the off chance, I’d remained cautious. What if there was some truth to what he said?

After leaving the military, Alex entered a self-destruct mode, which was common with PTSD. Nothing I said convinced him to stop. What if he had told someone about me?

“Ms. Russo?”

I turned to see the man I remembered meeting in the lobby. “Commander Taylor, thank you for seeing me. I hoped—”

“Let’s go to my office to talk.” His shortness caught me off guard. Had I done something wrong? My husband just died, and I had zero answers. I thought coming down here face to face was better than calling. To me it seemed normal for the wife of a murdered officer to come to the police station. Phone calls had the possibility of being taped.

Nodding, I followed the broad-shouldered man with the crew cut. His strides were heavy and his posture was unfriendly, which only heightened my anxiety. His fists were clenched at his sides, adding hostility to the air.

At the end of the hall, I was ushered into an office. Quickly, I glanced around. At the back was a bookshelf filled with awards and golfing trophies. In front, was a huge desk that made the room feel smaller and intimidating—like the commander.

Without a word, Commander Taylor sat behind his desk. His brown eyes grew colder. “Why the fuck are you here? Have you come to carry on your late husband’s vendetta?”

What. The. Hell?

Vendetta?

Carry on?

This was bad. My spine shot ramrod straight as adrenaline pumped through my veins.

Taking a few steps back, my fingers wrapped around the door knob as my heart escalated. I worked to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. The air became thick. I took a deep breath. It was time to leave. “I-I-I came to talk about Alex’s murder.” I took a steadying breath before I continued. “I wanted to know if he was undercover when he died. And if you could tell me anything to help explain what happened. I don’t know anything about a vendetta. This was a mistake coming here today.”

This was not how I imagined coming here would be. I thought, at worst, he would give me the brush off.

Maybe having Carson with me would have been for the best. I’d flung the door open when I heard, “Wait, Ms. Russo. Please.” Slowly, I turned to see some of the ice had left the man’s eyes. “Will you close the door?”

The door clicked shut, but my hand remained on the knob. I wanted to be able to escape quickly if I needed to. My instincts told me to stay, while my head said to leave.

Silence permeated the room.

“Are you playing a game?” His menacing tone rankled me.

My mouth dropped open. Was he testing me? Before I left, I wanted to put this man in his place as all the suffocating emotions made their way to the surface.

I practically spit as I said, “How dare you ask me that! I came here for answers. This isn’t a game. I just lost my husband!”

My shouting startled me quiet. I took a deep breath and focused on the cream-colored walls before I met the commander’s eyes again. “I’m sorry. I’m not a yeller. I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about with vendettas and games. All I want is some answers. Alex was with me the night before. Then he was gone. I know being undercover is dangerous. But as his wife, I thought I would be given a little more than ‘the case is still open’ and when his remains will be sent to the crematory.”

A tear tracked down my face as I continued. “I know it’s against protocol to come in. Alex repeatedly warned me against it. I get it, but I need something more. Anything. I loved him.”

The commander stood, and I backed against the door, twisting the knob. With his hands up, he sat back down. “Please have a seat. I’ll stay where I’m at. I understand why I’ve made you nervous.”

This was a complete change from his earlier demeanor. He was softer.

Tentatively, I took a few steps to one of the chairs in front of his desk, not trusting this sudden change.

“Ms. Russo, I don’t know how to say this. I hope you’re not lying about the games. But I don’t think you are.” He paused, and I stared at him, not knowing what to say. He continued, “Your husband, Gabriel Alexander Thompson, was not an undercover cop. He blackmailed me to give you the illusion that he was. I kept up the farce at all costs. I don’t know what he was involved in, but it wasn’t good. His record is nearly blank. Trust me; I tried to find something on the bastard.”

The blood drained from my face as the words registered. “Wh-what are you saying?”

This wasn’t happening. No way. I wanted to leave, pretend the commander was lying.

Alex was a lot of things, but I never thought of him as a liar.

He leaned forward. “I’ve been reading people for a while, and I can tell you had no idea.”

My only response was to shake my head.

Alex wasn’t an undercover cop.

He blackmailed someone.

He lied to me.

Wait, what if this man was for some reason lying? “Why was he blackmailing you?” Commander Taylor began to respond, but I interrupted him. “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”

Assessing me, the quietness settled over the room for a couple of minutes. “I made a mistake once at a club in Philadelphia. If it got out, it would ruin my personal life. Bastard set me up a little over six months ago.”

That happened right before we were married. I swallowed hard, still holding on to the chance he was wrong or lying. I wasn’t sure what to say when he offered, “I have a recording of a conversation I had with Alex. Do you want to hear it?”

My insides shook with fear as the lies engulfed me. This was beyond anything I’d thought possible. I was scared to reveal the truth of the white lies. Betrayal sliced through me bone deep. How was I so stupid not to see the depth of his deceit?

By the seriousness of his face, I knew the commander was about to prove he told the truth.

Alex had lied to me.

Tears pricked the back of my eyes as my vision blurred. My heart ached. Barely above a whisper, I answered, “Yes.”

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n a fog, I left the precinct and stopped for a second as the sun’s rays hit my face. It helped bring warmth to my chilled state.

The conversation with Commander Taylor repeated in my head. The menace in Alex’s voice had been unmistakable. I hadn’t known that version of Alex, even during the bad times.

Commander Taylor had told the truth. I shivered as the memory replayed.

Alex’s voice came over the phone recording. “Are you prepared to sell it when you meet her at the precinct?”

A long pause ensued before Commander Taylor responded, “Yes, I will hold up my end of the bargain. Where is the tape?”

“Safe. Your wife will never know about Cocktails if you make sure Willow believes what we discussed. Understand?”

“Yes.”

The recording had abruptly stopped, potentially at a part that put Commander Taylor in a bad light.

Acid churned in my stomach.

Commander Taylor had obviously cheated on his wife. I made no comment regarding this as I left. All I said was I would be in touch with the crematory to get Alex’s remains and wished him well. What else was I supposed to do? I wanted Alex out of my life.