Midnight Sins (Midnight #2)(52)
Author: Cynthia Eden

She pressed a kiss against his chest. Right over his heart. “But what about your father?”

He’d been furious with him. “He didn’t have to die, Cara. There were so many other options for him, he didn’t have to die. ”

“Maybe he thought he did.”

“Well, he was damn well wrong.” He’d taken the coward’s way out. The easy way.

“He might have thought that he’d failed you, your mother. A man who’d spent his life protecting others would have a hard time facing the fact that he’d failed to protect the ones who’d mattered the most.”

Yeah, the shrinks had all said something like that. They’d told him that his father had been disturbed, pushed past his reason by the murder of his wife.

But the simple truth was that his dad had chosen to put that gun into his mouth.

And chosen to leave the world and his son behind.

He hadn’t forgiven him for that, not yet.

Not deep inside.

“You hate him, don’t you?” Again, no censure. No judgment of any kind. Just a quiet question and those eyes, watching him.

“For a long time, I did. I’m still mad as hell at him for what he did, but—” The truth? “It takes too much energy to hate. I wish he’d been different. I wish I’d been different, but hating a dead man isn’t going to make my life any better.”

“Will blaming him?”

The direct question made him flinch. Suddenly, part of him wanted to jump from the bed, to put distance between them. And another part wanted to hold her as tight as he could. “It helps me to sleep at night, baby.”

“No, I don’t think it does.” Now she kissed him on the mouth. Not a passionate kiss. Her lips were closed, the touch brief, but soothing. “Nothing makes death easier to bear. Nothing.” There was a knowledge in her voice. A pain that hinted at her own loss.

He brushed back her hair, and wondered what had caused the sadness he felt in her. A sadness that more than matched his own.

He wanted to ask her. Had begun telling her about his father because he’d wanted her to learn to trust him—as he was learning to trust her.

But now wasn’t the time to push her, he knew that. And perhaps he’d already revealed too much about himself, too soon.

“If you blamed him, then why did you become a cop?”

He would tell her this. “Because I needed to prove him wrong.” He’d also wanted to save others, as he hadn’t been able to save his mother. But he didn’t tell her that.

“How?”

“You don’t have to give up your humanity to be a good cop. You can fight killers, mon—” He broke off, uncomfortable with that particular word choice. “Evil without becoming evil yourself.”

“And trying to make up for your mother’s death? That has nothing to do with it, hmmm?”

Insightful demon.

Smart woman. “Yeah, it does.” He tightened his arms around her. The past weighed too heavily on him. He’d opened the door, but too much had spilled through. “Enough of this talk, Cara. It’s late, you’re here, I’m here, and the dead, they’re buried now.”

“Sometimes they don’t stay buried.” Whispered words.

“What?”

She shook her head and brushed her lips against his once more. “Nothing.” Her arms wrapped around him, held him tight.

For the first time in years, Todd almost felt at peace.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled her sweet scent.

Susan Dobbs paced in front of the phone booth. She was nervous as hell, but the call had to be made.

She’d driven hard and fast to get out of the city. He had too many friends, spies, in Atlanta, and she’d been afraid one of them would see her making the call. Hell, she’d even thought about buying one of those cheap, disposable cell phones, but she’d stopped at two stores and hadn’t been able to find any in stock.

Just her f**king bad luck.

But it didn’t matter—this way was better, anyway. Dozens of people used this phone every day, so the call would never be traced back to her. Besides, once she made the call, she’d keep driving straight down that long, dark road, and no one in Atlanta would ever see her ass again.

Her palms were sweating and her heart pounded so hard that her chest hurt.

He didn’t know what she’d done. The last attack hadn’t been part of their original plan. When he found out, Susan knew the guy was going to be f**king furious.

But damn it, when was she supposed to ever have any fun?

Taking a breath, Susan reached for the phone. A lock of blond hair fell over her eye, and she shoved it out of the way with her left hand.

Then she dialed the cop’s number, a number she’d memorized days before.

Chapter 12

The shrill cry of the phone ripped Todd from his sleep. He muttered, cursed, and tried to reach for the nightstand. Cara was on top of him, her body completely limp, so the phone rang four times before he finally managed to snag it.

“What?” Jesus, the light on the bedside clock said 4:15 A.M . If McNeal was calling him again—

“They lied to you.” A woman’s voice. High. Thready with what could have been fear.

A burst of adrenaline brought him to instant wakefulness. “Who is this?”

Cara, who was now partially on her side, tensed.

“They lied to you,” the woman repeated. “He made them lie.”

“Look, lady, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about and it’s too damn late for prank calls—”

“Your demon wasn’t at Paradise Found like she told you. The waitresses, they lied. So did the bartender. She slipped away, and they know she did.” The words came out in a tumbling rush.

Anger began to fuel his heart. “How the hell do you know that?”

“Because he made them lie. Just like he tried to make me.”

“Who are you talking about?” But he already knew.

“Niol.” A fearful whisper of sound.

“You got proof of that?” Cara was completely silent next to him, and he knew that she could hear the whole damn conversation.

“He’s a demon, just like she is. Demons lie. They deceive.”

“Who are you?” He asked again, but he knew the caller wasn’t about to reveal her identity.

“I’m a woman who is tired of living with evil. The killings have to stop.” A pause. “She has to be stopped. Don’t let her trick you.