The front
door opened behind me, and I spun on my heel, my hand instinctively going for
my gun. Sun blinded me briefly, and I could only see the outline of the person
entering, but as he stepped forward, the door closely slowly, blocking out the
rays, I recognized his face.
“Preston?”
My voice rose in shock. “What are you doing here?”
I shoved
back the part of me that reared to life at seeing him.
“I’m here
following a lead. I assume you’re here for the same reason.”
“Yes, but
no luck.”
His chin
jerked in Grant’s direction. “He not talking?”
I turned
back to the bartender. “I’ll be back with a warrant.” It wouldn’t be easy
securing one without probable cause, but I’d do my best. “Thank you for the
information. Here’s my card. If the name of that other bartender comes to you,
give me a call, will you?”
He took my
card with a nod. I made my way to the door, taking care with my footsteps,
unable to avoid walking past Preston.
“Agent
Roberts.”
We both
turned back at my name.
“I believe
Mr. King spends a lot of time at Monteverde over on Madison.”
I nodded in
appreciation and stepped out into the cold, ignoring the man hot on my heels.
“So, is
that where we’re going next?”
Turning on
my heel, I glared at Preston, who stood grinning like he was having a great
time. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“Why not?”
I sputtered
at the question. “Because. This is official federal agency business, and you’re
a civilian. That’s why.”
He scoffed.
“I’m a private investigator who’s…investigating. I came here looking for information
on Rapture, which, I’m pretty sure, is why you came here. Now we get to
take a field trip.”
I sighed in
frustration. He wasn’t getting it. “There is no ‘we’. I keep telling you this,
but you’re not listening.”
He stepped
right into my personal space, his chest nearly brushing mine. Instant heat
spread through me. My breath caught as he reached up and cupped my cheek. Hazel
eyes bore into mine. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but there is most
definitely a we, Landon.”
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