He smirked and karate chopped me in the corner of my neck and shoulder, causing me to cringe. "Shut up."
I grunted, running my fingers through my hair to get it out of my eyes. “Can’t we just get this over with so I can say no and go home?”
“Almost there,” Marc said.
Marc pulled into a parking lot of a tall, dull brick building on the southern edge of the Charleston peninsula, really close to the river and the bay. I’d been by the place a few times, but never really took a good look at it. It appeared to be an office tower, so it wasn’t interesting to me before. “What’s this? Is this where you work?”
“This is home,” he said. “Welcome to the Sergeant Jasper.”
“It’s an apartment building?” I asked. It appeared so plain from the highway. Weren’t apartments a little nicer looking? Like with gardens and fountains? Or at least a brick front office with a sign out front that told people what it was?
“Go Detective Kaylie,” Raven said. He opened the door, unfolding himself to step out. I followed. He grabbed the gold box that was on the floor. “What’s this?”
Before I could answer, he had the box open and picked out a piece of truffle. He sniffed it, and took a bite. “Not bad,” he said, licking his lips.
“Hey,” I said. “Save me one.”
“Kto ne uspel - tot opozdal,” he said.
“Huh?”
“You snooze, you lose,” Marc said. “Give her the box, Raven.”
“Don’t worry. I’m just carrying it for her. It’s not my type. I prefer a steak.” He smirked as he passed by me. “Or a nice bite of a good-looking bird.”
I waited until he had turned around before I gulped.
I let the guys walk ahead of me. I could smell the ocean breeze from where we were. Part of the bridge that crossed the Ashley River and headed to John’s Island stuck out in the horizon. I guessed that people on the upper floors could possibly see more of the bay and a good portion of the water. I sensed the water was just beyond where I could see.
I’d have given up my left eyeball to live in such a place. This close to the islands and downtown? With a view of the water? Sign me up.
I followed the guys to the lobby, where a security guard was perched at a desk. She glanced up, nodded quickly, smiled at the two boys, and shared the same smile with me. I pretended to be dazzled by a painting on the wall and avoided eye contact. Felt bad about it after. It was an instinctual reaction to anyone wearing a security uniform.
At the elevator, Raven smacked the buttons and the boys loaded in. I stepped in beside them. Raven held open the door as a couple of guys I didn’t recognize hurried down the hallway and got in.
“What floor?” Marc asked.
“Eleven,” one of the guys said. Marc punched the button, but the guy kept his head turned, looking at me. “Haven’t seen you before. You new?”
I felt an arm sliding around my shoulders. Marc leaned in on me, tilting his head toward mine. His hand squeezed my arm, tucking me into his body. “She’s just visiting.”
Disappointment crept across the guy’s face, but he nodded and turned to stare at the doors.
What a jerk! He didn’t give me a chance to talk myself. As if I needed help letting a guy down. I elbowed Marc in the gut. Marc made a noise that sounded like a smothered groan and eased his arm from around me, but still hung on loosely around my shoulders.
We got off on floor seven. When the elevator doors closed behind us, I pulled away from Marc and got some distance between us. “What was that for?” I asked.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he said, starting down the hallway. “I just didn’t want you distracted.”
“I can tell a guy no. Or not. Maybe I wanted his phone number.”
“You wouldn’t have asked.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s not your type.”
“How would you know my type?”
Raven pressed his palm against his forehead. “God. You guys sound like you’re already married. This is going to be a disaster.”
“Shut up,” Marc and I said in unison. I glared at him. And he had the audacity to stare right back, smiling like he was enjoying this!
Marc paused in front of Apartment 737. The door was unlocked and he and Raven walked in.
There was a small living area, with a hallway on the left and right The dining nook had several desks around the wall and a couple of computers on top of each. There was a tiny kitchen, with a dingy electric stove, and a worn fridge. For the rest of the apartment, the walls were a hideous off-white and the floors were wall-to-wall with an old beige carpet that was maybe white once. There was a large brown faux leather couch that took up most of the living room, facing a large flat-screen television.
The space also had a heavy smell of coffee and sweetness. I could have mistaken the place for a coffee shop, it was that strong. It made it difficult to ignore, and my stomach wanted to growl.
The only window was high up, the sill above my chest. And took up all of the upper level of the apartment wall on that side. There were vertical blinds that were closed, but there was bright sunlight seeping in between the slats.
I wedged myself between Raven and Marc to cross to the living room. I wanted to snoop. Their fault. They let me in.
“Yeah, sure,” Raven said. He planted the gold box on top of the kitchen counter. “Make yourself at home.”
There was an old wall style heating unit, much like the ones at the hotel. I planted a boot on the top of it, using my palms on the wall to balance myself as I climbed up. It might have been rude, but they were the ones kidnapping me; I felt I could at least poke around where I wanted.
I felt the chill of the wall against my thighs as I leaned against it and inched my way up until I was high enough that I could see out the window and look down.
“Hey,” Raven called.
“Let her look,” Marc said.
“She’s going to break that thing. Or break her head.”
I tried pulling the slats out of the way, but they were the sort that were tied down on both the top and bottom. I glanced around, and found a control pulley that adjusted it. I jumped down off of the heater, grabbed the rope and yanked as hard as I could.
The slats opened up, sliding all the way over. I climbed again, pulling myself up on my elbows on the window ledge to look out.
The view was incredible. At my hotel room, the best I got was the parking lot and an abandoned building that was busted up. This apartment had a view of the water. The edge of John’s Island and homes built up next to the river stood out in the distance. The water lapped and swayed with the current.
Jealousy swept through me. I wanted this.
Raven materialized next to me. He scanned the view and then stretched to look down. “The bridge kind of ruins the view.”
“Have you seen it at night? It looks kind of cool,” Marc said. He came over, standing underneath where I was. “Scoot over, Bambi.”
“Nu uh.”
“I want to see.” He grabbed hold of my arm, using it to help pull himself up onto the heater with us.
We stood together, looking out across the water. “You mean you guys live here and haven’t looked out the window?” I asked.
“If I wanted to go see the fucking water,” Raven said, “I’d go outside. It’s right there.”
“The view’s not bad though,” Marc said. “Too bad the window is so high.”
“What about other apartment buildings?” I asked. It shouldn’t have been important to me right then, but now that I was here, and could see this, I really wanted to daydream about one day managing to afford a place like this. I’d lived in a lot of cruddy places. Once I got rid of Jack, and I didn’t have to worry about Wil, I wanted something close to the water. A girl could dream, right? “Do they have a better view? Or at least lower windows?”
“This is the only one on the peninsula,” Marc said. “At least the only apartment tower. The other apartments a
re closer to the college. Or the downtown carriage houses.”
“Do you guys go to the college?”
They both laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Long story,” Raven said. He dropped down and then snagged me around the waist, dragging me down to the floor until I was standing. “Get off that thing before you break your ass.”
“Ugh.” I slapped him hard on the arm, right on one of his rose tattoos. “Stop telling me what to do.”