“I don’t remember who shot me per se, but I recall who I was in the car with before it happened.”
“And you’re sure it’s someone you know? I mean, it wasn’t an accident?”
“That’s what I need to find out.” I don’t tell her there was little chance of it being an accident. The fact that I was sent with Luka to take out Anton and Savannah makes it an unlikely scenario.
“Did they say where he is?”
She’s full of questions this evening. “A small town in Montana.” I open the bathroom door and head back toward the kitchen to clean up the shards of glass before anyone else gets hurt.
Sadie is right on my heel. “And you’re going to visit him?” There’s a hint of fear in her tone. She doesn’t know what it’s like to be afraid, have your life on the line, or be at the edge of death.
“That’s the plan,” I say. Bent over in the kitchen, I clean up the broken glass, one shard at a time, careful not to cut myself. After I’ve gotten every piece I can visibly see, I’m still not confident it’s safe. “Do you have a vacuum I can use to make sure I didn’t miss any tiny slivers?”
“Of course,” Sadie says. She hurries off down the hallway and retrieves the vacuum. I’m grateful it’s a bagged vacuum to circumvent any further injuries.
I vacuum the kitchen floor, ensuring it’s safe enough for Kona to walk on or lick. After we’re both satisfied it’s fine, Sadie lets Kona out of the bedroom.
“Where does the vacuum go?” I ask.
There’s a smirk on her face as she eyes me up and down. “I’ll put it away later. Just leave it in the corner against the wall,” she says. “Allie, did you feed Kona?”
The teen groans and then scurries off to feed the puppy before taking her for a walk.
“Are you sure she’s all right out there alone?”
I couldn’t imagine letting my thirteen-year-old out at night alone if I had a kid. Although it’s not an unsafe neighborhood, I can’t help but worry about her, especially since Sadie works for the Italians.
“She’s fine,” Sadie says, and then shifts uncomfortably on her feet. She’s second-guessing her decision. “Should I be worried?”
“How about I keep an eye on the two of them?” I suggest. “You can get dessert ready.”
I head for the front door and slip on my shoes.
“How do you suppose that I get it ready?” Sadie asks.
“You could bring it into the bedroom.” I head out the front door before catching her reply.
ELEVEN
Sadie
I let Dmitri whisk me away on his private jet, although it’s far less romantic than it sounds. We stop in Nova Scotia to drop Allie off for the week while we head to Breckenridge to investigate what happened the day Dmitri was shot.
It sounds dangerous, and I’m grateful that Allie is safe with her aunt and cousin while we take a detour to Montana.
A detour that is technically in the opposite direction.
I owe Dmitri big time for having us drop Allie off with family. She’s happy to spend time with Olivia, and I’m grateful for some time away from home.
I can’t fathom how Dmitri could pay for a private jet, but it was clear that he didn’t own it and had to borrow it from his boss. Is that the man who owns the strip club?
Damn, the pay must be nice for a private jet, even if he’s only part owner. It’s still rather impressive.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Dmitri says as we come in for a landing.
“I don’t like flying,” I say. However, the worst is usually my nerves with getting through airport security, worrying about missing my flight, or long delays on the tarmac.
I could get used to flying private, not that I can afford it.