Maya Banks - Colters’ Gift

Lauren grinned. “That’s what I love most about you guys. Even when I’m wrong, you still take my side.”

Callie sniffed. “Colters are never wrong. Just ask my mother.”

They all laughed. Evie brought out Lily’s and Callie’s plates, and the two women began eating.

After a moment, Lauren reluctantly rose, knowing she needed to get back to her tables so Evie wasn’t stuck covering the whole diner.

“I’ll see you two later, okay?”

Callie and Lily both waved a fork at her, and Lauren headed back to her section of tables.

LAUREN knew something was wrong the moment Liam and Noah entered the diner at the end of her shift. She met them just a few feet inside the doorway, anxious as she surveyed their expressions.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Liam touched her elbow. “Are you finished?”

She hesitated. “I just need to go in back, put my apron up, collect tips and clock out.”

“Go on and get done,” Noah said. “We’ll wait for you here.”

She hurried away, dread tightening her chest. She hated the flutter of anxiety that bubbled in her stomach. What could possibly have happened in the short time they’d been gone?

She hastily untied her apron and threw it on the hook behind the kitchen door. Evie was already in the back counting out the totals, when Lauren hurried up.

“It was a good day, Lauren!” Evie exclaimed.

Lauren tried to smile. “I’m going to clock out, okay? Think you’ll be done by then?”

Evie frowned. “Is everything okay, hon?”

Lauren nodded. “Yeah, just need to go. I, uh, have plans. That’s all.”

Evie’s expression eased and her eyes gleamed. “Anything to do with those two hunky men who’ve been hanging around all day?”

Lauren pretended she didn’t hear as she went to do her time card. She called out a good-bye to Clark and hoped that Evie would be done with the tips when she got back.

Evie pushed a stack of bills across the small counter when Lauren returned.

“There you go. Have fun and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Lauren smiled brightly and pocketed the bills, not even bothering to count as she usually would.

“See you tomorrow,” she said and headed out of the kitchen.

Liam and Noah were where she’d left them. She didn’t even worry over the scene they were causing. Every single person in the diner was staring hard at the two men, and even more so when they directed Lauren out the door to the street.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“We’ll talk in your apartment,” Noah said grimly.

They flanked her as they crossed the street and she noted that their gazes were scanning the sidewalks in both directions as they hustled her toward the steps to her apartment.

Only when she unlocked her door and they were inside did they seem to relax. But even then she could feel the tension radiating off them in waves.

Noah paced a circle in the tiny living room. Liam just stood to the side, his face so tight she could bounce a brick off it.

“You’re scaring me,” she said.

Noah immediately stopped his pacing and then pulled her into a fierce hug.

“I’m sorry. Sit down and we’ll talk.”

He guided her toward the couch and then took the seat next to her. Liam hunkered down into the armchair, but his expression hadn’t eased.

Noah ran a hand through his hair. “We made some calls today. Just trying to discreetly get some information. We have to be careful with who we trust because of what you’ve said about Joel having people on his payroll.”

She nodded.

“The thing is, the whole reason we found out about Joel and that you’d . . . misled us in the beginning was because we talked to a woman who I’m guessing is one of his girls.”

“She knew about me?” Lauren whispered.

“She knew enough that you and Joel were an item. She ID’d your photo and told us who Joel was. But she clammed up after that. Didn’t want anything to do with us. That’s when we came here to confront you with what we’d learned.”

“So what’s wrong now?” she asked with a frown. “I don’t understand. Does he know where I am?”

“She’s dead,” Liam said bluntly.

All the blood drained from Lauren’s face, and she swayed. Beside her, Noah cursed and wrapped his arm around her to steady her.

“Damn it, Liam,” Noah growled.

“What happened to her?” Lauren whispered.

“I spoke to a buddy of ours who’s a detective at NYPD. We took a risk, but we feel he’s trustworthy. In the course of our conversation, he informed us that this woman was found dead in her apartment. Someone beat her to death. It wasn’t pretty. Time of death puts it a day after we spoke to her in her apartment.”

“Oh God,” Lauren moaned. She put her face in her hands, Noah’s words echoing over and over in her mind.

“It doesn’t mean he knows where you are,” Liam said. “What it means, though, is that he likely knows we were asking questions about you and Joel Knight.”

“She died because of me,” Lauren said bleakly.

“Bullshit,” Liam bit out.

She shook her head. “You don’t understand. I could have prevented this. It should have never happened.”

Noah took her shoulders in his hands and turned her to face him. His expression was hard and focused. “How was it your fault, Lauren? Is there something you’re not telling us? Now is not the time to be holding back anything. If you have information, then we need to goddamn well know about it.”

She shook away his hands and stood. “Please. Just leave me alone for a minute. God, I need to think.”

Without waiting for a response, she bolted from the living room into her bedroom. She closed the door and leaned heavily against it, her heart beating like the roar of a freight train.