End Game

CHAPTER 38

Three a.m.

Robie awoke and looked around.

The room was unfamiliar. The sounds the same.

The heat of the body next to him caused him to reach out and touch her.

Malloy mumbled something, moaned slightly, then turned on her side and fell back asleep.

Robie lifted the covers and looked down.

They were both still naked.

He lowered the covers and stared across at the window. He was cold sober now and was having a difficult time processing what he had done this night.

Robie rubbed his pounding temples.

Shit.

He looked over at Malloy. Her coil of hair was draped over one bare shoulder.

Images flashed through Robie’s mind of two people smashing against each other under the sheets in what he could only describe as a fit of unrestrained libido.

Sometimes it really was just about the sex.

He rose, dressed, and softly closed the door behind him.

Malloy didn’t make a sound as he did so.

As he walked down the stairs it occurred to him, and not for the first time tonight, that he was in the same place where he had first met Holly.

Dead Holly.

She was meeting up with her boyfriend and then on her way to a new life.

Only there would be no new life in California. Dolph had seen to that.

And the lady he’d slept with tonight didn’t know about any of it.

I screwed Holly’s sister and she has no idea that Holly is dead and that I know the truth. What does that make me?

Robie sat down on the bottom riser and put his head between his knees. It wasn’t that he felt physically sick.

I just feel… empty.

This was not who he was. He didn’t agree to keep secrets like that from someone. And he didn’t sleep with people he didn’t really know. Only that wasn’t true. He had done that once over a year ago, and it had ended in disaster. He apparently had not learned his lesson. Still, he didn’t recognize the person that he had been tonight.

Cool, under-control Will Robie. He had not been that way in coastal Mississippi, and it didn’t appear that he was doing any better in rural Colorado.

By sleeping with Malloy he felt like he had cheated on Reel, but that was impossible because there was nothing between them. Well, again, that wasn’t entirely true. There was nothing on her end.

But there is on mine.

And I just slept with another woman. And I enjoyed it. A lot.

He detected the scent of Malloy all over him. He took a deep breath and it was all he could do to stop himself from sprinting back up the steps, waking the woman, and doing it all over again.

He slowly rose and staggered to the door. A minute later he was back at the hotel.

As he passed Reel’s room down the hall from his, he noted that there was no light coming from under the door. At three a.m. she was, like most people, asleep in her own bed.

Like I should have been for the last four hours.

He showered and lay down in the bed with just a pair of boxers on. He stared at the ceiling, hoping perhaps to find some answers to bewildering questions on the drywall up there.

It didn’t work. There were no answers there or in his head.

He finally fell asleep and then rose when his phone alarm sounded. He dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

He saw Reel had beaten him down. She was just finishing her meal at a corner table. She saw him and motioned him over. Robie squared his shoulders and marched toward her. He had more apprehension doing that than he’d had going into that home in London to battle seventeen armed terrorists.

Such was the unique effect that Jessica Reel had on him.

He sat down and ordered coffee from the waitress who hurried over to take his order. There weren’t many people in the small restaurant, and she was probably happy to have something to do.

“You look tired,” said Reel. “You didn’t sleep well?”

“I’m fine. Maybe drank a little bit too much,” he added in a low voice.

“Right. So what did Malloy want with her nightcap?”

Robie fiddled with his napkin. “Nothing much, but I’m getting fed up with not telling her about Holly.”

“I told you how I feel about it, but I also see Agent Sanders’s position. And we gave him our word.”

“Yeah, well,” said Robie, not finishing the thought.

His coffee came and he drank it down quickly.

Reel watched him and said, “You feel better?”

He nodded.

“You want something to eat?”

He shook his head. “So, luxury silos today?”

“Lambert texted me. He’s going to come by around ten.”

“Okay, but you really think there’s a connection?”

“Blue Man toured the place right before he disappeared.” countered Reel. “And you didn’t have a problem last night with our checking it out.”

“Fine,” said Robie curtly.

“I think we just need to learn as much as we can about this place, Robie. The more we know, the chances increase we can find Blue Man. But if you have a better idea, I’m listening.”

“I don’t have a better idea,” he said distractedly. “I don’t have any ideas.”

“Okay, so then we’re on the same page.”

They finished up and were waiting out front for Lambert when he pulled up in a Yukon at a few minutes past ten.

Robie watched dully as Malloy walked across the street, dressed in her uniform, at the same time Lambert arrived.

Shit.

He had forgotten that she was coming.

“Sheriff,” said Reel as Malloy joined them.

Malloy nodded at her and then settled her gaze on Robie.

“Agent Robie,” she said.

“Sheriff.”

“That was great least night, wasn’t it?” she said.

“What’s that?” asked Robie nervously.

“The dinner at Claire’s.”

“Absolutely. She knows how to throw a party.”

He didn’t notice Reel glancing first at Malloy and then at him.

They all walked to the Yukon and climbed in. Reel took shotgun, and Robie and Malloy settled into the middle row.

Lambert said, “I brought donuts, if anyone’s interested.”

“I am,” said Malloy, glancing at Robie. “I didn’t get enough last night. I’m still really hungry.”

Robie looked out the window, even as Reel glanced toward the back.

“Well, eat up,” said Lambert.

Malloy took a donut and bit into it. “I plan to.”

“Let’s go,” said Reel curtly.