Five

Ty sat alone in the hotel room and pecked away with two long index fingers at his laptop. He ran a simple Google search for Cesar ‘Charlie’ Mendez, then another for Melissa Warner. As he read them, he wished he could blot out the unhelpful soundtrack from the next room where one of the rappers from Triple-C was involved in a prolonged but apparently intimate party with two young women from the lobby. The sounds of hotel-room sex made what was already uncomfortable reading even more so.

As he sifted through the web pages, the story fell into place. There was no great mystery as to why Melissa had sought out Lock. It was all right there on the screen. The more he read, the more worried he became. Lock was one of the few people who could help her and, worryingly for Ty, he was psychologically primed for the mission because of what had happened to him in the recent past.

While he and Ty had been protecting a young female porn star, Raven Lane, from a murderous stalker, Lock’s fiancee, Carrie, had been kidnapped. She had escaped but, in a cruel twist of Fate, had run out in front of the vehicle he and Lock had been driving as they raced to rescue her. Lock hadn’t been able to save the woman he loved, and the guilt weighed heavily on both of them. It had left Ty’s friend bereft. But under the grief lay a deep seam of anger.

Knowing this, the prospect of what Lock might do if he took on Melissa’s case made Ty feel sick, but he went on cutting the relevant sections from the news stories and blog posts, then pasting them into a single Word document. In the end, he reflected, it could have been summarized in four lines.

A crime.

A trial.

An escape.

And a whole bunch of dead bodies — with a lot more to come.

When he was finished, he checked it over, saved the document on to a memory stick and headed downstairs to get it printed out in the hotel’s business centre. As he stepped out of the lobby, he saw that the blood had been cleaned from the marble floor and the couch where Lock had tended Melissa had been removed. No one could have guessed that, only a few hours ago, a girl had been bleeding to death there.

If only that was the end of it.

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