Protecting His Witness (Red Stone Security Series) by Katie Reus Page A

bitch had been even better. This was going to be so much fun.
    And so worth it when Jordan finally got what was coming to her. Unfortunately the man with her had reacted quickly and expertly, moving with an impressive speed as he’d quickly gotten both of them to cover. He’d also been very protective of Jordan. After this attack, her friend—or more likely lover—would probably be vigilant in keeping her protected.
    Even if they assumed it was a random attack, their guards would be up, especially the man’s. It wouldn’t matter in the end because Jordan would die.
    The manner of her death was still undecided, however. Killing her with a simple bullet would be too easy for Jordan. No, she needed to suffer. Hopefully by fire. Curtis’s favorite method. But drowning could work too.
    Figuring out who Jordan’s friend was first, had become a priority though. Well, a priority after ditching the stolen moped. Key West had enough CCTV’s that losing the bike and changing clothes was a necessity.
    Then tomorrow the next steps in terrifying Jordan would begin. There was no guarantee she’d be staying in Key West for long. She might go back to Miami with the unknown male, making another attack more difficult. No, that bitch was going to die right in Key West.

 
    Chapter 5
     
    “I’ll be right back,” Vincent murmured before dropping a quick kiss on Jordan’s forehead.
    She just nodded, stress lines bracketing her mouth. He didn’t like leaving her, even for a second, but she was sitting safely in a detective’s office and he could see her through the open blinds of the window while he stepped out into the bullpen of the Key West police department. It wasn’t as loud as he’d expected, though there was a quiet buzz of constant movement as people did their jobs. This was the last place he wanted to be, but there was no way around it. They’d had to make an official statement, which meant paperwork. Luckily the chief knew of Red Stone Security and had worked with a bunch of different government agencies before so he was cooperative.
    That attitude had clearly been adopted by his subordinates as well. Or at least the men and women Vincent had come in contact with tonight, including Detective Leon Hough.
    Hough was talking to a uniformed officer next to a community coffee station, but nodded and broke away when he saw Vincent step out. “You or Ms. Alvarado want any coffee or water?” he asked as soon as he reached him.
    “No, we’re good, but thanks. She just wants to get out of here. I appreciate you talking to me privately.” He’d asked for a moment of the man’s time before they left in the hopes that he could garner some insight into why they’d been attacked. If this type of thing had happened before in the area it would actually make him feel better. But if it had been a targeted attack…that brought up new concerns.
    The dark haired man nodded. “I understand. So what’s up?”
    “I know you can’t talk about ongoing investigations and I’m not asking because I want to take the law into my own hands, but have there been any similar incidents lately? Any racially motivated crimes?” Though he’d dealt with his share of racism, he’d found those types of crimes to be rare. Still, he wanted to cover all bases.
    The detective snorted and shook his head. “Not down here. At least not with the locals. We all have a live and let live attitude, but with tourists you never know. But no, we haven’t had any reports of someone using firebombs as a weapon. That kind of attack is strange.”
    “Yeah, I know.” He’d doubted the race angle, but had wanted to check. In his broad experience, people generally killed for similar reasons; love, revenge and money. People were simple like that. Obviously there were other reasons, especially with hate motivated crimes and religious nuts, but in the civilian world things tended to be simpler. And what had happened tonight had felt almost personal. That kind of