Part 10 (2/2)
”Okay, then let's go find out Natasha's last name.” He stood up.
She rose as well, ready and willing to get this show on the road. ”What are we going to do? Go see both sets of parents and see if any of them are Asian?”
”No, we do it the easy way.”
”Easy way?”
”We go talk to your aunt, Chan's mom.”
She dropped back down in her chair. ”Let's don't and say we did.”
”We don't tell her the truth. Make up some story about how you ran across the photo and see what she knows.”
”No,” Della said again. ”Let's go see if we can find Natasha's parents.” She pulled the files over and checked. Both girls had lived outside of Houston, not that their families couldn't have moved since their daughters went missing. Who knew how long these girls had been enslaved?
When she looked up, Chase studied her. ”Why are you afraid to see your aunt?”
”I'm not.” Her phone gave off a short buzz, telling her she had a text, giving her the perfect reason not to answer.
Not to think about it.
She dug her cell out of her pocket.
Where are u? Don't pull this s.h.i.+t! Answer me. Burnett.
Suddenly, coming here behind the camp leader's back didn't seem like the best idea. p.i.s.sing Burnett off wasn't going to get her anywhere except smack-dab in the middle of an a.s.s-chewing.
She and Chase needed to get this case approved by the FRU and the Vampire Council. While she liked to think they could do this alone, she wasn't stupid.
She looked up. ”It's Burnett again.” She exhaled. ”We should go. We'll tell him we want to visit the parents of both the Natashas.”
”Maybe I should just go by myself and get the answers now,” he said. ”You go back to Shadow Falls.”
Was he dreading the a.s.s-chewing he had coming for going to the graveyard? Probably. She didn't blame him. Burnett's a.s.s-chewings weren't a walk in the park. Though she still thought it was funny that Chase, who didn't seem to fear much of anything, was afraid of the camp leader. Then again, she'd come here without letting Burnett know. Chase wasn't the only one in trouble.
And her chewing would be worse. When you cared about someone, it was always worse.
”No,” Della said. ”The ghost gave the picture to me. I think I should be there. Besides...” She studied the discomfort in his expression. ”... you're going to have to face him sooner or later.”
”Yeah, but I've always been a 'later' person.”
”So, a coward, huh?” she asked, lifting one brow to add some sa.s.s to her comment.
He glared at her.
”You've got to learn to work with Burnett if we're going to team up on this case.” And they were going to team up, because some dad-blasted higher power had apparently ordained it.
She'd like to kick that higher power's b.u.t.t, but that was beside the point. Point was, they had a job to do, and if they failed someone-two someones-would die.
”Burnett's bark is worse than his bite,” she said.
”I don't like to be barked at.” His tone deepened.
”Me, either, but I give Burnett some leeway. And so should you.”
”Why?”
She considered downplaying her answer, but decided the truth would do just fine. ”Because he never barks just to bark. He does it because he cares. And like it or not, we all need someone to care for us.”
He exhaled. ”Caring about someone doesn't give a person the right to micromanage their life.”
”Yeah, he has a little problem with that, but he's working on it.” Defending Burnett's hardheadedness felt strange, but oddly it also felt right.
Chase studied her as if mentally connecting the dots. But what kind of dots? Why did she get the feeling the puzzle he worked on this minute was about her?
Stay away from my dots, bucko.
He dropped back into the chair next to her, even closer this time. ”Does your aunt not care? Is that why you don't want to see her?”
”Ya know, I'd love to spend a couple of hours telling you all about my family drama”-not-”but we don't have time.” Honestly, she spilled her guts only to Kylie and Miranda. And by G.o.d, she needed some round-table Diet-c.o.ke time with them right now. She jumped up. ”You coming or not?”
Chapter Thirteen.
Five minutes-down to the second. That's how long Burnett paced Holiday's office. She knew because she and Chase were facing the wall clock, and instead of getting dizzy watching him, she watched the clock hands tick away. It was almost nine in the morning, and she hadn't been to bed yet.
”Why?” Burnett finally spoke, walking from one side of the room to the other. Good thing he'd brought them to Holiday's office-his office offered no room to pace.
”Why what?” Della asked, trying not to sound like a smarta.s.s, but the question rolled off her tongue with sa.s.s.
He growled. ”Why do I give orders if you guys don't listen? And why would I allow you to work with the FRU if you can't follow orders?”
”Because the death angels and some unnamed ghost have made it their job to make sure we do this.” Della inhaled.
A second later, and in a calmer voice, she explained about seeing the names on the back of the picture, and how when Chase showed up it seemed like the ghost wanted her to go with him.
”You don't work for the ghost! You work for the FRU, and I tell you what to do!”
”I don't work for the FRU,” Chase countered.
Della inwardly flinched, wis.h.i.+ng he wouldn't push Burnett.
”So, you don't want to work with Della on this case?” Burnett snapped. ”Because you can walk right out of here and I'll make sure you don't see her again.”
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