Part 6 (1/2)
After a moment, Charlie lifted her face from Luke's neatly pressed s.h.i.+rt, realizing she had made a mess of it. ”I'm sorry-”
He shushed her, giving her waist a squeeze. ”Can you keep going a little more?”
Blus.h.i.+ng as she looked around, she said, ”Gentlemen, I really am sorry. I know you need this information. I'll try to be less emotional now.” She appreciated their murmurs of accommodation and heaved a deep sigh once more before continuing. Wiping her eyes, she continued, ”I got back to my apartment and immediately pulled up everything on my computers that he had sent. I was terrified and figured I'd better get out of there before someone used his computers to figure out who I was. But the file was incomplete. It was as though he was sending it to me when...when...” she gulped air again, shutting her eyes for a few seconds then shaking her head to clear her thoughts before continuing.
”I had a small, furnished apartment that I rented monthly as I tried to save money for a possible condo, so it was easy to move out. I loaded all my clothes, belongings, and computer equipment into my car and left. I lived in hotels for several weeks, never staying in one more than three nights in a row even though I was paying cash. Then I saw an ad where an older couple were selling a camper van, not much bigger than an old VW van. I paid cash and hit the road. I moved around to different states as I tried to figure out what to do and how to stay alive. Once, I rented a place for a month, just to throw off anyone who might be following me, but...well...that didn't work out so well.” Her eyes darted around the room, hoping no one would question her about that, at least not now.
Cam leaned forward and asked, ”Could you ever tell that someone was after you?”
”Yeah. I had ways to set up alerts on my bank account and once it was triggered, I pulled everything out and set up an overseas, off-sh.o.r.e bank account.” With a wry smile, she said, ”Eli was brilliant at encryption. He taught me a lot and then I taught myself even more. I had enough saved up to keep moving around and taking jobs as they came along. But I always had to be careful.”
”And how did you find Luke?” Jack asked.
Inhaling sharply, she wondered if Luke was going to be angry. We didn't get to this subject when we were at his house. Glancing to the side, afraid of what his expression might hold, she let out her breath when she saw his curiosity.
”It's okay, Charlie. We need to know. I need to know.”
”Eli had created a lot of security programs and never had them copyrighted. They were just out there. One night, I saw where someone had managed to discover one of them and I had a way to get in and see what they were doing. It was you.” She hastened to say, ”I didn't know anything about you or what you were trying to do at first, but I knew of an easier way to use his program so I sent that first message. When you answered and were not a jacka.s.s about it, I found that I wanted to keep helping you. And by then, I had you located so I could see what you were working on.”
Shaking his head, Luke said, ”h.e.l.l, Charlie, I hope no one else can!”
Smiling, she shook her head. ”Nope, not from Eli's programs. Only me.”
”You helped us on the case we had a couple of months ago, where we were investigating terrorists,” Jack stated, staring at her pointedly.
Sucking in her lips, she nodded. ”I had been contacted by what I knew was a bogus company, so I played along in an attempt to find out what they were doing. I had no idea they were terrorists or I would have never tried to interfere.” Ducking her head for a moment, she added, ”That was the one time I tried to rent an apartment...and of course, a couple of you showed up.”
Cam jerked back, his eyes darting between Blaise and Luke's. ”You used the name Lester Wyant...I remember that! I was there!” His expression turned to one of admiration. ”You had us fooled. How did you know we were coming?”
”Uh...it was all Eli's programs that allowed me to be able to see what you were working on. That's how I knew. By that time, I was following what Luke was doing fairly regularly...I just wanted to help.”
”f.u.c.king h.e.l.l,” Cam said, leaning back in his chair, wonder in his eyes.
Looking up at the frustration pouring off Luke, she said, ”Maybe when this is all over, I can show you Eli's programs. It would make some of your work easier.”
”We'll talk about that later,” Jack interrupted curtly.
Luke shot his boss a quick-look, knowing Jack was not about to have someone get into their business unless he had vetted them.
Jack continued, ”Ms. Trivett, we need to continue this interview to find out what you have learned about Eli's fears and findings, but,” he paused and looked toward the kitchen, ”it's after twelve and we know you're exhausted. Bethany and a few friends have prepared some lunch and I suggest we table the conversation until we've eaten.”
Grateful for the reprieve, she nodded. As she stood, she said, ”Please call me Charlie, if you will.”
”All right, Charlie,” Jack said, smiling at her. ”Let's eat.”
Luke stood and once more linked fingers with Charlie, earning a shy smile and sending her one in return. The electricity jolted straight to his heart once more and a fierce protective urge engulfed him. Walking to the kitchen, he hoped he did not stumble again. Rounding the counter corner, he felt her slam into the back of him instead, hearing her gasp.
Charlie bounced off Luke, staring at the people who had joined Bethany. Standing in the kitchen were three other women, all as beautiful as Bethany. Bart walked over to the one with long dark hair and bent to place a sweet kiss on her lips.
Luke felt Charlie stiffen beside him and knew she felt overwhelmed as the crowd of strangers grew larger. He shot Bethany a worried look over Charlie's head. h.e.l.l, this scene is so familiar; it happens every time one of the Saints shows up with a woman. His breath caught in his throat as his fingers flexed against hers. Mine? Oh, h.e.l.l, who knows? I just know I want to protect her. ”These are just a few friends. They're good people,” he a.s.sured her.
His words washed warm against her ear as she took a deep breath. Everyone was filling their plates with sandwiches, chips, potato salad, and an open box of the most delectable cupcakes covered in pink, purple, and teal icing.
”Hi, I'm Angel,” a stunning blonde whose hair was streaked with pink, purple, and teal stripes greeted, her smile matching the twinkle in her eyes. ”I'm Monty's wife.”
”And she's the owner of Angel's Cupcake Heaven,” Bethany added with a nod toward the dessert on the counter.
”They look delicious,” Charlie acknowledged, remembering Luke's comment about the cupcakes when she had met him at the diner. Just then her stomach growled loudly. It had been hours since the toast she had eaten at Luke's house.
The dark-haired beauty left Bart's arms and walked over, greeting Charlie with a shy smile. ”Hi. I'm Faith, Bart's wife.”
The last woman of the newcomers walked over, wearing nursing scrubs, her smile wide. ”I'm Miriam, Cam's wife.” Seeing Charlie glancing at her scrubs, she added, ”I work part time at a nursing home. We've got a baby so I leave at lunchtime. My mom's got her right now, so when Bethany called, I wanted to come over.”
Luke had walked away to get his plate as soon as he saw that Charlie was in good hands. Offering her a wink, he grabbed some food before moving over to where the Saints were congregating in the dining room. Walking up, he heard Jack ask Bart, ”Do you think Faith can help?”
Nodding, while chewing, Bart finally swallowed. ”It can't hurt.”
Luke knew what Jack was implying. Faith worked part time as an artist for the Charlestown Police Department, as well as having special skills. She never claimed to be a seer, but would at times have visions that a.s.sisted with a few cases.
”If you want, Miriam can check her out as well, considering she's been living on the run for months,” Cam offered.
Luke's mouth paused as he was about to take a bite of one of Angel's confections when he realized all the Saint's eyes were on him. Clearing his throat, he said, ”Uh...you asking for my permission?” Seeing the grins, he chuckled. With a glance into the kitchen to see that Charlie was safely ensconced with the other women, he felt the jolt to his heart again. I've been in her presence for only twelve hours and yet...I've known her for a lot longer. Mine? Grinning, he watched as she smiled while chatting, her hands nervously fluttering about her sides. Yeah, if she'll have me.
Chapter 10.
With lunch over, the Saints and Charlie settled back onto the sofas after Miriam and Angel left. Luke noticed that if Charlie wondered why Faith stayed in the kitchen with Bethany, she said nothing. He also noted the dark circles underneath her eyes, showcasing her fatigue. Leaning over, he whispered, ”You okay?”
She twisted her head around and offered a tight nod.
Jack, taking charge as usual, said, ”Charlie, we need to understand how the past five months have gone for you. Where you've traveled or, I should say, where you've hidden. What you've done...in particular with the information Eli sent to you.”
Revived, with food in her belly, she plunged ahead. ”I can tell you what I know and what I have discerned, but I'll warn you that the data is very incomplete. Almost as soon as I began to try to check on things, the information was immediately changed and scrambled. New encryption was placed and I haven't been able to determine what was going on. Plus,” she offered a little shrug, ”I had to be extra vigilant so whoever killed Eli couldn't find me.”
Realizing she was somewhat nestled in the crook of Luke's arm, she allowed herself the brief fantasy of wanting to stay there, her breath hitching as she felt his fingers caress her shoulder.
”All I can tell you is that the client was a Chinese based medical company and it appeared they were taking orders for organs. What Eli told me is that he discovered there was a clinic here in the United States that was supplying them...and not legally.” Twisting her head around, she watched the expressions change as the Saints began processing what she was saying.
She held up a thumb drive and said, ”This is what Eli sent to me, but I'll let you know the information in here doesn't definitively prove anything. I know because I've tried. It lists the first name of the contact he was working with and spreadsheets of information but that's all.”
”And that name?” Jude asked.
”Jun,” she replied. For a moment, the silence in the room unnerved her as the Saints continued to type into their tablets. s.h.i.+fting her gaze toward Luke, she noticed his eyes were still on hers. Offering him a little smile, she leaned over and whispered, ”I'm okay.”
Returning the smile, he said, ”How did you know what I was thinking?”