Finally Found (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 10)

“So good. I feel two million dollars lighter.” She couldn’t stop grinning. “How can I ever repay you? I’m not sure I would’ve ever found the courage or right time to come clean with my family without your help.”

“Coming to dinner with us tomorrow night is a start.” Josh pressed his lips to hers. “The date is still on, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Sweetheart, you did good tonight.” Jacob kissed her. “A lot of innocent people are going to benefit because of you.”

She smiled. “So this is what happiness is all about.”

Kimmie’s little dog came running, and they all laughed.

* * * *

Parked back on the street to stake out Matt and Sean’s house, Willie held his gun. Earlier, he’d lost his mind when he’d seen his bitch with the two fucking cowboys. But now the calm that had gotten him through many a close call was back in place.

He smiled. “No need to rush. I’ve waited all this time to find her. And now I have a full-proof plan to get my money back and make that bitch pay for what she did to me.”

And when he completed Trollinger’s task, the amount he would be paid, along with the two million he recovered from Carrie, would give him all he needed to live out his life on an island in the Caribbean, drinking rum and fucking the local beauties to his heart’s content. Carrie would be his bitch slave, taking care of all of his needs. By the time he finished with her, she would be grateful to do anything he told her.

He glanced down at the screen of the burner phone Cindy Trollinger had given him in Denver. The e-mail from her had come in less than an hour ago. It had a photo and very detailed instructions. The final line was the agreement he’d made with her for the information about Carrie’s whereabouts.

“Kill Jaris Simmons.” The man had killed Trollinger’s brother.

The photo was a few years old, when Simmons had still been working as a police officer in Chicago. Now he was a deputy in this backwater town and also worked with his wife raising service dogs for the blind. What a pussy. Watching the bastard die would be a pleasure.

Willie put the phone away and watched three people, a woman and two men, come out of the house down the block. He brought binoculars to his eyes.

None of them was Carrie. But he was certain she was inside. Once again, not alone. The two cowboys were with her and so was Matt’s daughter Kimmie.

Patience, Willie.

The cell rang.

Only one person had the number. “Hello, Cindy.”

“Where are we on taking care of that issue we talked about, Reverend?”

He grinned. “You mean killing Simmons?”

She didn’t say a word, which let him know she wasn’t pleased. Trollinger liked speaking in code, whereas he was more to the point unless he was working a con. That’s when it was best to talk around specifics.

“When can I expect the job to be done, Willie?”

“I’m working out the details for both our issues, ma’am. There’s a big paintball event that starts day after tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to school me on anything that happens in Destiny.” Trollinger’s tone sharpened. “I’ve been keeping my eyes and ears on that town for a very long time.”

He’d learned from the man working the desk at his hotel in the nearby town that Trollinger was the most hated woman around. How was she able to keep tabs so closely here? If she ever set foot in town almost every citizen would recognize her. He bet that she had spies on her payroll. Best to stay on her good side. At least for now.

“Then you know, Cindy, that the big event will bring thousands of visitors to Destiny. That’s when I’ll make my move. The crowds will give me the cover I need for both our operations.”

“Just make sure it gets done, Reverend.”

The line went dead, just like Simmons would be very soon.

Chapter Eleven

Getting out of her brother’s car, Carrie looked at the nine-story building.