Brain Storm by Cat Gilbert (detective books to read .TXT) 📖

it in front of one of his men, certainly didn’t help the situation.

“I am in charge here, Ms. Morrison, whether you like it or not. I run the security, and you will do as I say.”

“I. Don’t. Think. So.” I clipped the words out along with a determined mental shove that sent the magazines and books in the lobby scattering onto the floor. The effect on Hughes was instantaneous. For the first time, I saw a shadow of fear cross his face. He knew what had happened the last time I’d gotten angry and lost control. I hadn’t lost control this time, but he didn’t know that.

The sudden absence of heat behind me felt almost like a cold wind blowing against me, but its effect paled in comparison to the relief of knowing that Connors had finally pulled it together. His face was a mask of concern as he stepped around to face me.

“There, there. Taylor. No reason to be upset. Hughes is only concerned for your safety. I can assure you, he is very, very proficient at his job. You can trust him completely.”

I could only imagine how it must have grated for him to get the words out, but he did a convincing job. It was a smart move on his part to side with Hughes on the issue. If Hughes considered him an ally in controlling me, he was more likely to keep him in the loop.

“It may have escaped your attention, Dr. Connors, but there’s someone inside here that’s gunning for me and you have no idea who it is. Neither of you do. If you know where I’m at, they could too. If I wear that,” I pointed over to the bracelet still in Hughes’ hand, “I’m a sitting duck.”

Connors breathed out in exasperation, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he turned to Hughes.

“She does have a point, Hughes. We don’t know who is after her. It could be anyone here. How can you protect her from that?”

“We’re working on finding the person responsible, but until that time, she needs protection. She has to let me do my job, Dr. Connors.”

“Fine,” I snapped out. “Do your job. I assume he’s here for me?” I pointed again, this time to the guard standing next to Hughes. He hadn’t flinched a bit at the flying books, instead keeping his eyes fixed on me. He could well be a problem, but an easier one to fix than being tagged and tracked. “Isn’t that a radio on his belt? I’m sure he can contact you if there’s a problem. I’ll accept the guard, but I’m drawing the line there.”

“I can have you restricted to quarters,” Hughes threatened.

“Stop!” Connors interceded before I could dare Hughes to try it. “This is getting totally out of hand. Hughes, if Taylor is that opposed to the bracelet, there’s no reason to force her. She’s agreed to the guard, and I think that’s sufficient.” Hughes glared at me, refusing to give ground and Connors went on. “She’s come in of her own free will and she’s free to go whenever she chooses. I’d prefer she stay.”

I hadn’t said anything about leaving, but I wished I had. The wind went right out of Hughes’ sails as the implications hit him. There was no way he could keep me here against my will, not with the audience we had attracted. The kitchen staff was gathered in the doorway, and there were people along the banister at the top of the stairs looking on. The last thing he wanted was to lose track of me again. Connors’ had successfully cornered him.

“I think it’s a mistake, but if that’s what she wants, then most certainly, we’ll accommodate her.” He’d done a complete about-face, the anger gone and in its place nothing but understanding and concern as he turned to me. “I hope you understand, Ms. Morrison. It wasn’t my intent to upset you and I apologize for getting angry. It’s just you’ve been through so much already, and I’m to blame for that. I should have known and stopped him before it got this far.”

I didn’t answer him, just nodded my head and waited quietly while he stepped away to give instructions to the guard. Connors’ stood quietly next to me with his eyes closed. I wanted to talk to him, and this was perhaps the only opportunity I would have while the guard was busy with Hughes.

“I suppose I should go clean up my mess.” I sighed and headed into the sitting area to collect the magazines that I’d thrown on the floor. Connors followed and knelt beside me, to help.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. “I lost it back there.”

“It’s all right.” I gathered up a handful of newspapers and sat them on the table. “I’ve lost it a few times myself. You got it back together, that’s what counts.”

He smiled sadly and lifted the armload of books that he’d stacked. I followed him over to the bookcase with my own stack of books and started re-shelving them.

“You know anything about this guard?” I took a book from him and stretched up to put it on one of the higher shelves.

“He’s fairly new. Just came on a few weeks ago. Hughes said he came highly recommended.”

“After all this started?” He nodded, as I placed the last book and turned to find Hughes coming toward us, the guard following on his heels.

“Thanks for your help, Dr. Connors,” I said as they joined us. “Again, I’m sorry about the mess. I... ah… have ... well, there’s a ... things like this seem to happen when I’m upset.” I stumbled over the words and kept my eyes down, seemingly embarrassed, watching as Hughes shoes came into view.

“Nothing to worry about, Taylor. Things like that happen here all the time.” He picked up the last book and shoved it onto the shelf.

Hughes cleared his throat to get our attention. “This is Lars Jorgensen, Ms. Morrison. He’ll be taking the first guard rotation. You met him last night, but I don’t think you were ever formally introduced.”

I raised my eyes to get a good look at Lars. Hughes was right, we’d met before. And I’d been wrong. It wasn’t the fire suit that made him look enormous. It was genes. Pure and simple. Standing next to Connors, he was a giant. That he wasn’t happy being saddled with me was written all over his face. I wasn’t too thrilled about it either.

“Lars will escort you back to the medical facility. I’m sure you need some rest after the busy morning you’ve had.”

“Actually, I’d like to get a cup of coffee, and then, if you have time, Dr. Connors, I’d like to see the rest of the lodge.”

“If you’re feeling up to it, I’d be delighted.” Connors offered me his arm and we headed into the dining room with Lars in our wake, leaving Hughes standing by the fireplace. I hated to admit it, but he was right. I was tired, and I had a splitting headache, but I wasn’t about to let Hughes order me around. Plus there was the little fact that I needed to get a look at the whole facility before Hughes made his next move, which I suspected would be pretty soon.

Another hit of caffeine would get me through the rest of the morning, and I had a pretty good idea that Connors needed another muffin after expending so much energy. Maybe two or three. He called over to check on Mac while we waited for our order to arrive and gave me a nod of assurance. He’d make sure nothing happened to him. They brought my coffee and two muffins for Connors. He might frown on my need for a hit of caffeine, but he obviously had no such reservations regarding his own energy hit. I slowly sipped my coffee as he wolfed down the massive muffins in what had to be record time. All the while, Lars stood in the background and watched us like some big bird of prey.

To say it was irritating was the understatement of the year. It would have been easier to just throw the tracking bracelet over the fence, but a lot harder to explain. With Lars, I could shake him and then simply blame it on him for not doing his job. The thought of Hughes ripping him up for losing track of me brought my irritation level down a notch, and I threw him a tight smile as we got up and prepared for the rest of my tour. He just stared at me. Real social, this guy.

The rest of the lodge was much like any other hotel. There were several large meeting rooms on the main floor, a few of which had been divided up to smaller, more intimate areas. Connors’ office and private quarters were located on the second floor along with a couple more meeting areas, with housing for the teachers in the adjoining wing. The third floor was restricted to rooms for the Clients.

He took me to Brown’s room, and I looked in, giving it a fast appraisal. I doubted that anything implicating him would be found there. Hughes had access to the room and I was sure he’d done a thorough job of tossing it when Brown had turned up missing.

Security was as tight inside the lodge as it had been outside. Hughes wasn’t just worried about people getting in. He was worried about the Clients and kept a pretty close eye on them. The number of cameras scattered about the place was staggering. They must have a whole bank of monitors and a raft of personnel to keep track of everyone. Not a good sign. All in all, I was pretty discouraged. I kept reminding myself that not everyone there was in on it. Surely most of the people in the security force were there to actually guard the property and protect the Clients. The fewer people who knew what Hughes was doing, the easier it was to keep it quiet. Maybe the odds weren’t as bad as I thought.

Lars followed along in our wake the whole time, checking in with Hughes periodically. By the time we’d covered the third floor, I was ready to head back. I was tired, my head was pounding, and I wanted to get some rest before tonight. I didn’t think Hughes would wait long to make a move. He’d more than likely wait until late evening when most of the