Gray twisted his lips and shook his head knowing he’d have to come clean with the entire story. “Faith’s mother has been calling her and asking for money,” he said, after deciding to start with the more pertinent information. He’d get to his deception in a minute.
“Goddamn it,” Connor swore. “I knew something was bothering her.”
“But what does her mother have to do with this?” Nathan asked. “You don’t think she—”
Gray shook his head. “Celia is mixed up with a man who is suspected of murdering my partner,” he said softly.
Three sets of eyes drilled holes in his skull.
“I have a feeling I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear,” Pop said in a near growl.
“No, you probably won’t,” Gray said. “I came down here as a favor to my partner’s father. Alex, my partner, was killed in the line of duty. The investigation wasn’t going anywhere, and there was a lot of finger pointing, most of it directed at my partner.
“Mick did some poking around on his own and came up with Eric Samuels, a man who happened to have hooked up with Faith’s mom right before the murder. Then they both disappeared.”
“That doesn’t explain why you came down here,” Nathan pointed out.
Gray met Nathan’s gaze then looked back at Pop. “Mick’s investigation also turned up the fact that Celia Martin liked to lean on Faith for money when she was in dire straits.”
“That much is true,” Pop muttered. “Damn bitch. I should have known better than to think she’d get out of Faith’s life permanently.”
“So you came down here to get close to Faith, hoping Celia would turn up,” Connor said in a dangerously low tone.
Gray sucked in his breath and took the last plunge. “Mick arranged for me to get a job here through a mutual acquaintance of his and Pop’s. I bugged Faith’s office and home phone and waited for her mother to call. She actually called the first day I met Faith, but I hadn’t gotten the tap in place yet.”
“Son of a bitch,” Connor seethed. “And you didn’t think to tell us any of this?”
“You’ve been using her,” Nathan observed quietly. “I knew something weird was going on between you two. Just how close did you get to her in this little investigation of yours?”
Connor took a menacing step forward, and Pop put his arm out to halt him. “Not now, damn it. I want to hear the rest of this.”
Gray stood, meeting Connor’s unspoken challenge. “A few days after that first phone call, she called again, and I found Faith in her office extremely upset. Later, when I listened to the playback, I could hear Samuels in the background making threatening remarks to Faith’s mother. Mick gave me a report that he and Celia had been spotted in Huntsville, so we thought they might be headed this way.”
Pop bit out an uncharacteristic swear word.
“This morning I found this in the mail,” Gray said, pointing to the letter on the desk. “The bastard is here, which is why we have to find Faith and keep her safe.”
Connor clenched his fists at his side and his neck muscles bulged and flexed. “She wouldn’t be in any danger if you had been honest with us from the beginning. It’s kind of hard to protect her when we’re kept in the fucking dark.”
Pop picked up his cell phone and punched in a number with trembling fingers. He stuck the phone to his ear and stood, twitching impatiently. A few seconds later, he bit out another curse before he closed the phone and dropped it on the desk.
“I got her damn voice mail.”
“You don’t know where she is?” Gray asked incredulously.
“No, I don’t damn well know where she is. She called and said she needed a vacation. I told her to take one. I didn’t even think to ask her where she was. I didn’t think it was important at the time.” Pop sank down in his chair and rubbed a hand over his hair. “I need a minute to think, damn it.”
“Do you have any contacts with the Houston PD?” Gray asked. “We need to have Faith’s apartment watched. Maybe even set up a decoy. If Samuels is watching, he’ll likely go for her there. Faith has a set routine that she normally doesn’t deviate from.”
“Yeah, you’d know wouldn’t you,” Nathan said with a grunt.
“We could set a trap for the asshole,” Connor said. “Sounds like he’s pretty damn desperate.”
“That was my thought,” Gray said. “We need to find Faith, tell her what’s going on and stash her someplace safe.”
Pop shook his head. “No.”