Unfinished Hero 02 Creed(36)

He nodded, his eyes went over my shoulder and he jerked up his chin.

I turned my head to see a red Mazda roll into Drake Nair’s driveway, a brunette I knew at the wheel.

Amy, the stupid bitch.

I heard the noises a camera made when pictures were being taken and looked back at Creed. He had an expensive digital to his eye. I turned back to Nair’s house to see Amy get out of the Mazda and approach the front door. The camera noises kept going as she did and continued up until she disappeared inside. Then they stopped.

“You good to be my eyes while I get close?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I answered.

“Let’s move,” he muttered and threw open his door.

I stored my shit, threw open mine and jumped out.

“I approach from the north,” he said to me as we crossed the street. “His study is that side. I’ll start there and move on if he doesn’t meet her there. Catch up.”

“I’ll go south, perimeter check, see if anyone’s around. Been here about fifteen minutes before you and didn’t see any activity. I’ll meet you north.”

“Right,” he muttered and started jogging toward Nair’s neighbor to the north’s yard.

I did the same to the south, did a wide sweep, jumped a fence, crossed Nair’s backyard and rounded the side, seeing Creed crouched low under a window but his head was at the edge, camera to his face.

I whistled low when I got close, his head turned to me then he shook it.

I crouched low beside him, my back to the house, eyes on a continual scan.

“In the study?” I asked.

“Yep,” he answered.

“And you were shaking your head because?” I prompted.

I heard camera sounds and the hint of disgust in his voice. “You don’t wanna know.”

I always wanted to know.

I twisted, shot up and looked into the window.

He was right. I didn’t want to know.

I twisted back, shot down and muttered, “Gross.”

I just heard a hint of humor when he mumbled, “I told you you didn’t wanna know.”

“FYI, that put me off the blowjob I had planned for you tonight,” I informed him seeing as what I just saw was Amy on her knees going at Nair who was not attractive but he was hairy and he had skinny legs.

“Fuck, I hope he doesn’t eat her,” Creed murmured.

That got me a tingle. Yes, even after what I saw. Mostly because it said Creed didn’t want to be put off his plans for tonight and I liked his plans.

I scanned. Creed kept silent but his camera didn’t.

After a while, he broke his silence with, “That’ll mean dry cleaning.”

“Creed!” I hissed. “Don’t gross me out.”

“Just sayin’, there’s times when a woman should learn to swallow.”

I turned and punched him in the arm. He chuckled.

Then he muttered, “Time for business. Thank fuck, he’s not reciprocating the gesture.”

“Our day just brightened.”

“Comin’ home with donuts for you and people you give a shit about, seein’ you in those little shorts and tight cami, no matter that you were hungover, nothin’ could darken my day. Not even that shit.”

Sneak attack and I held my breath until my chest burned.

Creed’s camera sounded.

“Cash,” he muttered. “Wads of it. More than a blowjob is worth.”

“Even if that includes reimbursement for dry cleaning?”

I felt his eyes and looked up to see he’d lowered down from the window and was looking at me.

“Yeah, and then some. She’s the leak.”

I nodded. Poor Live. For whatever reason, he dug her. This would strike deep.

“Truck,” Creed grunted, I jerked up my chin and we both moved.

I’d learned that if you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be, if you acted like you were supposed to be there, people assumed you were. So I always did that and noted, as Creed and I walked to his truck, free and easy, he followed the same school of thought.

We both angled in and I turned immediately to him. “You calling this into Knight?”

“Yeah. You wanna stay on Nair or come with me while I have a chat with him?”

“Get more done, we separate.”

He nodded. “Nick’s still a wildcard.”

“Yup,” I agreed.

“But Nair’s pullin’ the strings.”

“Yup,” I agreed again.

“Your plan?”

“Stay on Nair.”

“Right,” he muttered. “I finish with Knight, I’m on Nick.”

“After what I saw, I’m beginning to miss Nick. He’s boring but he’s not gross.”

Creed grinned at me.

My eyes dropped to his mouth then my body angled across the cab, I grabbed him at both sides of his head, pulled him to me and kissed him hard, wet, hot and long.