Mercy's Destiny: Montgomery's Vampires Trilogy (Book #3) (Montgomery's Vampires Series) Read Online Free
Author: Sloan Archer
his feet.
I blinked up at him. “It would break my heart—” and maybe Robert’s body “—if they were damaged.”
“Wait here, please.”
I could tell that the news was bad before the officer returned. I’d watched him searching and searching around the crime scene, but he’d come up empty.
Robert’s fangs were gone.
When I got home, I realized that Robert’s fangs weren’t the only thing missing. The rest of Robert was gone, too. This surprised me. I’d assumed that he would have wanted to quiz me about my meeting with Mathew, or at least offer up commiseration after I’d been forced to deal with his insanity.
I’d tried calling Robert on the way home to fill him in about Mathew’s murder and the missing fangs. The calls switched over to voicemail every single time I’d called, which gave me an icky feeling deep in my gut.
Unfortunately, my bad gut feelings were usually right.
I went into the kitchen and set my purse on the dining room table, which hardly got used, as Robert didn’t eat. I then realized why my calls had gone unanswered. Robert’s cell phone was sitting on top of the table, beeping like crazy with message notifications. This concerned me some, because Robert never went anywhere without his cell phone. When you ran your own corporation, like he did, being constantly available was simply a way of life.
I went into the garage to see if his car was gone. It wasn’t. I went through the entire house, starting at the back, and called Robert’s name. I became increasingly frightened as I ran out of rooms to search. Finally, I found the signs of struggle I was looking for, in the nook to the left of the front door. It wasn’t much—just an overturned lamp and an askew cushion on the lounge chair—but it was enough to persuade me.
I set the house alarm, in case the prowler decided to return, and then ran to get my cell. I’d tapped in 9 and 1, but then stopped before hitting the final 1.
Did I actually want to involve the law?
If I had been dealing strictly with human foul play, there would have been no hesitation on my part. I would have already been down at the police station, hollering for somebody to come help me find my man. But I wasn’t dealing with a human disappearance. And, although in my heart I knew that it was ludicrous to even consider such a possibility, there was still the slight chance that Robert had in some way been involved in Mathew’s demise.
But it just didn’t make sense. It wouldn’t be Robert’s style to murder Mathew, especially in such a public way, and then come home to stage a struggle. Okay, so then what had really happened?
I was particularly conflicted because Robert was—please forgive the pretention here—a Person of Importance. Anyone with a vague knowledge of finance (and the Sunday tabloids) knew that Robert was both wealthy and connected. Perhaps his disappearance had nothing to do with the fact that he was vampire . . . Could Robert have been kidnapped for ransom?
Again, I found myself doubting my theory. No human would have been able to overpower Robert, not even if they’d had help. A mob of ten bodybuilders on steroids wouldn’t have been able to take him down, not unless they’d come through the font door in a tank. Obviously they hadn’t. So that would mean, then, that a vampire was the kidnapper, which didn’t add up. Most vampires tend to have money. They may not have as much money as Robert, but kidnapping a fellow vampire who lived in the spotlight amongst humans wouldn’t be worth the risk. Most notably, Robert was now an ally of the VGO. No vampire in their right mind would have messed with Robert, not unless they were suicidal.
I could also imagine the PR nightmare it would create for Robert’s company if I involved human law enforcement agencies. There were a select few at Bramson Enterprises who were in the know about Robert’s vampirism. And those who were in the know may have panicked if they knew Robert was
I blinked up at him. “It would break my heart—” and maybe Robert’s body “—if they were damaged.”
“Wait here, please.”
I could tell that the news was bad before the officer returned. I’d watched him searching and searching around the crime scene, but he’d come up empty.
Robert’s fangs were gone.
When I got home, I realized that Robert’s fangs weren’t the only thing missing. The rest of Robert was gone, too. This surprised me. I’d assumed that he would have wanted to quiz me about my meeting with Mathew, or at least offer up commiseration after I’d been forced to deal with his insanity.
I’d tried calling Robert on the way home to fill him in about Mathew’s murder and the missing fangs. The calls switched over to voicemail every single time I’d called, which gave me an icky feeling deep in my gut.
Unfortunately, my bad gut feelings were usually right.
I went into the kitchen and set my purse on the dining room table, which hardly got used, as Robert didn’t eat. I then realized why my calls had gone unanswered. Robert’s cell phone was sitting on top of the table, beeping like crazy with message notifications. This concerned me some, because Robert never went anywhere without his cell phone. When you ran your own corporation, like he did, being constantly available was simply a way of life.
I went into the garage to see if his car was gone. It wasn’t. I went through the entire house, starting at the back, and called Robert’s name. I became increasingly frightened as I ran out of rooms to search. Finally, I found the signs of struggle I was looking for, in the nook to the left of the front door. It wasn’t much—just an overturned lamp and an askew cushion on the lounge chair—but it was enough to persuade me.
I set the house alarm, in case the prowler decided to return, and then ran to get my cell. I’d tapped in 9 and 1, but then stopped before hitting the final 1.
Did I actually want to involve the law?
If I had been dealing strictly with human foul play, there would have been no hesitation on my part. I would have already been down at the police station, hollering for somebody to come help me find my man. But I wasn’t dealing with a human disappearance. And, although in my heart I knew that it was ludicrous to even consider such a possibility, there was still the slight chance that Robert had in some way been involved in Mathew’s demise.
But it just didn’t make sense. It wouldn’t be Robert’s style to murder Mathew, especially in such a public way, and then come home to stage a struggle. Okay, so then what had really happened?
I was particularly conflicted because Robert was—please forgive the pretention here—a Person of Importance. Anyone with a vague knowledge of finance (and the Sunday tabloids) knew that Robert was both wealthy and connected. Perhaps his disappearance had nothing to do with the fact that he was vampire . . . Could Robert have been kidnapped for ransom?
Again, I found myself doubting my theory. No human would have been able to overpower Robert, not even if they’d had help. A mob of ten bodybuilders on steroids wouldn’t have been able to take him down, not unless they’d come through the font door in a tank. Obviously they hadn’t. So that would mean, then, that a vampire was the kidnapper, which didn’t add up. Most vampires tend to have money. They may not have as much money as Robert, but kidnapping a fellow vampire who lived in the spotlight amongst humans wouldn’t be worth the risk. Most notably, Robert was now an ally of the VGO. No vampire in their right mind would have messed with Robert, not unless they were suicidal.
I could also imagine the PR nightmare it would create for Robert’s company if I involved human law enforcement agencies. There were a select few at Bramson Enterprises who were in the know about Robert’s vampirism. And those who were in the know may have panicked if they knew Robert was
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