Don't hang up. I've got to talk to you. It's about a claim.'
There was the sound of a hand going over the phone. 'It's okay,' I heard him say. 'I'll take this one. Why don't you make an early night of it? I'll close down your computer.'
'Thanks, David. I'll see you tomorrow,' his secretary said faintly, and after a long moment, his voice came back on the line.
'Rachel,' he said warily. 'Is this about the fish? I've already filed the claim. If you've perjured me, I'm going to be very upset.'
'What is it with you thinking the worst of me?' I questioned, miffed. My eyes slid to Kisten as he gripped the wheel tighter. 'I made a mistake with Jenks, okay? I'm trying to fix it. But I've got something you might be interested in.'
There was a short silence. 'I'm listening,' he said cautiously.
My breath puffed out in relief. Fidgeting, I dug for a pen in my shoulder bag. Opening my datebook, I clicked my pen open. 'Ah, you work by commission, right?'
'Something like that,' David said.
'Well, you know that boat that exploded?' I snuck a glance at Kisten. The light from the oncoming traffic made little glints in his stubble as he clenched his jaw.
There was a rattling of computer keys in the background. 'Still listening…'
My pulse quickened. 'Does your company own the policy on it?'
The sound of keys quickened and vanished. 'Seeing as we insure everything Piscary isn't interested in, probably.' There was another spurt of tapping keys. 'Yes. We have it.'
'Great,' I sighed. This was going to work. 'I was on it when it exploded.'
I heard the squeak of a chair through the line. 'Somehow that doesn't surprise me. You saying it wasn't an accident?'
'Ah, no.' I flicked a glance at Kisten. His knuckles gripping the wheel were white.
'Really.' It wasn't a question, and the sound of tapping keys started up again, shortly followed by the hum of a printer.
I shifted in Kisten's heated leather seats and stuck the end of the pen in my mouth. 'Would I be correct that your company doesn't pay out when property is destroyed—'
'Because of acts of war or gang-related activity?' David interrupted. 'No. We don't.'
'Fantastic,' I said, not thinking it necessary to tell him I was sitting next to the guy who had arranged the whole thing. God, please let Kisten have an answer for me. 'How would you like me to come down there and sign a paper for you?'
'I'd like that really fine.' David hesitated, then added, 'You don't strike me as the kind of woman who commits acts of random kindness, Rachel. What do you want out this?'
My gaze ran down Kisten's clenched jaw to his strong shoulders, then lingered on his hands gripping the wheel as if he was trying to squeeze the iron out of it. 'I want to be with you when you go out to adjust Saladan's claim.'
Kisten jerked, apparently only now understanding why I was talking to David. The silence on the other end of the line was thick. 'Ah…' David murmured.
'I'm not going to kill him; I'm going to arrest him,' I quickly offered.
The thrum of the engine rumbling up through my feet shifted and steadied.
'It's not that,' he said. 'I don't work with anyone. And I'm not working with you.'
My face burned. I knew he thought very little of me after finding I had kept information from my own partner. But it was David's fault it came out. 'Look,' I said, turning away from Kisten as he stared at me. 'I just saved your company a wad of money. You get me in when you go to adjust his claim, then back out of the way and let me and my team work.' I glanced at Kisten. Something had shifted in him. His grip on the wheel was loose and his face was empty.
There was a short silence. 'And afterward?'
'Afterward?' The moving lights made Kisten's face unreadable. 'Nothing. We tried working together. It didn't work out. You get an extension on finding a new partner.'
There was a long silence. 'That's it?'
'That's it.' I clicked my pen closed and threw it and my datebook into my bag. Why did I even try to be organized?
'Okay,' he finally said. 'I'll bark down the hole and see what comes up.'
'Fantastic,' I said, genuinely glad, though he seemed less than pleased. 'Hey, in a few hours I'm going to have died in that explosion, so don't worry about it, okay?'
A tired sound escaped him. 'Fine. I'll call you tomorrow when the claim comes in.'
'Great. I'll see you then.' David's lack of excitement was depressing. The phone clicked off without him saying goodbye, and I closed it and handed it back to Kisten. 'Thanks,' I said, feeling very awkward.
'I thought you were turning me in,' Kisten said softly.
Mouth falling open, I stared, only now understanding his previous tension. 'No,' I whispered, feeling afraid for some reason. He had sat there and done nothing as he thought I was turning him in?
Shoulders stiff and eyes on the road, he said, 'Rachel, I didn't know he was going to let those people die.'
My breath caught. I forced it out, then took another. 'Talk to me,' I said, feeling light-headed. I stared out the window, hands in my lap and my stomach clenched. Please, let me be wrong this time?
I looked across the car, and after his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, he pulled off to the side of the road. My gut clenched. Damn it, why did I have to like him? Why couldn't I like nice men? Why did the power and personal strength that attracted me always seem to translate into callous disregard for other people's lives?
My body shifted forward and back when he came to a sudden halt. The car shook as traffic continued to pass us at eighty miles an hour, but here it was still. Kisten shifted in his seat to face me, reaching over the gearshift to cradle my hands in my lap. His day-old stubble glinted in the lights from the oncoming traffic across the median, and his blue eyes were pinched.
'Rachel,' he said, and I held my breath hoping he was going to tell me it had all been a mistake. 'I arranged to have that bomb strapped to the boiler.'
I closed my eyes.
'I didn't intend for those people to die. I called Saladan,' he continued, and I opened my eyes when a passing truck shook us. 'I told Candice there was a bomb on his boat. Hell, I told her where it was and that if they touched it, it would detonate. I gave them plenty of time to get everyone off. I wasn't trying to kill people, I was trying to make a media circus and sink his business. It never occurred to me he would walk away and leave them to die. I misjudged him,' he said, a bitter recrimination in his voice, 'and they paid for my shortsightedness with their lives. God, Rachel, if I even guessed he would do that, I'd have found another way. That you were on that boat…' He took a breath. 'I almost killed you….'
I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat grow less. 'But you've killed people before,' I said, knowing the problem wasn't tonight but a history of belonging to Piscary and having to carry out his will.
Kisten leaned back though his hands never left mine. 'I killed my first person when I was eighteen.'
Oh God. I tried to pull away, but he gently tightened his grip. 'You need to hear this,' he said. 'If you want to walk away, I want you to know the truth so you don't come back. And if you stay, then it's not because you made a decision based on too little information.'
Steeling myself, I looked at his eyes, gauging them sincere, and perhaps carrying a hint of guilt and past hurt. 'You've done this before,' I whispered, feeling afraid. I was one in a string of women. They had all left. Maybe they were smarter than me.
He nodded, his eyes closing briefly. 'I'm tired of being hurt, Rachel. I'm a nice guy who just happened to kill his first person at eighteen.'
I swallowed, taking my hands back under the pretense of tucking my hair behind an ear. Kisten felt me draw away and turned to look out the front window, placing his hands back on the wheel. I had told him not to make my decisions for me; I suppose I deserved every sordid detail. Stomach twisting, I said, 'Go on.'
Kisten stared at nothing as the traffic passed, accentuating the point of stillness in the car. 'I killed my second about a year later,' he said, his voice flat. 'She was an accident. I managed to keep from ending anyone
