Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Jan Graham Page B

front of him. He didn’t want to give Angel any indication how shocked he was at the items she had produced. Steve sifted through the weapons, checking them thoroughly, removing bullets from the guns as he did.
    “I’ve been cleaning,” Angel said softly. “I thought you might be able to get some DNA or something to solve a few crimes.”
    “Thank you.” Steve couldn’t believe what he was looking at and really had no idea what the appropriate response should be.
    “There’s a tax invoice in the bag as well. I think it might be for a lockup that Samuel had. I don’t know what you’ll find in there,” Angel said weakly.
    Steve rummaged through the bag and pulled out the crumpled sheet of paper. He took out his mobile phone and dialled his boss. Steve gave the details needed and hung up. He watched as Angel walked into the kitchen, returning with a plate of cracker biscuits.
    “Is that the same storage facility information you gave to Adrian Hastings early this morning?” Steve watched the look of shock and confusion fill Angel’s face.
    “How do you know Adrian was here?” Angel’s hands trembled as she sipped her coffee. Steve hoped she assumed the police had Adrian under surveillance and that they followed him to her house last night.
    “Just answer the question, Angel. I can’t explain how we know.” Steve knew he couldn’t mention the surveillance of the house. It had taken so long to get the residence bugged in the first place, and finally, it had paid off. He couldn’t risk her insisting they remove it. Particularly if Hastings had a taste of something that he might come back for.
    “I told Adrian about the storage facility, yes. But he doesn’t know the address.” Angel sighed. She appeared tired, like she was struggling to find the answers to Steve’s questions. “I have to text him the address, so you better get there first. I’ll send the address to him when you have finished doing your cop stuff with it.”
    “You told him there were receipts in the garbage he took. He has the address, Angel, and he would have found the receipts by now.” Steve was annoyed. If she intended to give the police the address, why tell Hastings about it.
    “I lied. There is only one receipt, and you have it. You have the address, not him. I had intended to ring the station on Monday and ask to see you. But you called in this morning for a nice social chat and saved me the trouble.” Steve heard Angel take a sip of her coffee. Even the slightest noise echoed loudly in his head. He was leant forward and rubbed his temples.
    “Is it a hangover, or have you been working hard?” she asked. He heard another sip.
    “Both.” Steve’s head was pounding, and everything going so well was making him nervous. Angel was definitely an observant woman. Most civilians wouldn’t even notice if the cop talking to them had a headache. He knew Angel didn’t particularly like him. In fact, she had asked to speak to Markham instead of Steve the first time he had interviewed her regarding Samuel’s death, stating that Markham was less intimidating than Steve. Maybe the request had added to Steve’s bad attitude during that initial interview.
    “So what else did you want to know about my visit from Adrian?” Angel picked up a cracker and started to eat it.
    “I want to know everything, Angel. What was in the parcel the courier came to pick up yesterday afternoon?” Steve was going to ask anything and everything if she was in a mood to talk. “Where is the ledger he wants? What movies does he have of you? How did you get mixed up in all this and why did you stay with that creep, Barnard? Why did you fuck Hastings? And why the fuck didn’t you call me and tell me all this was going on with Hastings weeks ago?”

    Angel took a deep breath. She had woken up not long before Steve had knocked on her door. She hadn’t had time to prepare for this. Angel knew that answers were needed, but there was something more