Landon: Justice Series ― Erotica Paranormal Romance by Kathi S. Barton Page B

Right now it’s in the garage in a plastic trash can.”
    He looked over at Steele, a man that he’d worked with before. Teddy had always been impressed with the young man. He was calm and poised. Even sitting there with his daughter in his arms while his wife rested was an illusion. The man was as hard and as strong as his name when he wanted to be. Teddy asked him what he thought.
    “If she said that’s what she knows, then I’d believe her. I can see if I can find the other man if you want. Try to find out his name.” Steele grinned then, a cold calculating grin. “But I have a feeling that you already know who all the parties are, don’t you?”
    “Charles Markey came up missing about two months ago. His wife of nearly thirty years filed the report, saying that he’d been out working. Charlie to his friends was a repo man. Not the sort that came to your home and took your car, but the kind that would try his best to work with you to get whatever it was you were behind on resolved. We had a list of his clients that day, but his wife told us that he had planned to hit a few more that night, so he could get off earlier the next day. He’s not been heard of since.” Steele said that Factory and Markey were pretty close. Teddy nodded. “One of the families that he might have visited that night was Bottom.”
    “So you really do believe me?” Teddy looked over at Dillon and nodded. “What is this going to cost me, agent? No one just believes me without some sort of pay off. I’ve been down this road a few times, and no one just simply takes my word for it.”
    “Not all that trusting, are you?” She shook her head. “I’m going to go by the house on my way home from here. And yours too, to pick up the pot, if you don’t mind. Then I’m going to go on up to the house and have a little talk to Mrs. Bottom. She’s on parole and will be a little more receptive of me if I tell her we’re opening some other cases. I’ll have a look to see if Michael Collins is there or not. If so, he’s in direct violation of his parole, as is his aunt, Bottom. Do you know where the body might be, miss?”
    “Yes. It’s in the well at the back of the property. He sort of told me he was there when I touched the pot. I can’t talk to him like they can, but I can feel things. It’s where he is, trust me.”
    Teddy looked at Steele when he cleared his throat. The man was smiling again, and this time it was a little friendlier.
    “She’s right. I had someone check, and that’s just where he is. Mr. Markey is here now should you have any questions for him.” Teddy asked a few and Steele got him what he needed, and then when he stood up, so did Steele.
    “You’re a good man, Steele. I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but you’re nothing like your father. But then I think I always knew that.” He looked over at Dillon. “I’m to understand that you’re hiding out for a little while. Well, Mrs. Logan, I sure hope you get whatever it is taken care of. If you don’t, then you give me a call and we’ll work something out. I help those who help me, and you’ve done me a great service in helping me take a murderer off the streets.”
    He was nearly to the door when she stopped him. “You know who I am. You know that...who told you that I was hiding out? And if you tell me it was a ghost, I’m going to hit you. There can’t be that many necromancers in one town.”
    “No, not a ghost, but then I guess I have one with me all the time. But I heard from Landon. He called me right after I talked to Ray. He said that I was to be nice to you or he’d have my liver for dinner. Never expected him to be so protective of anyone. But now that I met you, I can tell him that you were worth the threat. And as for the people trying to find you, I won’t say a word. No one will.” She didn’t look as if she believed him, but he left her anyway with that. He’d just have to work at keeping his word to prove it to her, he