Page 13 of Securing His Heart
He hit pause and started it again when he noticed someone moving in the background, toward them and then backing away when they’d gotten up to move to the table.
The action of the patron shouldn’t have bothered Chris, but it did. The guy left the bar after he and Lindy had taken seats at the table.
“This next bit is from the outside cameras.” Steve leaned over and closed the window of the bar footage and maximized another window.
The screen filled with an image of the street and the man who’d been in the bar rushing down it, he extracted something from his pocket and then pulled it over his face.
“What the fuck?” Chris rewound it and replayed it again, nothing changed from the first time he watched it to the second. The guy who attacked Lindy had been in the bar with them. Watching them.
He hadn’t noticed.
If he could chew his own ass out, he would. Of all the incompetent things in the world, what Chris had done the previous night was high on the list. Never had he not been aware of everything going on around him. He was a Delta for fuck’s sake—he should’ve been aware of the guy.
“Yeah, wait a little more, it gets interesting.” Steve hit another button and the window on the screen split into two, showing the alley and the street they’d just been looking at.
The last thing Chris needed to watch was Lindy being attacked again, but no way could he look away. If he saw the incident again, he might be able to pick something up he’d missed and could tell the police.
After a few minutes of watching cars drift past, Lindy came into screen and the masked bandit came racing out of the alley and snatched her bag.
Chris saw the moment the perp had told Lindy it was only the start, and the stark fear on her face punched him in the gut, and all he wanted to do was reach through the screen and pull her into his arms—like he had last night.
He raced into the picture and the perpetrator dashed down the alley and then the screen went blank.
“Is there anymore?”
None of the other men in the room had spoken while he’d been watching all the footage. No doubt they’d already seen it and were waiting to see what he said and did.
“This is the last one.” Steve, once again, pressed a few buttons and the window lit up another street view.
Chris didn’t recognize it but he recognized the figure dashing out of the darkness and running to a car parked on the street. He expected him to jump in and for the vehicle to zoom off, except it didn’t.
A well-dressed man got out of the car and the bandit handed Lindy’s bag over to him. The other guy took it and unzipped it, looking into the depths of the purse.
“What’s he looking for?” he murmured.
“Whatever it is, it’s not there. Watch.”
The second Steve finished speaking, the man shoved the bag snatcher and slapped him so hard he fell to the ground, clutching at his face.
Two other men got out of the car and punched him where he lay on the ground, before reaching down and throwing him into the back of the car.
The man who still held Lindy’s purse, shook his head and got into the car before it shot off down the street.
Chris sat back and looked at Steve. “This was no random attack. Lindy is in danger.”
“Yes, she is.”
Chapter
Six
Lindy stood under the warm water of the shower and let it cascade over her, hoping it would wash away the events of the last twenty-four hours.
Wishful thinking at its best.
After Chris had walked her to the building and she’d fought with herself not to kiss him, she’d gone up to her office and called the locksmith. The idea that someone could access her house chilled her blood and she wanted to get the locks changed as swiftly as possible.
Luckily, the locksmith could get to her house in thirty minutes. It probably helped that she told him she’d pay him double his going rate if he got to her place quickly. Sometimes having an endless supply of money was helpful.