Security Measures. Joanna Wayne

know no Kelly.”

      Vincent pulled his weapon and held the tip of the barrel against Byron’s right temple. “Who paid you?”

      The guy broke into a serious sweat. It poured down his face like rain.

      “Okay, okay. Some guy paid me, but I don’t know his name. He just said to start luring Kelly to the park and find out things about her.”

      “What kind of things?”

      “Who her friends are. What hours her mom’s home. That sort of thing.”

      “Why did you run out on her last night?”

      “I didn’t, man. I was never here.”

      “That’s not what you said in the e-mail.”

      “I say what he tells me to say. Last night he told me not to show, then he told me to act like I did.”

      “Why didn’t he want you to show last night?”

      “I don’t know, dude. I don’t ask questions. I just do as I’m told. I got some gambling debts. I need the money.”

      “Did your friend tell you to set up this meeting today?”

      “No, and he’s not a friend. Look, please put that gun down. I’ll tell you everything, just put that gun down, please.”

      Vincent lowered the gun. The guy was scared, and his gut feeling was that Byron was finally telling the truth.

      “Why did you come today without being told to?”

      “I got scared last night when they told me not to show. Kelly’s got some issues with her mother and all that, but she’s a nice kid. I didn’t want to see her get hurt.”

      “And you think the guy planned to hurt her?”

      “I didn’t know. He said he wasn’t, but he was into her, you know what I mean. He kept asking questions about her and last night, he wanted her here, but he didn’t want me anywhere around.”

      “How did you meet this guy?”

      “I got an e-mail from him. He already knew all about me. Knew I was out of work. Knew I was in trouble with the gambling debts.”

      “Why didn’t you call the cops?”

      “Man, I can’t mess with the cops. I mean, I been in trouble before.”

      “For picking up girls on the Internet?”

      “Maybe.”

      Vincent put the gun back to his head. “Yes or no?”

      “Yeah, but I didn’t do anything they didn’t want to do.”

      But enough that he couldn’t go to the cops with this. Tyrone would have known that and that’s why he chose him to do his dirty groundwork.

      But last night, Tyrone or one of his henchmen had been in this very park waiting for Kelly. If Vincent hadn’t seen her sneak away from the house… If he hadn’t been with her…