Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) by Penny Knight (good english books to read txt) 📗

even have a job. I’m the one who investigates when the cops get it wrong. And it just so happens that goes down a lot.

Although I dare say the cops won’t care about this. It’s just another report number to them. Something to give to insurance companies and they are off to some other accident, with two other people who weren’t concentrating and arguing over whose fault it is.

Says the woman who’s doctor just said she shouldn’t be driving at all, let alone under medication.

“Did you hear me?” He clicks his fingers for my attention.

He gets it, along with my eyebrows flying up.

“She thinks it’s my fault.” He shakes his head. “Can you tell the cops what you saw? She’s looking for a free meal ticket.”

First, if I were going to do him any favours, that flew out the window along with my eyebrows.

I remember exactly what I saw. He was on his phone, not the hands-free phone call. He was holding the phone to his ear and steering with the other. The woman was stopped, waiting to turn right. That I remember because I was watching, wondering why the hell she wasn’t going on a green light. My focus was on her as my impatience grew and noticed her enthralled on her phone. Then, his black Ute just cruised into the intersection, his eyes on the lights only. He then throws his head back in laughter. Not once looking down at the small hatch that still hadn’t turned.

“It was your fault,” I say. Hopefully, the truth will get him to move his god damn car out of the way. He could have stopped very easily. If she had broken down and a child was in the car, this douche’s lack of concentration could have resulted in something a lot worse.

He raises his brow, mouth parting. Did he think that because I was his age, I was going to take his side? Or does he think because of his good looks I wouldn’t notice how much of an asshole he sounds like?

“Well, you must be blind and stupid just like her,” he says.

That answered that question.

I can see how he would think that of the other woman. She was too busy checking her emails or whatever she was doing to notice she could turn right. And he was too self-centred to look down and pay attention. Me, I’m neither blind nor stupid. What I am, though, is pissed.

There’s no need to reply to him, nor wait any longer. Thanks to him trying to get people in his corner and snitch to the cops. And the woman’s tendency to pace while she talks. There’s a small opening between the crash site.

I unplug my phone from the dash and direct it in front of him, snapping a picture.

“Hey!” He jumps back.

That’s the smartest thing he’s done in our entire interaction. My foot hits the pedal hard and the car lunges forward as I drive off, barely missing him.

His curses fade into the background as I slow down to pass the scene. I take more pictures, ones with the plates and the cars to make sure this moment is time stamped.

No worries buddy, I will make that statement, just like you asked for. But not now. Now I have another place I need to be. And if I don’t make it on time to set up, I could very well miss Richard Carrington in the act with his girlfriend.

Once I find a parking spot, I only have a minute to gather everything I need and go over my assignment.

My mark, Mr. Richard Carrington, Commercial Litigation lawyer, married, one child, two Mercedes, one Bugatti, Shih Tzu owner, and according to Mrs. Carrington, one mistress. Now, with the way I’m feeling at the moment, I would have passed this appointment to Topher to stakeout. But the only reason for me dragging my ass out of bed today was because we had that cheater by the balls.

At a glance, this meeting was nothing unusual, just your typical boring meeting with a boring corporate executive about boring litigation at a boring hotel. Well, scrap that last part. This hotel was anything but boring. If I’m honest, this is the most beautiful piece of architecture I have ever seen. Maybe in real life that experience is limited. But with the travel documentaries I’m obsessed with, I could argue I’m an expert.

It was the hotel that gave me the lead and the ridiculous price for a spa room. Six hundred and fifty dollars for one night. That’s rent money for two weeks. Not for Carrington, though. Why else would I have followed him from his squash match last night, to a bank teller where he withdrew that exact amount? Coincidence? One thing I learnt fast in my line of work, coincidences mean you are on the right path. That is why I’m here and not squirming in pain under covers in my dark room.

I’ve followed Carrington for eight days now. Sat in front of his workplace, followed him to business meeting after business meeting. Tracked him to his squash session, tennis lessons and if today was a bust, then tonight to his poker game, But, my gut tells me this is it and when it speaks, I have learned to listen.

My phone rings in the centre dashboard, and it’s surprising how loud the vibration sounds as it hits the plastic, like a physical hit to my head. These pills need to kick in soon.

“Topher?” I let out a deep breath to release some tension.

“It’s so freaking hot today, and the generator bugs out when I plug the aircon in the circuit,” he says.

“This shouldn’t take too long.” I try to soothe his annoyance.

“It’s like 50 degrees in here.” It is, and he’s in a blacked-out van with a heap of surveillance gear, but there isn’t much I can do about it. I’m sitting here with a whopper of a headache, but I can’t do