Meant To Be - Heaven Hill Series #1

Chapter Eight

Meredith sat in the same chair she had been sitting in for hours. Overnight and into early morning, she had watched Denise all but move out. Liam Walker and a few other members of Heaven Hill were loading suitcases into Denise's car and standing around looking menacing. Tyler Blackfoot, the best friend and handsome Native American, had stalked like a shadow watching over the group. What had happened? Was Denise an old lady now? It was obvious that Liam had offered protection of some sort, otherwise the club wouldn't have had a show of force like that. Did the window the men had boarded up figure into any of this?

"What am I missing?" she questioned herself, biting the nail of her index finger.

She wanted to expose the illegal activities of the club. That kind of story would do amazing things for her career. And it would get part of the criminal element out of Bowling Green. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin what had become a friendship with Denise. However, in her heart she knew that Denise was the key to breaking them. Meredith didn't want to use her, but realized she would if she had to. That didn't sit well with her, never in her career had she used someone she was close with. She could almost taste the praise that her boss would give her, and she craved that approval. It just didn't feel as victorious as she had assumed it would.

The last motorcycle and Denise's car had left roughly forty five minutes before. Maybe she could go look around, see if they had left any clues. She put on her running shoes and grabbed her iPhone before walking out the door. She stopped in her driveway to stretch like she normally did before a run and then casually jogged down the street. As she got to Denise's house, she walked up the front porch and tried the door.

"Son of a bitch, they left it unlocked," she breathed, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

Once inside, she let her eyes adjust to the darkness before scanning the room. It was obvious that they had left in a hurry but care had also been used to pack certain things. She made her way to the room where the window had been boarded up. On the dresser in the corner she found a brick with Bosnian writing on it.

"Bingo."

She couldn't read Bosnian but knew a few people who could. Using her iPhone, she took pictures of it from different angles as well as a picture of the window that it had obviously come through.

"I don't think so." The voice was deep and authoritative with a slight southern accent that caused her skin to prickle with awareness.

It belonged to Tyler Blackfoot. He wasn't supposed to be here, there were no bikes outside. She turned around, hand on her hip. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question. Give me the phone," he motioned with his hand. The man was larger than life and beautiful really, but right now he was annoying her.

"I live in the neighborhood, I was worried."

He smirked, white teeth showing against his tan skin. "But you don't live in this house do you? Give me the phone," he said again.

"It's my property."

"And you are trespassing. Do you know how much I'd love to call the cops on you and then take your picture as you come out of jail?"

Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't. The door was unlocked."

"Try me. Anyway, just because it was unlocked doesn't mean you should be coming in here uninvited."

Sighing, she handed over the phone to him. "I could give you a tip about the Vojnik," she smiled seductively.

"I'm listening," he muttered as he ran back through the pictures that she had taken.