Secret Identity (What's Her Secret?) (2 page)

“Letter from your uncle. He basically said what you did. You go by Cici?”

Those fuckers
. “Yeah. Family nickname I kind of hate. Sienna is fine.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I kind of like Cici.” Jay was relaxed enough around her now to wink at her, catching her a bit off-guard. Everything that they had on him pointed to him being gay, but maybe he was just friendly. Or bi.

Or had horrible taste in nicknames.

She followed his lead and shot him an evil glare. “Use it and die.”

“Die laughing,” he shot back quickly. He tossed her an apron. “Here you go. We’d better get started on the scones or we’ll never be ready on time. You can hang your bag up here if you want.” He indicated a row of hooks on the wall behind the office door. He shrugged out of his coat and hung it on a hook then put on the apron he’d taken down from there. She walked over to follow his suggestion then put on her own apron.

She finally processed what he’d said about the scones. “You guys bake here?” She sucked at cooking.

He led the way into the small galley. “Technically yes, though we get the dough pre-made. Today’s batches are in the fridge—I put them in to defrost last night.” He waved his hand at the appliance. “We get a few other baked goods already done. That delivery will come in about half an hour. Bagels, strudels, muffins—that sort of thing. But the scones are our big seller.” He started washing his hands and she stepped up next to him at the sink to follow suit.

“What time do you open up then?” She already knew but played the part of trainee asking obvious questions.

He shot her a glance. “Five, which is why we need to hustle.”

“Gotcha, boss.” She knew she was going to need to be on top of her game around him. He seemed to have a keen sixth sense about people. What she didn’t know was if that made him more likely to be involved with the criminal activity in and out of the building. It could also be that he wasn’t in it but might have information that could help their investigation.

The best way she’d found to learn a person’s true nature was to work alongside them. Some people were chatters, but you could get a good read even on the ones who weren’t if you spent enough time with them.

Sienna tied on her apron and trailed Jay over to the workspace.

Mr Jay Ayers had himself a new shadow.

Chapter Two

By the time the morning rush slowed down, it was after nine. Sienna took the opportunity to bend over and touch her toes, wincing at the tightness in her back and hamstrings. Damn, there was something exhausting about being on your feet all day. Even with only having moved only about ten feet in each direction, she felt like she’d run a marathon.

Jay must’ve spotted her impromptu stretching session, because he laughed sympathetically. “Yeah, you’ll get used to it after a while. Maybe want to go for comfort over fashion tomorrow and wear sneakers instead of boots.”

Sienna straightened up then stretched toward the ceiling. “They’re actually work boots, but maybe I’ll switch it up anyway.”

Jay continued in perpetual motion, taking the time between customers to wipe down the work area. He had a routine that worked, and he went at it hard. He hadn’t taken a break yet.

Sienna had come to the conclusion that Jay wasn’t just putting on a show for the boss’ niece—he was always like this. In her experience, someone could fake it for a little while, but after a while they’d start to slip back into their usual habits. She was beginning to understand why all Harlan could say when they’d questioned him about Jay was that he was a ‘good guy’ and a ‘damn hard worker’.

In fact, she mused, if Jay was this focused on work every day, Harlan probably didn’t do a damn thing outside of some paperwork. She’d tackle the office later on, after closing, when Jay wasn’t around. But if Harlan was here in the office all the time, what the hell had he been doing back there? Playing Candy Crush? Watching porn? He sure hadn’t been behind the counter any of the times she or any of their other team members had come in.

Sienna inhaled deeply. God, she loved the smell of coffee. The cozy café was just the sort of place she liked. Mismatched cushy seats for loungers, small tables with wooden chairs for people who wanted a work space, and free wi-fi. The interior walls were a montage of local art that Jay had said they put up from whoever asked for space, while the outside wall was of exposed brick.

“You need a break, Cici?” Jay asked with a smirk as he wiped down the steaming wand then checked the big brewer that he was using to make a fresh batch for one of the many self-serve vacuum pump carafes they had sitting out along the wall. If customers only wanted a brewed coffee and not an espresso drink, they could throw the correct change in a box and help themselves on the honor system. He continued, glancing at the clock on the microwave they used to warm pastries, “If you do, now’s the time to take it since I’m expecting a delivery soon and I need to have you to cover the counter while I help the driver put stuff away in the back.”

Sienna perked up at the mention of the next stage of her investigation. Changing her initial denial of needing a break at the last second, she said, “Sure. I’ll be back in a bit—and I’ll make sure the bathroom is still clean while I’m at it.”

Her brain began running through the upcoming scene as she hung up her apron and headed out front. The delivery driver was one of the persons of interest to the case, simply because of the regularity of the deliveries, the likelihood that drugs or supplies could be smuggled into the building inside the boxes, and the fact that the driver had inexplicably changed less than two months ago. The previous driver was still working most of the route, just not this delivery and a few others—it seemed odd that the new one was doing such a small route, but they hadn’t been able to find out any useful information or reasoning behind it from the food service company or the delivery dispatch office.

Somebody wasn’t talking, so someone had something to hide.

After a quick breath of fresh air out front, Sienna came back inside and waved at Jay, who was helping a group of three customers. “
Need help
?” she mouthed.

He shook his head and jerked his head toward the narrow hallway that was the only access to the back of the shotgun-style café.

She walked slowly back toward the single, unisex bathroom between the kitchen and the office, absorbing what she could now that she was unobserved. It was an unusual setup for a restaurant, almost as though it had been put in to use a sliver of space. With how long and thin the space was, there were very few uses it could have been put to.

The retrofit into the old building meant that the only way to get from the public area to anything else, including the kitchen, was to pass down the hallway. They did have a service pass-through window they could hand things through, but they had to come out from behind the counter and walk around to actually get into the kitchen itself.

There was an emergency exit to the alley in the hallway—for fire code, she supposed—but both Harlan and Jay had explained that it was kept alarmed at all times due to the not-so-safe nature of the area and its proximity to the office. It was also loud enough to be disruptive to customers, so they just chose not to use the exit.

She examined the alarm affixed to the push bar. It was armed and needed a key to be deactivated. So if someone came in from the outside, it would ostensibly go off until someone either turned it off or closed the door. It wasn’t a logical or easy route in and out, and they’d never seen anyone go through it in their surveillance. The front door was the only real access point then. She sighed and continued down the hall.

The empty office at the very end tempted her but she would stick to the original plan and thoroughly search it and its contents later, after close. There wasn’t much to be found in the tiny kitchen and she already knew it intimately after working in there all morning.

She passed it, went into the bathroom and proceeded to tidy it up, basically killing time until she heard a masculine voice in the hallway.

“You sure? I swear, most places they’re dying to let me help.”

A pause then Jay answered, “Nah. I got it. Boss isn’t actually in today, but I’ve got my routine down. And I have some help.”

“Oh? Did you hire…?”

Their voices became faint and it sounded like they went into the kitchen.

After putting everything away and washing up, she checked her appearance in the mirror. In addition to her usual surge of adrenaline before a ‘performance’, a twinge of nerves tightened her stomach. She ran her fingers over the shockingly distinct bruise on her neck.

Pull it together
.

Head high, she left the room and headed toward the kitchen, pausing outside the door to catch up to the thread of the conversation.

“…seems like a nice girl, and obviously knows what she’s doing around an espresso machine. More help than Harlan, that’s for sure.”

The offhanded praise from Jay pleased her. Hey, she wasn’t immune to flattery, though usually her investigative prowess was the topic rather than her skills as a barista. She stifled a laugh at the thought.

A deep, rich laugh had her moving closer before she caught herself. “I can imagine”—the man chuckled—“though I’m starting to think that your boss is a figment of your imagination, dude. Haven’t seen him working yet, I don’t think, even though he always seems to be in his office.”

“Not today,” Jay reminded the driver, and Sienna heard the distinctive sound of the refrigerator closing. Delivery Guy sure was curious about what happened around here. Lots of questions and leading comments. Was that because he was knee-deep in it and needed to know what had happened to Harlan? Or was he just a nosy talker?

“True. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still haven’t seen him. Or this paragon of a new barista you have working today. Where’s she hiding?”

That was a cue if she ever heard one.

She moved from her place against the wall and stepped through the open doorway.

Jay saw her right away, though he gave only a brief flick of his gaze in her direction. Meanwhile the delivery guy had his back to her, standing with one hand resting on the handle of the hand cart. He was tall and extremely well built. Man, he had the deep V from broad shoulders to relatively narrow waist going in spades. His ass rounded out his uniform pants nicely, almost straining the material. Pretty, short, blond haircut and a tanned neck that obviously took well to the sun. The hint of his face she could see in profile looked handsome and rugged and as though it matched the body.

He’d kind of won the genetic lottery.

“Oh, Cici’s around,” Jay responded in a slightly sarcastic, dry tone of voice she already recognized as a sign he was amused by a situation. He studiously avoided looking at her.

And the fucker was still calling her Cici.

“Cici?” Of course his companion picked right up on that. Didn’t this guy have a timetable on his route or something? Seemed like he was settling in to stand around and shoot the shit all day. “That’s different,” he continued. “Short for Cecilia or something?”

“Something like that,” Jay agreed vaguely as he turned away and washed his hands.

Sienna wondered if he had caught on to the guy’s undue and obvious interest in the goings-on at the café.

Jay dried off with a towel then quickly faced the door again, saying, “Well, I’d better get back out front. You can just leave the paper goods’ boxes in here. I’ll sort them out later with Cici’s help.”

The delivery guy threw his hands up in mock frustration. “Okay, fine. You know, one of these days I’m going to quit offering. Then I’ll bet you’ll need the help. Murphy’s Law.” He took a step back then efficiently slid the last box off the dolly and maneuvered it next to another the same size up against the counter.

He wheeled the dolly around and turned toward the door…and stopped short when he saw Sienna. After a tiny start of surprise, his mouth dropped slightly open while he took her in from head to toe and back up. It was pretty gratifying that she’d caught him off guard. She tried to remain unaffected by his assessment, but had to fight to keep from shifting as his regard was almost like a physical touch.

His expression of shock quickly turned heated, as though he was picking up her vibes, and a smile slowly spread across his face as he studied the hickey on her neck. “Cici?” he ventured in an amused tone of voice. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Hello, Greg.”

Chapter Three

Though seeing her dance partner here wasn’t a surprise—at least for her—her physical reaction to him was.

It’s not every guy who can get you off without even having to take your clothes off
.

That was true, and maybe it had been a mistake to turn ‘bumping into’ him and making contact into a sexual thing. But who would have thought that she’d be in any danger of an intimate interlude right there in public at a club, for God’s sake? She wasn’t a back room kind of girl. The real mistake had probably been approaching him to begin with—though, really, it was hard to say who had been the one to initiate the encounter.

A couple of weeks ago, she’d been reviewing the surveillance reports of the people the team was investigating. She’d taken note of the fact that Greg Mazzeo—the new delivery driver for the café—frequently visited the club section of the very same bar she tended to unwind at. The coincidence had jumped out at her, and she’d mentally filed that away as one of life’s little ironies.