Angels (Nevada James #3) (Nevada James Mysteries) Read Online Free PDF

it’s
blackmail…but I got greedy and now there’s a target on me.”
    I wasn’t
sure what to make of this. It was possible Krystal was paranoid because she’d
been drugged out of her head for the last several years. But then again, maybe
there really was more to it than that. “Krystal, if someone is after you then
you need to go to the police. It’s what they’re there for.”
    Krystal
made a high-pitched noise like a caged bird. “Do you really think they’d take
me seriously?” she screeched. “I know what I look like to other people, Nevada,
but you always believed me. My angel, Nevada. You always believed in me.”
    I
wouldn’t have gone that far, but I got the point. “You never lied to me,” I
said. “That meant something to me.”
    “I’m not
lying now.” She grunted. “Bring me enough money to get out of here and I’ll
tell you everything. You can go to the cops. They’ll believe you. You’re their
golden girl. You’re their shining golden girl.”
    If I’d
been wondering if she was high right now, after that last sentence, I didn’t
need to wonder anymore. She was messed up out of her damn mind . “You
have to give me something first,” I said. “What is it you know about?”
    “Come
see me.”
    “Tell me
what we’re dealing with first.”
    She went
silent again, save for the heavy breathing, and I waited. Krystal had always
liked to do things in her own way. I could tolerate it for another few minutes.
All I had on my agenda for the evening was Netflix and bed.
    “I know
about a murder,” she finally said. “Three murders, really, but it’s the last
one. The last one was the wrong one, Nevada. Can you believe that shit? It was
the wrong fucking one.”
    I shook
my head, and then took a minute to feel like an idiot because I’d wanted her to
see that and of course she couldn’t. “What does that even mean?”
    “That’s
all you get,” she said. “Three murders. Come see me and bring money.” She
rattled off an address I recognized as being in a particularly bad part of the
city.
    “No,” I
said.
    She
screeched again. “I’m telling the truth!”
    “I
believe you,” I said. “At least I believe you’ve got something worth
hearing. But I’ve got a bad ankle and I’m not going out tonight. Certainly not
to that shithole block.”
    “Come
tomorrow, then.”
    I
sighed. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll come tomorrow and listen to what you have to say.
Listen, Krystal, I always liked you, but you really need to not be wasting my
time here.”
    “I’m
not.” She sounded both relieved and even more frantic now. I didn’t know how
that was possible. Really good drugs, maybe.
    “At the
least I’ll get you a bus ticket out of the city,” I said. “Or…don’t take my
head off for suggesting this, but I can get you into a rehab.” Her breathing
stopped. “I’ll pay for it. I have the money. You get in a car with me and I’ll
drive you up to Hope Springs. It’s a clinic in Anza-Borrego. The admin up there
owes me a favor. If he hasn’t got a bed, he’ll know someone who does.”
    She didn’t
say anything, but I could hear her breathing again so I knew she hadn’t hung up
on me. “You’d do that for me?”
    “Yes.”
    She made
a small sound that might have been a chuckle, but I wasn’t sure. “You really
are an angel, Nevada.”
    “I can
guarantee you’re the only person on Earth who thinks so,” I said. “Will you go
with me?”
    I
already knew the answer, but I pretended I didn’t while she deliberated
silently. “I…I don’t think so,” she said. “If I get out of here, maybe I can
get clean on my own. I want to, Nevada. I really do. I just have to get out of
here.”
    I wasn’t
going to push it. Rehab had been a longshot. And it wasn’t like I’d ever gone
to one. It wouldn’t have worked for me. Some people swore by it, though. “Will
you at least talk to me about it tomorrow?” I asked. “I won’t force you to go.
If you decide not