You Do What You Have To - 19

 

Robin started the car, pulled out of the parking space and headed toward Colorado Boulevard, turning left when they got there. By then, Micky had eased up into a normal sitting position, wondering exactly where they were heading. When Robin went west to Broadway, then south again until they crossed into Englewood, Micky finally asked.

 

"To a very safe house," Robin told him.

 

"Way out here?"

 

"Yep. As secure as they come, plus only a few people know about it—and it's comfortable."

 

A few minutes later, Robin turned into a cul-de-sac, drove to the end where there was a small house surrounded by a tall cedar fence. First opening the solid gate in the fence then the door to the attached garage—each one with a remote—Robin pulled the car in and parked.

 

"Welcome to your home away from home."

 

"Think the fence it tall enough?" Micky asked with a slight grin as he got out of the car. 

 

"Yep. Keeps the place private, just the way I like it. And it's monitored by cameras and motion detectors. No one gets over, under, or around it without my knowing."

 

Micky looked at him, cocking his head in question. "Tell me this isn't your house."

 

"Not on paper," Robin replied with a wink, as he unlocked the door from the garage to the house and stepped inside, pausing momentarily, it appeared, to disarm a security box.

 

"Now just a damned second. You said you were taking me to a safe house."

 

"No, what I said was, I was taking you to a house that was safe. This be it." He beckoned, asking, "Are you going to stand there all night?"

 

"I might. I don't like being played, Robin."

 

"I wasn't playing you. But I knew if I told you the house was mine, you'd tell me to get lost."

 

"I still might. Or I would if I knew how to get the hell from here back to the city." Micky sighed. "No, I wouldn't." Looking squarely at Robin, he said, "Who does own it?"

 

"The organization I work for, but with layers between them and the name on the title, which is Leonard Nichols." Robin pointed toward the kitchen, where he was standing, and beckoned to Micky. "You might as well come in, since you're here."

 

With a soft snort, Micky did. Robin shut and locked the door then reset the security.

 

"Is Leonard Nichols one of your aliases?"

 

"No."

 

"Is your name really Robin…Sutton, I think you said."

 

"The Robin part is. Sutton is how Mackenzie and his people know me."