Unseen (Will Trent / Atlanta Series)

belonged in the morgue. Before Will started dating Sara, everything he ate was an on-the-go type of meal, whether it was a bowl of cereal he downed while standing over the sink or the hot dogs he bought at the gas station on his way home.
    Now when Will went home, that usually meant Sara’s apartment and something for dinner that didn’t roll under a heat lamp all day.
    Or it meant that for the time being.
    Finally, the red light flashed on the coffee machine. Will pressed down the handle on the pod and watched the hot liquid squirt out. The smell reminded him of the cloying perfume some women wear in an attempt to hide the odor of cigarettes.
    He refilled the water tank for another round. The hazelnut scent wafted into his nostrils as he stirred powdered creamer into the first mug. Will had never liked the taste of coffee, but he madeSara’s for her every morning. She liked it strong with no fancy flavoring. He’d started to associate the smell with her.
    Will put down the spoon and stared at the machine.
    There was no use fighting it anymore. He gave in completely to thinking about Sara, letting his mind consider all the things he was going to lose. Feeling her long auburn hair tickle his face. Tracing his lips along the freckles at the small of her back. Watching her chest blush bright red when he touched her. Then there was the way she would sometimes kiss him, showing him with her mouth what she wanted him to do.
    “Will?”
    He looked up, surprised to find Faith Mitchell standing in the doorway.
    She asked, “What’s wrong? You look sick.”
    The red light was flashing. Will loaded another pod. “You want one?”
    “If I have any more caffeine today, my head will explode.”
    “Emma keep you up?”
    Emma was Faith’s ten-month-old daughter. Will knew the baby was with her father this week, but he listened to Faith like it was the first time he was hearing the news.
    “Anyway.” Faith rounded out the litany of complaints about her baby’s daddy by asking, “What do you think about coincidences?”
    Will recognized a trick question when he heard one.
    She said, “Like, you’re working an undercover case one minute and the next minute you’re sucked into another Lena Adams shit-storm.” She held out her hands in an open shrug. “Coincidence?”
    “We always knew it was possible I’d run into her.”
    “We
did
?” She raised her voice high on the last word, like she was questioning a toddler.
    Will turned his attention back to the coffee machine. He slowed down his movements, feigning uncertainty so that Faith would take over.
    Instead of taking the bait, she told him, “Sara called me about fifteen minutes ago.”
    Will concentrated on filling the water tank precisely to the mark.
    “She knows the state investigates officer-involved fatalities.”
    He loaded up the next pod.
    “She wanted to know what was going on with Jared.” Faith paused a moment, then added, “She didn’t want to bother you with it, but we both know she’s terrified of you getting mixed up with Lena, so …” Faith shrugged. “I told her I’d look into it.”
    Will cleared his throat. “That should be easy. Amanda’s putting you in charge of the investigation.”
    “Well, great, but I didn’t know that when I told Sara. I was lying to her. Just like I was lying when I agreed that it’s a good thing you’re working undercover God-knows-where and you’re not going to get sucked into this, because I’m not sure if you know this, but Sara is terrified of you being around Lena.”
    Will checked the kitchen drawers for sweeteners. He found two pink packets and tore off the tops.
    Faith said, “You know Sara thinks Lena’s responsible for her husband’s murder. I pretty much agree with her, by the way.”
    Will tapped the sweetener into the mug.
    “She’s also going to think it’s Lena’s fault that Jared was shot, which, considering her history, is a real possibility.” Faith paused again. “Actually, it’s a pattern now. I saw it back when you were investigating Lena Adams a year and a half ago. People who get close to her end up dead. Sara’s right to be scared. Jared’s just the latest casualty.”
    Will tossed the trash into the garbage can. Stainless steel, just like the appliances. He wondered if Amanda had used her own money.
    Faith needled, “Jared, Sara’s stepson by her dead husband who she thinks Lena got murdered.”
    The red light started flashing on the coffee machine. Willpressed