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Bradford ran his hand over his bright blue tie. “Don’t worry, Ryker. I’ll be on hand to make certain everyone is on the same page.”
In other words, Bradford would make certain that everyone followed her father’s orders. That was the way he’d always worked. When her father said jump, Bradford made sure that everyone leapt into the sky.
Midas’s phone rang.
Automatically, her gaze jerked down. The ringing came from the front pocket of his jeans.
Midas made no move to pull out his phone.
Joyce frowned. “You need to get that?”
“Nope,” Midas replied, voice smooth. “It’s just a wrong number.”
“How do you know that?” Calvin demanded. “You didn’t even look at the phone!”
The phone rang again.
Sighing, Midas pulled it out of his pocket. He briefly glanced at the screen. “Yep, like I said, wrong number.”
But his grip seemed too tight around the phone.
“Same number called earlier,” he murmured. “Calling me was a mistake then, and it’s a mistake now.”
Her gaze whipped to his face. The call earlier had been about his father. About the victims he claimed were out there.
Midas turned his head and met her gaze. “Wrong number,” he said once more.
Chapter Eleven
“We both know it wasn’t a wrong number.” The first words that Alina had spoken since the limo had left her father’s estate.
Her father had insisted that they use the car and his driver. A privacy screen separated Midas and Alina from the man up front. Tinted windows prevented anyone from peering in the back and watching them.
As for the lawyer in what had probably been a three-thousand-dollar suit? He’d left on his own but vowed to meet them for the actual viewing of the bodies. He’d high-tailed it away before Midas and Alina had left her father’s estate.
The remainder of their group? The detectives were driving in front of the limo. Yep, they had a whole caravan routine going.
And Alina was staring at him with worry in her eyes.
Midas’s legs sprawled in front of him. Alina perched next to him. He knew she was not going to let this matter go. Meanwhile, it was the last thing he wanted to talk about.
“It was your father, wasn’t it? On the phone?”
“They don’t just let convicted killers call whoever they want, so, no, that wasn’t Henry.” A roll of one shoulder. “But it was the warden’s number again, yes.”
“And you ignored the call.”
Indeed, he had. “Kinda busy with you right now.”
Her eyes narrowed.
How was she not getting this? “You are the priority for me.” He didn’t like that the cops wanted her to ID the bodies. He’d seen the suspicion in the detectives’ eyes. They thought Midas was guilty. That he’d stepped over the line and killed the two men who’d taken Alina.
But these murders weren’t his.
“After we finish at the lab, you and I will be moving to a new location.” He’d finalized arrangements while she’d been finishing in the shower earlier.
“Why?”
