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“I have eyes on Kiera Thatch,” the man who’d identified himself as Memphis Camden told Alina. “Her parents are keeping close tabs on her, too. She’s not even talking to her best friends, but I think I can get you close to her.”
Alina tugged at her sleeves again. For some reason, she wanted to keep hiding the bandages that still encircled her wrists. She hadn’t thought about the bandages at all when she’d been with Midas in the bedroom.
Her gaze darted to the bedroom door. Midas had rushed in there moments before, saying that he needed to make calls.
“He’s talking to my brother-in-law.”
Her stare whipped to the other man, Lane. He…unnerved her. A handsome man, yes, but there was something unsettling about the intensity of his eyes and the grimness that seemed to cling to him.
Midas was always controlled. Too controlled?
But this man felt like a volcano that was getting ready to explode.
Lane’s lashes flickered. “You look like you’re afraid of me.” His lips thinned. “I take it that you’re familiar with my story?”
Alina shook her head. “Should I be?”
He backed up a step. Surprise flashed, momentarily lightening the grimness of his features.
“She’s on the ice twenty-four, seven,” Memphis noted with a wave of his hand. “Guess she missed your news coverage.”
She seemed to be missing a lot of news.
“Did you know about Midas’s past?” Lane asked.
“I—” Her attention shifted back to the closed bedroom door. “When I first met Midas, I didn’t even know he’d been hired as my bodyguard.”
“Sonofabitch,” Lane exclaimed.
***
“Listen, you sonofabitch,” Midas snarled into the phone. “I want answers. I am trying to keep your daughter safe, and you are lying to me.”
“I want my daughter home! I need her—”
“I just spoke to Oliver Foxx. He has no idea who you are. He swears he didn’t tell you to hire me.”
“But, but—” The words fell into a stark silence. Then… “I-I was sent an email from him. I called the number listed and talked to him personally.”
No, he hadn’t. “When did you talk to him?”
“The day before you came to my office.”
Midas closed his eyes. “Oliver Foxx has been on his honeymoon for the last two weeks. He’s been island hopping, and he only got phone service today.” One of the reasons for the trip—Oliver had wanted to be completely alone with Lark. But Lane had reached him earlier, and Midas had just made contact with him and—
And whoever actually talked to Ryker knew that Oliver would be unreachable for an extended period of time. Someone has been planning this. Working so carefully.
“What’s happening?” Ryker demanded, and a note of fear had entered his voice.
***
“Liars really piss me the hell off.” A muscle flexed along Lane’s jaw. “People should be exactly who they say they are.”
Memphis slanted him a glance. “This about your sister and Oliver? Dude, the man apologized. If I can get past you locking me in a freezer, then you can get past—”
“Being locked away for murders I didn’t commit? No, I can’t. And you’re not over that freezer shit, either. Don’t act like you are.”
Memphis pursed his lips. “You’re right. I hold grudges, too. Guilty.”
