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There was no point in arguing further with Chase. A small part of Kia admitted she was afraid that perhaps Drew had been angry enough to do this. She hadn't seen it, though. Drew had a pattern to his anger, and he hadn't shown an escalation into rage.
Detective Allen had his own electronics investigator in there now, she heard him report. And still, she couldn't figure out why this has happened.
"Kia? Little one?" Khalid knelt in front of her as Chase and Cameron talked, only a few feet away from her. "You should let Chase take you back to the apartment. Get drunk. Get mad. "
He touched her hands where they lay folded in her lap.
"My limo is just outside," he told her. "Fully stocked. You can drink until you get there. "
She stared into his black eyes and sniffed at the tears that began to run down her face again.
His expression creased painfully. Reaching into his suit jacket he pulled free a handkerchief and wiped her eyes gently.
"Ah, little one, I would make this all better if I could. " His eyes were filled with anger.
Kia shook her head before taking the handkerchief he pressed into her fingers.
"I'm okay. " She cleared her throat, aware of Chase watching her now, concern heavy in his face. "I'll be okay. "
It was just an apartment. They were just things. She was okay, her parents were okay, and Chase was okay. Things could be replaced. But they were her things. Five years of memories and what little comfort she had been able to draw from them during the two years she had forced herself to withdraw from her earlier life.
"Carl, I need to get her out of here," Chase said to the detective standing at his side. "She's had it. "
Carl nodded. "We're almost done here. I'll let you know when you can get a cleaning crew in, but I want to wait and see what the lab comes up with, make sure they don't need anything else before I release it. "
"If you need her, you know where she'll be. " Chase nodded.
She would be in his home, in his bed. She would be safe. He was going to make damned certain of it.
As he turned back to her, Khalid rose from in front of her, shoving his hands in his slacks as he watched her straighten shakily from the bench.
She hated this. Hated feeling helpless and endangered. She had never felt endangered in her entire life. Not like this. And the feeling was threatening the last shreds of her control.
"Let's get you home," he said, his voice tight. "Cameron, Jaci, and Khalid will be with you for a while. I have a few things I have to take care of. "
Kia paused, knowing instinctively what those few things were, and she wasn't having it.
"Chase. " She finally shook her head again as she fought to make sense of everything. "Drew wasn't involved with this. If you go after him yourself, I'll walk out of that apartment of yours so fast it will make your head spin. Do you understand me?"
His eyes narrowed on her. "I'll take care of this, Kia. "
"Do you understand me?" She stared back at him. "If you want me to trust you, then you have to trust me as well. You'll get proof. You won't handle this like some Western gunslinger intent on revenge. Are we clear?"
She watched the rage move, lightning-fast, through his gaze before resignation darkened the icy-green color of his eyes.
"I'm getting damned tired of you defending him," he burst out.
"And I'm getting damned tired of worrying about having his broken neck on your conscience," she snapped right back. "And don't you dare try to pretend it wouldn't affect you, Chase. Especially if you found out he was innocent. "
"Do I look stupid?" The edge of silky danger in his voice had her shaking her head slowly.
"No, but you do look very very angry, Chase. And if you confront Drew now, you won't be confronting him over this. " She waved her hand to the apartment across from her. "You would be confronting him over the past. And that I simply won't have. "
He watched them leave the building. The way Falladay enclosed Kia among him, Khalid, and Khalid's chauffeur bodyguard.
Ian Sinclair and Cameron were behind them. All moved into the limo except Sinclair. He got into Chase's car and the two vehicles moved out together.
She was alive. He had known she was alive for the past week, and he still wasn't certain how he felt about it. Was he glad or sad? Happy or angry that she had survived?
