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“Motherfucker.” Whoever the fuck this woman was, she needed to be caught and out of our lives.
“Pretty much. We’re asking the police to dust for fingerprints. It’s a crime scene now, so we’re not allowed on the premises. They’re working on allowing my team to help theirs since they’re backlogged. I should know within the hour. Until then, the cops aren’t letting anything happen except the removal of the body. The good news is they’re cooperating. But we don’t have whoever is behind this. We tracked the stalker through the camera feeds. She had no interaction with anyone we saw except with security. Proper protocols were followed through this.”
This wasn’t good news. “Keep me posted.”
“I will. I’m calling Joe’s team next. He’s offered to dig into Sawyer’s parents?
?? past since he already had a good bit of information. I think he’s found something. I can patch him through, or do you want to find out when you get there?”
If it was bad, in the car wasn’t the place to tell Sawyer. I wanted her home, in a place I knew was safe. “Tell him to come to the apartment when we get there.”
Before we got off the plane, I needed to inform Sawyer.
Shit.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sawyer
Someone had been murdered to steal an identity. The stalker was still on the loose. It was hard to wrap my head around it. I struggled to remain calm while I was freaked out inside—scared out of my wits. This took creepy-stalker to a whole new level. One where I was dead and she kept my baby for herself to live some fairytale life with Kurt. And Joe had found something more about my parents. What else can go wrong?
We were sitting on the couch, and I was thankful to be home. Kurt waited for my response. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“I know.”
What could we do? It’s not like we could go on the hunt for the crazy stalker killer lady. The thought sent a shiver through me. “What do we do now? Is Joe coming over?”
“We wait to see what Steve uncovers. I’ll send Joe a text to let him know we’re ready.”
Kurt had no idea what Joe had found. There was an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach about what was to come.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Kurt briskly walked to the door. Joe stood in the doorway, his posture more rigid than usual, his black tie loosened.
“Hey, Joe. I didn’t scream this time, but you magically appeared.”
Even though he kept his lips clamped closed, I could tell Joe found me amusing. When I was around Knoah, I tended to be loud, and the security men—good-looking men—appeared like magic.
“It’s good to have you back, Ms. Wade. I’ll inform the men the noise level may increase.”
I clicked my tongue and gave him a thumbs-up. “That’s probably a good plan.”
The way his mouth flattened, I knew this visit wasn’t going to be pleasant. Humor helped me cope with things.
“I hear congratulations are in order. August, correct?”
“Thank you. Yes, August twenty-first.”
Kurt motioned to the black leather couches. “Come on in. I assume you want to talk to us about Sawyer’s parents.”
And we’re right back to the cold, brutal truth.
“Yes, thank you.” His eyes grew more serious as we left behind the lighter part of our conversation. On the mahogany coffee table, he laid out a handful of manila envelopes, which only heightened the shaky feeling I had. Kurt sat beside me, putting his arm behind my head.
“I’ve been collaborating with Steve and offered to help with the more intensive background checks of everyone’s family, friends, and known associates. I did this as well when your neighbor, Jessica, was killed. I’m afraid I missed something.”
The knot in my stomach grew as I waited for the other shoe to drop.
