Page 34 of Angel

“Anything on the cameras?”

I am clinical, only interested in the data because if I allow myself to dwell too much on what may have happened, I’m liable to lose my shit and that wouldn’t help Sophie.

“No.”

Ghost’s tone is ominous.

“They were wiped.”

“An inside job?” I remark and the silence is deafening.

Once again, I tap my fingers on the table, deep in contemplation. My mind processing the information, forming a puzzle without all the pieces.

I turn to Havoc.

“Go and meet Sophie. Tell her to move to the studio penthouse. We will install cameras that can’t be tampered with. Put two men on guard watching the door and place a shadow on her, keep her safe.”

He nods.

I add, “Find out what she knows. Details of the intruder. What he said, his appearance, his tone, anything she can give us.”

I turn to Titan.

“Hack the CCTV surrounding Sophie’s mansion. Run a check on all her employees, any deliveries spanning six months she received. Her friends, her coworkers, anyone close to her.”

“Isn’t Gabriel taking care of that?”

Ghost asks, and I nod. “He is, but it helps to double-check facts from a different perspective.”

I address Havoc. “Reassure her. Tell her to go about business as usual. Offer her a distraction.”

“What distraction?”

All eyes turn to me, and I wonder if I’m losing my mind as I lean back in my chair.

“Sophie needs to be protected. This is serious stalker shit, and a man is dead because of it. Plus, she came to us for help. I haven’t forgotten that, and so we give her what she wants.”

“Are you fucking crazy?”

Titan shakes his head.

“I haven’t told you what it is yet.”

Ghost sighs. “Go on then. What is this great plan of yours?”

I grin. “Tell her there is a man who can help her. Make contact with him. Appear interested and do what she can to win his confidence.”

“What man?”

Havoc leans forward, and I grin.

“There is another gala tomorrow night at the Hilton. She must make contact with him there. She mustn’t let on what her purpose is, but win his trust, and when the time is right, ask for his help with finding her father’s murderer.”

“I repeat, what man?”

I sense their discomfort because they know me so well, and I’m relishing the look on their faces when I turn over my trump card.

I lean back, “The man’s name is Jason Prince.”