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“I hear you.” He scratched at his beard. “So, what are we going todo?”
“The only thing we can do is find a Draco attorney and try to make sure she’s represented and protected.” I slid my finger across my screen. “Of course, given the fact that it’s a Sunday and we’re nowhere near our Boston law firm, this could betricky.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s already at least one lawyer here. That should help.” Stephen crossed his arms over his chestproudly.
My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean there’s already a lawyerhere?”
“I ran across one yesterday, mid-morning.” He frowned. “He wasn’t on any list for pick up, but he wasfrustrated…”
"Frustrated how?" I stepped closer to Stephen, who froze. "Relax. This is important so spit it out and try not to forget anydetails."
Stephen took a deep breath. "Okay, so he rented a car at the airport, Enterprise, but they didn't have the car yet. It was at another lot in the area. He was going to have to wait a couple of hours for it to get delivered. He was furious, and announced he couldn't wait there." He shook his head as he recalled the events. "He spotted me waiting for the next guests near baggage claim and rushed over, demanding I drive him to the other side of town to pick up hiscar."
"He needed a car?" Ifrowned.
"Yes, I asked him about that. I explained I had a list of people to pick up and he wasn't on it, but if he wanted, I could drop him at the Biltmore when I brought everyone else. I had room this next trip, since I was only driving acouple."
"How did you know he was a lawyer?" I tilted my head as I waited for hisresponse.
"Well, when I told him I was working for the Draco Corporation and couldn’t drive just anyone who needed a ride, he pulled out a business card and explained he was a Draco lawyer and how else would he know about the event? Then he explained he wasn't staying at the Biltmore, some empty excuse about crowds, but I had the feeling he didn't want to be seen and his presence was a surprise orsomething."
"What makes you say that?" I eyed himcuriously.
"The guy wore a baseball cap and had the collar on his pea coat pulled up around his face.” Stephen demonstrated the posture the lawyer hadused.
"Did you catch his name?" I drummed my fingers on thetable.
Stephen shook his head. “His finger covered his name when he showed me the business card. He did it real intentional-like."
"Could you pick him out if you saw him?" I was already opening the browser on my phone and pulling up the Abingdon, Betters, and Morsewebsite.
"Probably. The man was an ass. He really left an impression." The driverchuckled.
I held up my phone so he could see the screen, which was open to the About page, with a picture of the firm’s lawyers on it. "Is he one of theseguys?"
Stephen reached out to hold my phone and enlarged the picture with his fingers. "Yeah. This one right here. He's a real piece of work, but maybe he can help Miss Peri. We don't have to like him, we just have to saveher."
I licked my lips and nodded. He'd just pointed out Spencer Morse. Almost everything was falling into place. Now if I could just figure out why he was doing this and how to save Peri, I'd begolden.
I called the phone number found on the website. Naturally, they didn't share the lawyer’s personal numbers publicly, but they should have an answering service. After just two rings, a womananswered.
"This is the answering servicefor..."
"I know. I need to speak with Spencer Morse," I announced as I interruptedher.
"He's not in today,” she replied. "Can I give him amessage?"
I could feel the heat building already in my gut. Fearing for Peri was as dangerous as being angry when it came to losing control of my shifting abilities. "Tell him Mishal Draco needs to speak with him.Immediately."
There was a hitch in her voice that told me she recognized the family name. "Yes, Mr. Draco. Is this the bestnumber?"
"It is." Then I ended the call. Through the ages, the Draco name had ensured speedy service. If he didn't respond in a reasonable amount of time, then there was a good chance he was the killer we sought and he thought we were onto him. While I waited, I paced. Then I paced some more. When fifteen minutes had gone by with no phone call, I decided it was time to takeaction.
"Let's go." I snapped my fingers at Stephen. He jumped, but followed me out thedoor.
"Where are we going?" he asked as he held the back door open forme.
I shook my head and walked around to the passenger side where I let myself in. At the moment, I seemed completely incapable of uttering more than a few words at a time. "Police station," I grunted. “Hurry.”
