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“Through a large window and a car directly below him that he dropped a rock on. He could have been aiming for the hood, for all we know. That would have caused more damage and inconvenience,” I soothed.
“He might have a gun.”
“So do I. I assure you, I am a far better shot.”
“I can’t let you get hurt.”
I lifted her chin, meeting her worried eyes. “I can’t let you get hurt either. Don’t ask me to let you go alone, Raven. I can’t do that.”
“What do we do, then? Keep letting him attack us? I hide and let him rule our lives?”
“We stick together, and you give me time to find him. We don’t hide. We do what we want as long as we’re careful. The one thing I know right now is that he is listening and doesn’t know we know he is. I have to somehow turn that to our advantage.”
“Then we fight on Saturday. Just like we planned.”
I hated that she was right. “Yes.”
She worried her lip. “What about your other plans?”
“Other plans?”
She slipped her arms around my waist, pressing herself close. “The ones for tonight. That you told me about earlier. You still want to do those?”
I grinned, pleased and surprised she was wanting to ignore the asshole as much as I did. “As long as you’re up to it, Ms. Raven. I certainly am.” I ran my hands down her back, cupping her ass and grinding against her. “Nothing has changed there.”
“I guess you have some work to do, then.”
I lifted her in my arms, and she laughed, wrapping her legs around me. I headed down the hall. “It’s a dirty job, Raven, but someone’s got to do it.”
Her voice was a whisper in my ear, her breath hot on my skin. “Make it really dirty, Damien.”
I lowered her onto the bed, following her down to the mattress.
“Whatever you want, Ms. Raven.”
* * *
Friday morning, I borrowed Egan’s car and drove Raven to work. I wanted to ask her not to go, but I knew she would refuse. I walked her into the building, knowing without a doubt Andy was still around, then once I knew she was safely inside, headed to the office. I called the garage, made arrangements for my car, then called Julian directly, bringing him up to speed on the situation. He listened, not interrupting, then mused in silence for a moment when I finished speaking.
“He’s escalating, Damien. He’s angry. When unstable people get angry, get denied the one thing they want, they get desperate—which makes him more dangerous.”
“I’m hoping he gets sloppy.”
“So he’s slipped under the radar on the website, even with the extra backups they do,” he said, thinking aloud. “Have you thought of an inside job?”
“Yes. I was going to contact Jeff today and ask for a list of employees. Or I’ll get Egan to do it maybe,” I replied. “I seemed to make him nervous.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. Egan noticed how tense he was around me. I put him on edge. He’s, ah, already really introverted, and I was rather insistent.”
“Have you checked him out?”
“Quickly. He’s intensely private and stays out of the limelight. Opened the company four years ago. No complaints aside from some disgruntled people who didn’t find their connection, but the same as on any site. He’s late forties, heavyset, married. Clean record. Not a suspect at all.”
“Okay. Get Egan to request it. If he refuses…” He trailed off.
“We’ll hack in.”
