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“Gabby?” she heard him call again, closer this time. She peeked through the gauzy curtain and felt her heart flutter as he appeared in the doorway.
Wyatt saw the open balcony door and walked towards it, pausing in the doorway as he saw her lying on the lounger, a blanket pulled around her. He’d missed her the past week, missed being close to her, being with her. Something had changed after the night he’d watched her help Crystal, therewas a difference inside her, and he couldn’t tell if it was a good difference or a bad one.
Their times together were different, she held something back, a part of her that she wouldn’t allow him to touch and it was beginning to grate at him. He’d almost admitted that he was falling for her just as she had said he would, and if things continued the way they were, he probably would despite everything else let her go if it was what she wanted. But not right now, not when he’d managed to put the final piece of his plan to destroy Graves into action and not when she slept so peacefully, looking so beautiful that he wished their marriage had been built around something real, and not revenge.
Gabby wasn’t sure why he didn’t wake her, he had plenty of times in the past few months, but it was nice to know he wasn’t home simply for some action in bed. That seemed all he wanted lately, well that and his money. Lately their lovemaking had been a battle of wills, one time with him denying her the final pleasure as he tried to pull the information from her or her demanding him to tell her what he really wanted before she would allow him into her body.
She heard his phone begin to ring and she couldn’t hide her reaction to it. She kept her eyes closed as she adjusted herself on the lounger and listened to Wyatt answer the phone quietly.
“Morris, I just got home…”
“Sorry boss, can you come into the office?”
“What is it Morris?”
“There’s something I need to show you, it’s about Gabby and the missing money.”
“Can’t you just tell me what it is?” he asked.
“I think you’re going to want to see this for yourself,” Morris replied.
“I’ll be there in fifteen,” he said shooting a glance towards Gabby before walking out.
She heard the front door shut and sat up. She knew whatever Morris wanted it had to do with her and the money and if Morris refused to tell him over the phone it couldn’t be good. She hurried to her computer and checked to see if the trail she’d created had been compromised. It didn’t look as though anything had been messed with but she couldn’t be sure without getting into the computers at the office, and that wouldn’t be an easy task.
***
“What is so important that you couldn’t share it over the phone?” Wyatt asked walking into Morris’ crowded office.
“I’ve been going backwards through the trail that led us to Gabby but that’s just what it is, a trail.”
“I’ve just spent eight hours on a plane perhaps you could clarify that for me,” Wyatt suggested.
“Okay, each of the transactions that moved the money got me a bit closer to Gabby until we got to the final account that was in her name right? But none of these transactions exist.”
“How do you know the transactions don’t exist?”
“I might have hacked into the banks’ computers…you told me to find the truth,” he said with a shrug at the look that crossed Wyatt’s face. “But look,” he added turning the screen for Wyatt to be able to see what he was talking about, “the transactions, started here, going to this account, but this account doesn’t exist, and neither does the transaction to move the money. Everything here was faked.”
“Which means what?”
“It means Gabby’s sitting on the money and is a hell of a lot smarter than either of us thought,” Morris said impressed.
“You’re telling me she was trying to hide her tracks when we caught her? As in had we been a day to two slower dealing with the problem and she’d have been in the clear?”
“She probably could have finished it in a few hours,” Morris admitted. “The girl still has the money. I guarantee it.”
“Then find it,” Wyatt ordered. “If she covered her tracks with a false lead, then there has to be a real one somewhere.”
“It’s not that easy boss. It took me a year to figure out these were faked; in that amount of time do you know how many times she’d be able to move the money? Without an account number of where the money really was I don’t have anything to go off of.”
“What about the last account in the trail? The one with Gabby’s name on it?”
“The account exists, but there’s never been anything put in it larger than two hundred and fifty at any one time.”
“Is it possible that she hid the transaction? Could she have had the money go in and out on the same day?”
“It would have been noted still. This account has been open for almost six years now, it has a balance of just over fifteen thousand in it, nothing close to what she took, and she’s never withdrawn anything from it.”
