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“Yeah, but after looking at these lists, I’ve come to the conclusion there isn’t a wealthy dude in this town who doesn’t belong to one or the other club.” He chuckled. “You got a kinky bunch here. I thought Miami was full of sinners.”
“We certainly don’t have too many saints,” I mused in passing. “Why did Braxton let me go? All I was attempting to do was put the man on alert, nothing more. I’m searching to see how many attorneys from Marlow, Abbot, and Henshaw are listed on the membership rosters. Then I’m going to cross reference those who Anastasia determined used Elite from our club to the list her friend from Elite provided.”
“I already have a list, although I have no idea how many attorneys work for the firm or their names.”
“That’s easy to get from the internet.”
“As long as your computer is still working.”
I grinned. “There’s only one way to find out.” As I headed toward my office, I heard Jameson’s cell phone ring. When I entered the room, I was taken aback by how my anger had surfaced. I hadn’t been so enraged in a long time. Disgusted, I grabbed my laptop, placing it on the desk. While the screen was cracked, as soon as I hit the spacebar, the display popped on. Thank God for small favors.
The tossed phone caught my eye and I grabbed it, shoving it into my pocket then heading for the kitchen.
Jameson was still on the phone and as soon as I walked in, he glared at me, his face contorted.
“What’s wrong?” I moved closer.
“You’re certain about this?” he asked to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
I put the computer on the table, returning the glare. My patience was nonexistent at this point.
He closed his eyes briefly, nodding as if answering the call. “Okay. No, I’ll tell him.” He returned his gaze toward me. “Thanks, Anastasia.” He lightly dropped his phone on the table. “We have a problem.”
“What?” He wasn’t quick enough for me. “Tell me, dammit.”
“You were right about Lark. She’s investigating on her own.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“That means she went to Elite Entertainment. She’s on the list as a new employee. And… she has a date tonight.”
As the information sank in, rage unlike anything I’d experienced before powered into my system. “What. The. Fuck.” I yanked out my phone, touching the screen. Then I noticed she’d called almost an hour before.
The knock on the door was unexpected. Jameson immediately headed toward the sound as I retrieved Lark’s voicemail.
“You’re right, we need to talk, and I did something that’s going to make you angry, but I felt I had no other choice. I refuse to allow anyone to bring down everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve. So, just listen to me.”
As she relayed her plans, I closed my eyes, the sound of her voice penetrating every part of my brain. Emotions ran deep when they concerned her, someone I’d never thought would enter my life and now, I couldn’t imagine living without her.
When the call ended, I felt hollow inside, as if somehow, I’d failed her.
“You have a package,” Jameson said, his voice sounding far away.
I turned my head, noticing the envelope in his hand. “Who is it from?”
“You might not believe this, but Ernest Davidson.”
I yanked it from his hand, gently placing the phone on the table before ripping open the flap, jerking out the contents. Suddenly, the rage couldn’t be contained.
“We need to leave. Now.” Jesus Christ. I might be too late to save her.
“What the hell is going on?”
I grabbed one of the lists, feverishly rolling my finger down one page to the next. When I found the two names, I realized Davidson had attempted to rectify his treachery.
And salvage what might have been left of his soul.
“What Davidson hoped would be a Hail Mary.”
