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“Actually, you could come fill me in on what you’ve found,” I say, turning Bellamy, so she’s tucked against my side.
We agree to head to one of the bedrooms, and Owen picks up a tablet and Bellamy’s laptop.
“You look like shit,” he says as we leave the office and walk down the hall.
I ignore him, knowing that Owen expresses himself with gruff teasing when he’s tense, and I focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
In the room, my head is swimming, and Bellamy rushes to pull the blankets back on the bed.
“You’re looking really pale,” she says, panic in her eyes.
“I’m fine, vixen. Just need to sit down for a while.” I drop to the edge of the bed and close my eyes, praying for the spinning to stop.
“Let me go get you some water. She rushes back out of the room before I can stop her.
Owen sits next to me, putting his tech on the other side of him.
“You sure you don’t want to sleep? We can catch you up on this stuff later.”
I shake my head and immediately wish I hadn’t because the room spins. “Just tell me if we’re any closer to ending this.”
He picks up the tablet, and I scoot back to lie against some pillows.
“We don’t have names yet, but we’ve unraveled a money trail that goes back at least three years, so this has all been brewing for a while.”
Why are events from three years ago impacting things like my wedding? I don’t have the energy to voice the questions I have, so I just close my eyes and listen to Owen talk.
***
Owen
Tobias falls asleep before I can get through everything we’ve found, but it’s all boring math anyway, and him knowing all the details won’t bring us any closer to a solution.
Still, I keep talking even though he’s out. Going through the details out loud is good, and I’m hoping it will spark something.
Bellamy returns with water, and I set the tablet aside. “Why don’t you curl up with Tobias, love?”
She shakes her head and picks up the laptop. “There is too much work to be done. We’re close, I can feel it.”
We’ve been working around the clock for the last forty-eight hours, and I know she’s exhausted, but I don’t insist she rest. Instead, I encourage her to get comfortable and work on the bed while I sit on the couch and work.
That is an acceptable compromise, and we work in silence for the next hour.
“Wait, a second. How much do we trust Tyson Vance?”
Bellamy’s question puts me on edge, and I go to the bed to see what she’s talking about.
“Why do you ask? He’s been a friend of the club for a long time. We met him in London when we toured Serendipity.”
Bellamy chews on her lip. “The same club Tobias was a member of?”
I nod, still not sure what she’s getting at.
Two lines on her spreadsheet turn yellow when she highlights them, and I sit next to her to give it a closer look.
“Tyson cooks for all kinds of people. I’m not sure this means anything, love.”
She frowns. “It’s just not sitting right. This is the same company we’ve seen pay Bryce and the others—at least it’s a subsidiary of the same company. And I don’t like that they’re giving money to Tyson. Especially when it was six weeks ago.”
