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We don’t linger in the house after a good, quick fuck and a long shower, to my mother’s annoyance, but even she must see Sarah needs a moment.
When we’re back in her room, I open my jacket to find the box my mother handed to me.
“Something for you.”
Her eyes widen.
“Not a ring—yet,” I say, apologetically. “You can help me pick that later. But something else—something you’ve earned today.”
She opens the flat box, finding a solid goldHdangling from a chain.
“Is that—”
“Your membership card, so to speak. You scan it to get into any of our facilities. Welcome to the Heritage. You’re officially a full member.”
“And the board is going to take care of the stalker?”
I nod. “It’s already in motion. With all five of your new besties voting for it, the others didn’t want to make waves so they went along. Your security detail’s being dispatched, and a team’s been selected to scour the internet.”
I should feel better, but that’s unlikely until I actually get my hands around that asshole’s throat.
I’m clasping her new necklace at the nape of her neck, and noticing how fucking soft her shoulders are again, which likely would have led to my favorite thing to do with her, if my phone didn’t ring just then.
I groan, looking at the screen. “It’s my PI.” I answer with a frown. “Goltz speaking.”
“I might just have something for you,” Roy grumbles without a preamble. He’s not known—or hired—for his pleasantries. “Next Door Now Electrical. That ring a bell?”
“No,” I reply, at the same time as Sarah says, “Yes!”
She must be close enough to hear his voice.
“I gather we’re not alone?”
I switch the call so it’s on speaker and say, “Yeah, Sarah’s with me. You can speak freely.”
“Same Sarah whose drama has been paying my bills for the last month, huh? Lovely meeting you. Back to Next Door Now.”
“It’s my old foster family’s company—they freelance as electricians.” She frowns. “Why?”
“During the winter break, your fancy-shmancy school had the light bulbs changed and wiring checked. Rothford got a quote from many companies and one in particular was dirt cheap. NDN. Nothing out of the ordinary—it’s a small company without much of a clientele—so they went with them.”
“The Clarks handled the electrical at Rothford?” Sarah asks, confused.
“Did they handle the dorms?” I prompted.
“Yep,” Roy assures me. “Andguess what? They reached out to offer a free follow-up.Yesterday.”
That’s one too many coincidences, when I don’t even believe in those. “So, it really was Brandon all along. He’s smarter than he looked.”
“Not sure,” Roy retorts. “The kid doesn’t technically work for the parents—only the mister and the missus.”
We’re all silent for a minute.
“I…I mean, they were nice. Or at least, not horrible? Jenny and Richard.”
“If it had been obvious, we would have found them before, kid,” Roy assures Sarah. “I mean, it might still not be them. They would have been followed by maintenance when they went around campus…”
