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Sadie shook her head, making it throb even harder. “Wait. Naomi loved Asher. She wouldn’t be involved in this. She’s ...”
A cold, hard reality slugged Sadie, pushing the air out of her lungs. It didn’t matter that Naomi claimed to love Asher. Sadie’s father claimed to love her. It definitely didn’t matter that Naomi presented herself as a good person ... Sadie’s father did the same.
Sadie gasped for a breath. “Holy shit.” Her gaze collided with Devlin’s. “You could be right.”
“We need a warrant for that warehouse,” Devlin said as she scooted off her stool. “The search yesterday was for my missing daughter. No one opened packages or boxes prepared for shipping.”
“I know just the judge to ask,” Falco agreed.
“I’ve got Naomi,” Sadie said, outrage pounding inside her.
“We want her alive,” Devlin warned.
“So do I,” Sadie assured her. If Devlin’s scenario was correct—Sadie wanted Naomi to face her judgment day publicly. What better way to punish an attorney than in a court of law?
Devlin hesitated. “You go,” she said to Falco. “I can’t leave Tori.”
He nodded. “You’re right. No problem. I can handle it.”
“No.”
They all turned toward the newcomer to their party. Tori stood in the doorway.
“I’ve already called Aunt Diana to come pick me up,” the girl said, looking directly at her mother. “Go do your job, Mom. I like it when you get the bad guys.”
Sadie grinned. She liked this kid, and she never liked kids.
47
Noon
Taylor Residence
Eighteenth Avenue South
Birmingham
After stopping by her place to pick up her weapon—leaving this morning without it just went to show how out of it she really was—Sadie made a quick phone call to Angelo and confirmed Naomi Taylor’s location. Apparently, the woman had left the resort the same day she’d been dropped off.
Obviously Naomi had only been playing along with Sadie. Placating her to avoid suspicion. Naomi hadn’t been afraid at all, because she was one of the bad guys.
Outrage boiled inside Sadie.
Ignoring the multitude of blooming irises seemingly mocking her, Sadie knocked on the door. It opened immediately, as if Naomi had been standing on the other side waiting for Sadie’s arrival.
Naomi smiled. “Come in,” she said, opening the door wider.
Sadie’s lips tightened to prevent lashing out at her. She stepped inside. Had to play this right. She wanted the bitch to confess everything. The door closed behind her.
Keep your cool.
Naomi floated past her and toward the living room without a word. Sadie’s nose wrinkled at the smell that wafted behind her.
“Are you ...” Sadie wandered into the living room. “Are you smoking weed?”
Naomi picked up the generously sized joint and took a long drag. She held the smoke deep in her lungs; then, as she exhaled, she said, “I am. So, I’m outed, am I?”
For a moment Sadie wondered if Naomi already realized just how far she’d been outed.
