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Lindsay’s been watching our conversation with keen eyes. “I’m fine, Mom,” she says in a falsetto voice. “Thanks for asking. No, no, don’t shower me with so much concern.”
It’s a tough day for everyone. I start to say that, then stop myself.
Because it’s hardest of all on Lindsay.
“Paulson’s working on locating the people who provided the flowers and balloons,” I say as we walk rapidly to the back doors where the SUV’s waiting for us. I see Gentian with Monica, escorting her out to meet up with Harry for post-announcement press junkets.
We’ve been ordered to take Lindsay back to The Grove. She’s not allowed to be interviewed.
Strict orders.
“Tonight was a success!” Lindsay says in a fake, breathy voice. “From the senator’s perspective, the moment was a triumph. Lindsay didn’t spew green soup, a sniper didn’t pick off Harry, and Monica was having a perfect hair day.”
“Lindsay.”
“I wish I could drink myself into oblivion.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because everything I’m trying to escape will still be here in the morning.”
“Does that include me?”
She says nothing.
I regret the question instantly.
“Sir?” Gentian speaks into my earpiece. “Texts confirmed from a new phone purchased with Lindsay’s credit card.”
Damn it. “Same store?”
“No.”
“Research any similarities between this purchase and the last one. We need to figure this out.”
“Yes, sir.”
A familiar dread tickles the back of my neck, dragging along my spine.
Inside job?
Is someone on Senator Bosworth’s staff – or God help me, my own – doing this to Lindsay?
“Can you think of anyone on the household staff or your father’s staff who would set you up like this?”
“Aside from you?”
“Not funny.”
“Not kidding.”
“You seriously think that I’m making it look like you cut your own brake line, bought the phones that are sending you threatening texts, and paid off some guy in the crowd to bring in colored balloons that matched your flower bouquet, all while being in charge of your private security?”
“It’s not out of the realm of possibility.”
“Jesus, Lindsay!” My pulse skyrockets. “If you really think any of that is within the realm of possibility, you need to talk to your father and mother. Have me taken off the case. I’ll quit right now. You never have to see me again.” It hurts to say that.
She jolts.
