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To get her back and keep his job, Jack needed to play as dirty as Cindy and David were.
Making a decision, Jack picked up the phone and rang Josh Black.
“Wondered when I’d hear from you again,” Josh said, and he could hear the smile in his voice. “Ready to up the stakes?”
“Yes. Do what you need to,” Jack said.
“Got it.”
Then the line went dead.
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TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER, Cindy rang.
“Have you done the test?” Jack said instead of answering.
“Jack, just pay the damn money, and I’ll disappear. For God’s sake.”
“Is there a baby?” he probed.
“Yes, I’m pregnant,” she snapped. “God, Jack, just send the money, would you?”
“No. If that child is mine, I want it in my life.”
“It’s no—” Cindy started, and then Jack heard some yelling and scuffling. “Stop. Send the money, senator. Or I will tell them you raped me.”
Rage flared through him.
Was she fucking kidding right now?
“It’s more like you forced yourself on me, and you know it! Was this the plan all along? To blackmail me? Well, you just failed.”
Stupid bitch.
Did she not think he would be recording this now she had gone public?
Black Hawke Security had come over the night before, surprising him—then again, he heard Josh worked fast—and set up the recording capability, showing him what to do. As a government phone, they couldn’t monitor his calls. Although he had a feeling they could if they wanted to, it wouldn’t be admissible in court if he had to go down that path.
So they’d decided on him recording it.
“Goodbye, Cindy.” Jack punched the screen to end the call, wishing he had an old phone to slam down.
Then he rang Josh.
“I’ve got the recording,” he said. “She asked for the money and threatened to say I raped her. Which I did not, for the record.”
“No need, but thanks for that,” Josh replied. “We’ve also got something for you which will make you happy. We’ve got a recording of the boyfriend from an undercover guy I inserted in his life, bragging they were going to get a payout from a senator.”
Jesus.
“It gets better,” Josh said. “He’s not the smartest crayon in the book, so he ended up admitting he was the father.”
Thank fucking Christ.
A tension he’d been holding for weeks left his body. Jack had known deep in his gut the baby wasn’t his, but hearing it being said by someone else, knowing they now had proof, was such a relief.
He knew his family, Amelia, and even his lawyer had been unimpressed by his dismissive attitude. It had come across like that, he knew, but the truth was Jack had a third sense that the kid wasn’t his.
