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“That would be because he hates you.”Hard to sugarcoat that fact.
“You told me that my profile was wrong.”
“It was.It is.”Because I’m the killer.
“Then I need to talk with Lane.Face to face.No distractions.I have to see his responses.I need to get past the mask he’s put on for the world.I can’t do that if you’re there.”
But she wanted to be there.She didn’t want—
“Not worried he’ll confess his guilt to me, are you?”
Her shoulders straightened.“Absolutely not.”
“Good.Then you’ll stay with my friend Midas while I have the little chat with your brother.”
“Midas?”
“He’s someone I trust.”A pause.“And I don’t want you going to your apartment.Change of plans.We’ll clear out everything later.But don’t worry, Theo brought a bag for you earlier.I put it in the guest room closet while you were in the shower.Should last a few days until we can get to your place.”
“A few days?”
“I want you in a secure location.Your apartmentisn’tsecure.”
No, she didn’t think it was safe.At all.
“After I finish with Lane, you and I will meet up again and see what the hell has been found out about the Escalade.”He lifted his hand, and the sleeve of his black suit coat slid back to reveal his watch.“Maybe we’ll hit the high roller’s hotel ourselves.I always like to be at a location to get a sense of the scene.”
Of the crime.She knew that was what he’d actually meant.To get a sense of the crime.To feel things that the perp might have felt.As for the whole her staying with his friend part… “I want to know more about this Midas.”
A light rap sounded at the closed door.
“Man is always perfectly on time,” Oliver murmured.“Never fails.”He turned and swung open the door.
She blinked.Oliver was tall.About six-foot-three.The guy in the doorway had him by about two inches.Maybe three.Tall, no,big.With wide shoulders.Arms that stretched his t-shirt.
His dirty blond hair was thick.A short beard covered his powerful jaw.
“You finished up with the pop singer?”Oliver asked.
Lark frowned.
“Security detail is over,” Midas said.His voice rumbled like thunder in the distance.The low rumble that tells you when trouble was coming.
Oliver eased back a bit.In his black suit, he looked polished and crisp.Elegantly handsome as always.
As for his friend…
His amber gaze raked over her.“You’re the mark.”
Lark blinked.“Excuse me?”
“Lark is the woman you guard with your life,” Oliver corrected curtly.
Midas grunted.
Oliver waved between them.“Midas Monroe, this is Lark Lawson.Lark, Midas.He’s the best bodyguard I know.”
“Stop trying to make me blush,” Midas rumbled.“You know Wilde is the crew that has the top-notch reputation.”
