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Wait, had he seriously just said—
“I’ll have Midas meet you both at my house.”
Memphis’s fingers steered her to the right.
She didn’t want to go with him.
But already, security guards were swarming.And even though Oliver wasn’t supposed to be in charge, he was busy snapping orders left and right.She glanced around.
“He could be anywhere,” Memphis muttered.“Stay on alert.I sure as hell will.”
“H-he was drunk.Crying.Slurring some of his words.He hardly seemed capable of making some grand escape.”
Oliver rushed to her.“Unless it was an act.He could have poured the booze on his clothes.Could have pretended to be drunk.Just like he pretended to be grief-stricken before he swung at Jase.”His eyes glittered.“I need you away from the scene.I get that you want to help, but that man wants you dead.I trust Memphis—”
“Aw, thanks, man, that’s so sweet of you to say, I really appreciate it—”
“—to get you home,” he finished with a growl.“And Midas will be waiting there for you.I’ll come as soon as I can.I need to help hunt this bastard first.But you have to be secure.Ineedyou to be out of danger.Please, Lark.”
He’d just used the P-word once more.
“Go home.”
She nodded.
And he—
Oliver grabbed her.Hauled her close.He kissed her.Right there.In front of Memphis.Jase.The security guards who rushed left and right.
Then he let her go.Yelling order, Oliver strode away.
Without a word, Memphis led her from the scene.He put her in his ride, a vehicle that waited just a few feet away.He zipped away from the hotel even as he cast a quick glance in the rearview mirror.
Her hands twisted in her lap.“He’s…Nate Quest isn’t the first person to hate me.”
“You haven’t done anything to him, Lark.The guy is mad with rage and grief.None of this is your fault.”
Wasn’t it?She’d gone on the news.Told the world that she was going to find the real killer.Had that been like waving a flag in front of Nate?“I wanted to find the man who murdered those women.”
“Yeah, I know.”He turned to the right.
“Do you…do you have Oliver’s address?”
“I know where his rental house is, don’t worry.”
She was worried.About a million things.Mostly… “Oliver isn’t going to kill him.”
Silence.
Pulling against her seatbelt, she twisted in her seat.“He’s not.”
Memphis braked at a light.“If it makes you feel better, sure, keep telling yourself that.”
“He’ll arrest Nate.He and Jase will find Nate and arrest him, and we can go back to hunting and—” Tears pricked at her eyes.“Nate…came to Vegas to kill me?”
“Sure seemed that way when I was searching his room.I mean…when the FBI agents go inside room seven-oh-nine, they will probably connect the dots and realize that Nate needs to stay far, far away from you for, oh, say the rest of his life.”
He had to stay far away…
