Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
“Well, sure. I was searching for a job, only I couldn’t find one except for . . .” she trailed off.
“Except for what?” Jared asked her. “What is it, baby?”
“Um, well, I did get offered one job. From this guy I met in the library. He was nice but intense. What was his name? Oh yeah. It was Richard Drews and he had a website. He said he was a psychologist. And he was really keen on me interviewing for a job with this man he knew. I was heading to his house for an interview when someone came up to me while I was sitting at the bus stop.”
“Bus stop?” Jared snarled. “Why the fuck were you taking a bus?”
“Well, I can’t actually drive,” she told him.
“Why the fuck didn’t you teach her to drive?” Jared snapped at Zander who glared back at him.
“I would have if she’d wanted me to!” Zander yelled back.
“Shut up, you two!” Keira told them. “This isn’t about that. Angie, do you think this could have something to do with the guy that warned you away or maybe the one that offered you the job?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t really see the guy that warned me off, but I don’t feel like he’d be the one to do this.”
“I wonder why he’d warn you away,” Miles said.
“Can you give us the address, Angie?” Eli asked. “Ammo and I can go check it out.”
“Hey, I want to come,” Honey said.
“You’re staying here,” Webb told her with a frown.
“Party poopers.” Honey scowled.
“Is there anything else you can remember about the person that offered you the job?” North asked. “This guy, Richard Drews?”
“Um, he just always seemed to be at the library when I was there. He wanted to interview me. I might have blurted out that I had been sold to a sadistic mafia kingpin who abused me.”
“You what?” Keira asked, looking shocked.
“I was . . . upset. He came running after me because I left my handbag in the library and asked me if he could interview me. I said no, but he gave me his card.”
“Fuck,” North said. “Maybe he put a tracker in her handbag that I missed.” Getting up, he left the room.
“His credentials are fake,” Miles said. “I’ve been looking into him and nothing looks legit.”
God. She should have asked Miles to look into him in the first place. It made her feel ill to think that this guy had been lying.
“It looks like he stole his identity,” Miles said. “Because Richard Drews died ten years ago in Costa Rica.”
“So it’s looking more likely that he’s the one doing this,” Zander said. “We’ll investigate that address he gave you and see if there is anyone there and if so, what they know.”
“It might not be Richard,” Angie said weakly. “Why would he care about me?”
“Who knows?” Honey said. “Maybe he was just taken in by your beauty and charm. Happens to me all the time.”
Well, she could believe that because Honey was utterly gorgeous.
“What if he kills someone else?” she asked, feeling ill. “One of you? Someone I care about?”
“I’ll get everyone locked down and aware,” Jared said. “No one is allowed to come to the house, and the guards are all fully armed and capable of protecting themselves.”
“You know everyone here is safe and can take care of themselves. And we’ve got Keira and Miles locked down,” Zander told them.
She nodded, shuddering. She hated the idea of anyone else getting hurt because this guy was . . . was obsessed with her? Angry at her?
“Why would he murder people? I just don’t understand.”
“Possibly he was angry that you left,” Miles said. “He likely doesn’t know that it was under, um, duress.”
“I can’t find anything,” North said, coming back into the room. “I thought you could look in your handbag and you might see something.” He drew everything out of her handbag, placing it all on the coffee table. There was so much stuff that she winced.
“Dude, you’ve got everything in there but the kitchen sink,” Honey said as North showed them each item that he brought out.
She ran her gaze over them all. A tin of mints, pens, lipsticks, and pieces of gum. There were hair ties and a small hairbrush. Wait.
“I don’t think I remember this pen,” she said, reaching for it.
North grasped hold of her hand before she could touch it. He picked it up and moved away to Jared’s desk with it.
Could that be how he found her?
“Fuck,” North said after pulling the pen apart. “There’s a tracker in the pen. I should have never brought her handbag with me.”
“You couldn’t have known,” Jared told him.
Yeah, it would be kind of hard to predict that some mad man was going to follow her here and kill people because he was . . . mad at her? Wanted her?