Page 127 of Beautiful Betrayal

I take the envelope. “What is this, Grayson?”

“A man confronted Kevin at the coffee shop and said this was a bombshell in the Wittmore case.”

“And he cornered Kevin?”

“That’s why Kevin thought it was strange. Whoever this reporter is knew he was here with you. He was afraid this was some kind of threat.”

A realization hits me. “And you didn’t open it?”

“No. Believe it or not, I used great restraint, however, if you should choose to hand it back to me and let me open it first, I’d be willing to trade you that little thing you like so much.”

“That thing you do with your—”

“Exactly.”

I laugh and hand him the envelope. “You win. Open it.”

His gorgeous lips curve but he turns somber quickly, walking to the conference table and opening the envelope, while I wait anxiously. There’s nothing that would be in that folder that would hurt Delaney. I know this. There is no part of me that fears otherwise, but God, I want to know what is in that envelope now.

“Huh,” Grayson says, setting the documents on the table and motioning me forward. “Looks like financial transactions and photos of two men. Who are they?”

I pick up the first photo and my jaw drops. I indicate one of the men. “That’s Delaney’s brother-in-law, the one I believe used her as a weapon to kill Mitch, her husband. And that’s the ADA who won’t give her a deal.”

“That looks shady,” Grayson voices before I can.

“Yes, it does. What financial reports?” Grayson hands them to me and I glance through them. “I’m not sure what I’m looking at.”

“Let me get our numbers man,” Grayson says, walking to the desk to call him on the inner office phone.

“Wait,” I say, before he has the chance to call Eric, scanning another sheet. “There are two sets of the same financial document. One shows large payments to an investment company to the initials NR. That matches the ADA’s initials.” I pass Grayson at the desk and dial Blake. “I need you to hack for me.”

Grayson’s eyes meet mine, pride in their depths. “I’ll be in my office. Get him, baby.”

“I will,” I vow, and set out to do just that.

Blake agrees to hack for me, and when I can’t locate any note or card in the envelope, I call him back. “I’m fast, but not that fast.”

“I need you to text me the card for the reporter that cornered me this morning.”

“You think this is him?”

“I do.”

“I checked him out. He’s legit, but be careful. I haven’t had time to dig deeper. Check your messages now.” He hangs up and the text is almost instant. “Robert Hall.” My brows dip. Why does that name sound familiar? I google him and pull up his photo. He’s a tall man with dark hair and glasses. His resume with a national news station is impressive. That has to be why he’s familiar. Or rather, his name is familiar. His face is not.

I dial the cellphone on his card. He answers on the first ring. “Robert Hall.”

“This is Mia Cavanaugh.”

“You got it.”

“I did. How did you get this?”

“I hired a PI.”

“For a story? What’s in this for you?”

“Mitch’s first wife, his dead wife, was my sister.”

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