Page 117 of The Bodyguard

But murder?

Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. We don’t know what they are doing in there, and the gates might just be malfunctioning. And Savannah just may not be answering her phone.

My gut says otherwise.

Behind us, three more cars pull up and about five Black Hawke Security guys climb out. Including Marshall.

“Can we override it?” I ask, lifting my phone to my ear and trying Savannah’s number again.

Still no answer.

“Fuck.” I curse and pocket it.

“Let me try,” Brody, one of the tech guys, says. He pulls out some tools and gets to work.

“What do we think is going on here?” Marshall asks, his hands on his hips.

“Nothing good,” Aidan says. “Do we call the cops yet?”

There hasn’t been an incident yet, so we’re a little premature.

“No.”

I watch Aidan rub his jaw and pace along the front of the gate while I survey the property.

I can get in there.

I grip the sides of my bulletproof vest and start formulating a plan. I do a weapons check—gun, knife, smoke canister—and then run my hand over my head.

When I turn to speak, Aidan shakes his head. “No. Whatever you are thinking, let’s wait to get these gates open and then call the cops.”

I clench my teeth.

“No. I’m not waiting. Don’t ask me to do that.”

“Fucking hell, you’re sleeping with her. With Savannah Sinclair. Christ.” Aidan throws his head back.

“Lower your voice,” I growl quietly.

“Jesus.” He rubs his face.

Marshall glances at us, but I don’t know if he heard.

“Aidan, this can’t get out.” I tug him farther away. The fact that I’ve breached my employment contract should be the most important thing on my mind.

It’s not.

I know how important it is to Savannah for this to remain confidential and away from the public. Then again, none of it will matter if she’s dead.

How unhinged is Gina?

If she was responsible for George’s death, and we might never know, then she is very dangerous.

She was so obvious and yet, it seemed way too obvious.

“I’ve got to get in there. You know I’m the right person to do this.” I grunt. “Nothing could be happening inside. In which case, I’ll call back and tell you all to disappear. If not, I can handle a twenty-something psycho.”

“Not if you are fucking the woman she might be trying to harm.” Aidan shakes his head. “Marshall or I will go. You know I’m right.”

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