Page 123 of Obsession

Violet takes the exit that brings us home.

“I want to hear it but first, I want you to notify the team at the house that Violet and I are almost there, and we are pretty certain we were followed by a green car.”

“Green, sir?”

“Yeah. Ring a bell for you?”

“I don’t want to point fingers or raise unnecessary suspicion, sir. Is that all you have to go on?”

“Yeah. Henri.” My voice is tight. “Spill.”

“Armand had a green car, sir. Would he be so foolish as to follow you without bothering to get another car?”

“I don’t know.”

Foolish, maybe. Lazy, definitely.

“What did you find, Henri?”

“I’ve found a record of Violet’s mother, sir. And it’s… let’s just say it’s interesting. I have to investigate further though.”

That tells me nothing. “You have nothing else to tell me?”

“Not yet, sir.”

We’ll have to double down our efforts. But we’re making progress. We’re getting somewhere. I hang up with Henri, and Violet looks my way.

“What?”

“Armand drove a green car.”

“Well that doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people have green cars.”

I nod. “Yeah, but I’ve heard it on good authority that he doesn’t let shit go.”

She blows out a breath. “Of course not. That would be far too simple, wouldn’t it?”

Oh yeah. It truly would.

Her stomach growls when we pull into the drive at the house. I check on security, and all confirm—no one followed us here. Surveillance has been doubled. We’re safe here.

“Inside.”

“Cain, you’re acting like a sniper’s just going to jump out at us at any moment.”

“They did at Descamps’ house.”

She snorts. “They weren’t atCain Master’s private house, were they? Cain, when I hired my first ride here, the driver wouldn’t even come this far.”

“No?”

“No. He found out who lived here and he was done. Dropped me off a mile away and made me walk.”

“Now that’s a form of bullying. I want his name.”

“You can’t beat up everyone that isn’t nice to me.”

“Watch me. And how did you know that’s what I wanted to do?”

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