Page 177 of Perfect Pitch

My mind whirls rapidly. Out loud, I ask, “Why would my uncle ask me to stop calling Austyn?”

Kane lifts his head. “Unless...”

I drag the laptop that’s been between us as we’ve been researching Zandra’s movements. “Unless he’s with her.” Quickly, I track my uncle’s cell only to find it untraceable. I slam my hand down on the kitchen table. “Damn it!”

Kane, outwardly much calmer than I am, picks up his cell and places a call. After a second, the call connects. “Hey. Busy? Listen, I think Beckett’s stalker is intersecting with a need-to-know case Charlie Henderson took. If I send you the information, can you cross-reference the locations to see if they match up?” He pauses for a moment. “As soon as possible. Then I have a hope in hell of getting home tonight.”

“You’re a genius. You’re bringing in Sam.”

He rolls his eyes as the voice picks up speed on the other end of the line. I try to identify the cadence, but don’t recognize it. “Just text me the information. Thanks, Crash.” He hangs up before me. “No, not Sam. I don’t want this going through Hudson.”

“Then who?”

“I’m calling in a favor.” He yanks the laptop from me. Within seconds, I hear the swoosh of email.

I yank it back, but Kane deleted the outgoing message. “Is it legal?

“Don’t ask.”

“Would you do it for your woman?” I dare him. Kane’s head-over-heels in love with one of the most famous faces on the planet.

His lips tip up. “What makes you think I haven’t?”

As I gawk, his phone pings. He looks at his wrist. “I should have timed her.”

“It’s a she? Does your woman know about ‘her’?”

Kane’s calm, “Yes,” soothes my frazzled nerves that neither of us will be doing time for the sideline investigator he’s got looking into Charlie’s whereabouts. After he lifts his phone, his face pales before an expletive explodes from his lips. “Son-of-a-bitch. Zandra’s been in the same region as Austyn.”

“Fuck,” I snarl. I immediately begin trying to reach Charlie, only to be sent to voicemail.

Kane’s dialing as he swings on his jacket. “I have a potential attack on a principle.” He pauses before, he says the name, “Austyn Kensington. Wait. What?”

Fear lances through me as I shove to my feet and collect the papers into a folder readying myself to leave. Immediately.

“When? What the hell do you mean? We were just on the phone with Charlie less than ten minutes ago! Shit, Colby. I’ll head up to Beckett’s now.”

“What’s happening?” I beg.

Kane flaps his hand at me and storms through the condo. He jerks his chin up at the others, who immediately surge to their feet. “Right. I’ll let you know when I land.” Spinning around, he plants a hand in the center of my chest. “Don’t ask. I’ve got to be wheels up as soon as I talk to Beckett and Paige.”

“Kane! Damn it, tell me!” I shout from the doorway.

He storms out of our condo and into the elevator. “Not before I talk to her parents.”

I can’t move. One thought runs through my head over and over.

Whatever happened is because of me.

It’s my fault.

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

Danielle Madison is one of the sexiest women in the world. Pregnancy just enhances that.

—Moore You Want

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