Page 132 of Fierce-Zander

He knew the detective who got it would look into it.

There was no way it could be traced back to him, let alone Regan.

Now he was starting to doubt that.

“She hasn’t said a word,” she said. “She was sad to leave but excited about the new job. She said her employers were upset to see her go but understood the opportunity. I’ve detected nothing that shows she’s concerned. If she’s not, then I shouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know what to think,” he said. “I need to go back to the timing of this.”

“I’m telling you, Zander. I don’t think it’s that. I just don’t know who it could be.”

“How many clients have you pissed off?”

“A few,” she said. “But most come back. It’s part of the process. Not everyone wants to be told they are wrong.”

“The first letter said you ruined everything. What did you ruin?”

“I don’t know,” she said, throwing her hands up. “But I’m not letting this get into my head either. It’s been months since the first letter.”

“And you thought it’d go away,” he said. “It’s not. Pack a bag.”

“No,” she said, crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me what to do. I told you I could handle myself. I even got a gun and learned to fire the damn thing. I can’t let this run me off. I can’t do my job if I run from these things. I can’t help my clients either if I’m almost fearful myself.”

He was grinding his teeth. She was being stubborn. He wanted to think he was more stubborn, but they’d get nowhere then if they continued to fight.

“I’m putting cameras outside your front door and back. I’ll have it monitored and on both of our phones. My father’s too.”

“Are you kidding me?” she said. “I’ll have no privacy.”

“Then just the two of us will have the app. What is the big deal? It’s not like I think you’ve got some other hot PI coming to visit you.”

She snorted. “You’re luckyyou’rehere right now.”

He was pushing it, he knew. “Remember how we talked about this before? I can be reasonable.”

“Doesn’t sound it to me,” she said.

“Just the two of us having it on our phones,” he repeated. “For your safety. Until we find out who this could be.”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You’re bargaining.”

“Deal or not?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know what to think.”

He went and got his laptop. “I’m going to check the cameras outside my office door and see if I can see who might have walked by.”

“What?” she asked. “You can see my clients?”

“Cool down,” he said. “Not unless they walk into my view. The most I can do is catch an article of clothing. But maybe we’ll notice something. The camera is angled inside my office toward the front door. It might catch people in the hallway, which means nothing. They could be going to any office and I’d have to zoom in.”

“That’s something at least. It’s not showing them going right into my office.”

“No. There is another office on our side they could be going to. I’d never put your business in jeopardy.” Even if he wanted to protect her.

He pulled up the camera recordings.

“Are you going to spend all weekend just looking at footage? If you think that is going to happen, you’re nuts. I’ve got things to do.”

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