Page 94 of Security Breach

“Ten minutes out. I’m under orders to keep an eye on her.”

“We’ll talk after Owen arrives.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He paused at the threshold. “You’ll need to inform Special Agent Craig Jordan about the death of Wells. I have his contact info.” He texted her Jordan’s contact information.

Blair groaned. “Great. Just great. Will the feds take over my case?”

“What do you think?”

A sigh. “That I don’t have a chance of keeping them out of my town.”

“You know this murder isn’t a coincidence. Wells was a threat to the Hunt Club. Mind if I look at the crime scene and body before Jordan arrives?”

“Be my guest. It will be a circus anyway. You know the drill. Don’t disturb anything. Wells’ body is in the library. I told the guests to remain in their rooms for the moment.”

Wells must have been killed soon after he and Jon left. David entered the living room a moment later. Gigi sat on the sofa holding a chemical cold pack pressed to the back of her head.

Her eyes widened. “David, what are you doing here?”

“Blair called me.” He glanced at the EMT packing his gear. “How is she, Duke?”

“Hard headed and stubborn.” The medic frowned. “Gigi refuses to go to the hospital. She says she has a house full of guests who might need something.”

“Does she need to go?”

“Hey.” Gigi glared at him. “I’m sitting right here. I can answer for myself. No, I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m fine.”

“Your opinion is duly noted. Duke?”

“Since she was unconscious for a time, she should be checked out by the doc.”

“Traitor,” she muttered, glaring at Duke.

“I’m looking out for your best interests,” the EMT protested. “If my girlfriend had been knocked out by a thug, you can bet your boots I’d insist she see a doctor.” He stood. “Gigi’s refusing transport to the hospital, and we can’t force her go. She should have someone keep an eye on her.”

“I’ll be here a while.” He figured Owen’s priorities had shifted from patrol to Gigi. His brother would stay close to her tonight.

Duke rattled off a list of things to watch for, then left.

“Thanks a lot for the support,” Gigi said crossly.

“He’s right, and you know it. Head injuries can be serious.”

“You’re making my headache worse.”

David sat next to her. “What happened tonight?”

“Since you and your friend were talking with Mr. Wells, I decided to bake the muffins for breakfast tomorrow. My chef is out for the next three days, so breakfast is my responsibility until she returns. Anyway, after you left, I finished baking, cleaned the kitchen, and walked to the library to see if Mr. Wells needed more coffee. He told me he would be working in there for several hours.”

“Did he say why?”

“Something about an electronic trail on a case. He seemed excited about it.”

David wished Jon had access to Wells’ computer. “How long after I left did you go to the library?”

“I don’t know. Maybe two hours. I baked several batches of muffins.” She frowned. “You wouldn’t believe how many muffins guests eat each morning.”

“What happened after you went to the library?”

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