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“No. But I can get one. I’ll look into him today.”

“And I want you to look into a kidnapping of a preteen girl with the last name of Gothel. Probably about twenty years ago,” Peter said.

If Johnny had more questions, he wasn’t asking them.

“You got it. Daniel’s out on a collection, and the girls have three appointments this afternoon. Are you going over to Tower?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Peter said. “Other than getting Daniel up to speed, don’t tell anyone about Damien.”

“Got it.”

“Good. I’m going to find Azalea, and I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Chapter 15

Azalea sprawled across the massive bed on her stomach, working on the laptop. Things would be moving faster if she had her own computer with her—she already had the programs she needed—but she would have to make do for the time being.

The door to the bedroom pushed open, and she glanced to be sure it was Peter and not one of his men. She hadn’t had any issues with them, and they gave her the impression Peter had warned them away from her, but she still didn’t trust them.

“What are you up to?” Peter asked in his low tone that sent a tingle through her.

“I have been working on increasing your revenue,” she announced proudly. It occurred to her that he could be upset with her meddling, but he needed her help.

He just didn’t know it yet.

“Oh yeah? And how have you done that?” he asked with skepticism.

She pushed up from her position and sat with her legs crossed, flipping the computer around to show him. “I’ve made new graphics—well, a few—for your website and then I spruced up the site to give it a better look.”

He leaned over the bed, pressing his hands into the mattress to examine the screen. She hadn’t changed much, only the entire color scheme.

“How the hell did you get access to the website?” he asked, still looking over what she’d done. He didn’t sound angry, but sometimes she couldn’t tell without seeing his eyes.

“Well, you didn’t pick a very secure password, and it auto-populated your email address.” She shrugged. “It wasn’t hard. But, you may want to pick a harder password than Tower.”

He moved his gaze from the computer screen to her. Dark eyes, but not quite the usual storm. She’d probably pricked his ego but hadn’t quite pissed him off.

“You changed the colors.”

“They match the actual club now. You have a lot of gold and black there; it’s a very sensual atmosphere. I made the site match. And the graphics—you had some casual stock photos. I jazzed them up a bit.” She pointed to the home page. What was once just empty tables in a nightclub, now had images from the actual club, a few of them taken of the live art in the catacombs of the main room.

“Where’d you get the photos?” he asked, scrolling through the website.

“You had them on your hard drive.” She crawled to him and peeked over the monitor. “It’s still a little rough, but I don’t have my computer with my programs, so I had to use the open-source stuff I got online.”

“Where’d you learn to do all this?” he asked, standing up.

She looked up at him. “School. I have a degree in graphic design. But the website stuff I learned on my own.”

“Your mother let you go to school? I would have thought she’d homeschool you.”

“When I was young, she did. Well, not her—I had tutors. But when I finished high school, she let me enroll in college. Santos or one of her other men was always with me, but at least she let me go.” She didn’t mean to sound as though her mother had completely locked her away and forgotten about her, even if it had sometimes felt that way growing up.

“Hmmm. You said you had an older sister. Do you remember her?”

Azalea shook her head. “No. Mother had me after she was abducted.”

“Ever see a picture of her?”

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