Page 8 of Blades of Ice

“Au contraire.” More typing. “The company is owned by Amara Sagan, and her two daughters, Chloe and Delaney. Sawyer Beckett – your Beck – and Chloe are the pilots of both the seaplanes and a helicopter. Delaney is the office manager. Doesn’t say what the mother does.”

“He’s not my Beck.” Lydia’s Goyle rumbled, Cailín snorted, but she ignored them both.

“The vehicle you’re tailing is a rental. The name on the contract is Valerie Weathers out of British Columbia. Huh. Seems the Sagan females and Beck are also from BC.”

It never ceased to amaze Lydia how Carleigh could pull together information so quickly. She had sat with her cousin more than once as her fingers flew across the keyboard and images flashed on multiple screens. Lydia had learned alongside her cousin, but she didn’t understand coding nearly as well.

“C, can you find out how this Boyd character is connected to Valerie? He must be since he’s the one driving.”

“Ifit’s him.” Lydia hadn’t gotten a good look at the driver.

“Oh, it’s him. Slimy bastard.” Cailín eased off the gas, putting some distance between them and the male. Having shifter eyesight, they could let him get farther ahead and not lose him.

Lydia swapped over to her email and opened the message containing the address. She tapped into the car’s GPS and entered the information. Since they still had several miles to go before getting to Sterling, there was little recalculating.

“Nothing comes up connecting them, but I’ll keep digging. Why are you interested in him other than he’s an ass?”

“Call it a gut feeling,” Cailín admitted. She didn’t have visions like Connor or see snippets of premonitions the way Sebastian did, but Cailín’s intuition was never wrong.

“Then I won’t stop searching until I find something. While I have you on the line, Harlow found Agent Stallings. He has relocated to the field office in Marietta.”

Cailín slapped the steering wheel. “That fucker. Does Connor know?”

“Yes. We’ve put everyone on high alert, and since you’re in Alaska, Gannon is officially taking over security for Connor and Alyssa.”

“Good. Alyssa is like a daughter to Gannon, so there’s no one better suited for the job. Connor can concentrate on his paintings without worrying about their safety. Speaking of his paintings, what do you think of getting a group together to go to the showing in New York?”

“Isn’t that a few days before Christmas?” Lydia asked. “What’s Trevor going to say about you missing his week-long making the house look like the North Pole threw up extravaganza?”

Carleigh snorted again, then cleared her throat. Cailín’s papa was over the top when it came to the holidays. “Yeah. There’s no way you’re getting out of that.”

“I love my dads and my sister. You guys know I do, but at what point do I get to be an adult and do things I want to do? Haylee’s young enough to still enjoy all the tinsel and cookies and hot chocolate and movies. I was over it before she even came along.”

Lydia reached over and squeezed Cailín’s arm. “Maybe suggest a change of scenery for this year? But I doubt I’ll get togo. Mom’s due date is January third, and there’s no way Dad will let her travel if she’s still pregnant.”

“I’d rather you come with me, but I understand you staying close to home. I’ll toss the idea to Dad and see what he thinks. Anyway, we’re getting close to the turnoff, so… Sonofabitch.”

Lydia hadn’t been paying attention to the SUV, but Cailín’s curse had her focusing on the road ahead. Sure enough, Boyd took a right turn. Lydia told Carleigh what was going on, and her cousin was silent while they followed. Boyd made every turn the GPS instructed them to take, and when they arrived at their destination, the car disappeared down a long, gravel driveway. Cailín drove past the house until she found a good spot to pull over.

“And the plot thickens.” Cailín shut the motor off. “Carleigh—”

“I’m on it. I would say keep your distance until I can research this Boyd character further, but I know you.”

Cailín huffed. “I’m not going to do anything stupid.”

Lydia and Carleigh both laughed, and Cailín narrowed her eyes. Then she rolled them. “You tackle the wrong person one time. Geeze.”

“She was the mayor’s wife!” Lydia reminded her.

“And I still say she shouldn’t have been at a strip club dressed like a hooker.”

“It was her niece’s bachelorette party. It’s not like the woman was stuffing dollar bills into G-strings.”

Cailín wiggled her eyebrows. “They were some nice G-strings.”

Her friend wasn’t wrong. Cailín had convinced Lydia to tag along on her stakeout when she didn’t want to look suspicious sitting alone in a strip club. That was a night Lydia would never forget.

Carleigh sighed. “I miss all the fun sitting behind a desk. Okay, I’m signing off. I’ll call when I find anything. Love you guys.”

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