Page 61 of Misdirection

Her eyebrows flicked up. She hadn’t expected him to ask her to make the call. She figured he’d insert his own opinions.

“Right now, I say we play it by ear,” she murmured. “Let’s see if we can tell who he’s meeting.”

“Maybe he’s onto us. Maybe he knows he’s being followed.”

“I suppose that’s always a possibility. But let’s hope not.” Olive didn’t bother to tell Jason that if Bennett had discovered they were following him, it was most likely because Jason had been spotted. He stuck out far more than she did.

Pointing fingers wouldn’t help the situation right now.

As they neared the store where Bennett had disappeared, she saw it was a men’s clothing store.

Had Bennett simply slipped out of work to do some shopping? It seemed unlikely, especially considering everything that was going on. He didn’t seem like the type to engage in retail therapy.

However, if he was taking his lunch break to shop, then he was doing nothing wrong.

She paused near the large display window and casually leaned against it. Jason stood close.

“Nice,” he murmured. “Trying to blend into the public?”

She gave him a look. “I am. Though it might be easier if you weren’t here talking to me right now.”

Olive had told herself she wasn’t going to bring that up, but since Jason wouldn’t leave . . .

His gaze flickered to the store and then back to her. “What do you think he’s doing in there?”

“He could be buying some new clothes for a nice dinner out with his significant other, for all I know.” However, Olive knew the man wasn’t married. Not anymore. He’d been divorced twice.

Best she could tell, Bennett wasn’t seriously dating anyone, though he often had a different date at his side at various events. He had no problem finding women to accompany him places, and those women were usually younger and extremely attractive.

Money could buy you a lot of things, but when it came to money buying people, you usually got what you asked for.

“But you clearly suspect he’s up to something,” Jason clarified.

“Maybe the better question is: Why don’t you seem surprised by any of this?”

“I’ve been keeping my eye on Bennett for a while.” Jason peered through the window.

Surprise washed through her.

At least they were on the same page.

Then again, they’d always been a good team.

The thought caused a lump to form in her throat.

“Do you see him?” she asked.

He peered over her shoulder. “I don’t. For all we know, he could have slipped out the back door and gone somewhere else.”

Olive’s jaw tightened. She’d thought of that too. “Maybe we should go inside.”

“We could just play it off,” Jason suggested. “I could say I asked you to come with me to find a new suit.”

She supposed that cover story could make sense.

And if Bennett was somehow trying to give them the slip, Olive wanted to know.

Every minute counted right now.

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