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He nodded. “We were told to keep Sinclair’s meetingwith Nofeshku quiet.”

Christian scoffed. “Good luck with that not gettingout.”

“No kidding.” Kayne checked his watch. “Luke andLogan are on their way. They should be here soon.”

Christian’s brows raised. The big guns were coming?Wow, that was major.

“Good,” Aja Blue said. “I can discuss payment withthem.”

Christian remained silent, but he didn’t think hisbosses would allow her to pay when she’d been involved inundercovering a traitor to the country. Hell, she should get acongressional medal.

“Do they know who took Sinclair out?”

“Not yet,” Nicole said, “but there were securitycameras in the office, so everything was recorded.”

“You’d have thought Sinclair wouldn’t want proof ofabducting Aja Blue.”

“He assumed he was omnipotent,” Kayne guessed.“Untouchable. He’s probably been dirty his whole life and gottenaway with it because he’s wealthy.”

“That means Johnny Cash’s confession is on tape?” AjaBlue asked.

Nicole looked confused, so Christian filled her in.“Jonas Thames. He’s the chief of security for SinclairIndustries.”

“He admitted to killing Jay under orders fromSinclair,” Aja Blue added.

“Oh, yes, it is. I haven’t seen it, but I was toldabout it.”

“I just thought of something,” Aja Blue said. “Thewoman who lured me away after I’d been drugged was the fake nursewho poisoned my kidnapper.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” Christian said.

“You were a little unconscious,” she reminded himwith a pat on his arm.

“I’ll make sure the detectives know about her,”Nicole said, pulling out her phone to tap out a text.

“What about the media?” Christian wanted to know.

Kayne gave a humorous laugh. “Circus, to say theleast. They don’t know exactly what’s happening, only that theSinclair fundraiser crashed and burned. Someone leaked thatHeathcliff was dead, and that was like throwing gasoline on a fire.They all descended.”

“TKO Productions is here and taking over,” Presleytold him. “We’ll probably have to give interviews at some point,but they’re handing things now.”

“Good.” TKO Productions was a wildly successful mediacompany owned by Taylor Costa, Kendall Demarchis, and OliviaMylonas, wives of their coworkers, Dante, Dorian, and Alex. They’dknow what to do.

Nicole tried to cover a yawn, but Christian saw it.“Go back to the house and get some sleep. I’m here for the rest ofthe day. They won’t let me go until tomorrow.”

“We’ll be back later to check on you,” Kayne toldhim.

“Aja Blue, you go too,” he said. “You need rest.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

He would’ve argued for her to take care of herselffirst, but his lids were drooping, and soon, sleep claimed him.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Christian had fallen back tosleep. Kayne, Presley, and Nicole tried to get Aja Blue to go withthem to the house, but she wasn’t leaving Christian. A nursechecked his vitals, and then they were alone. In deference to thedaylight, she’d pulled the curtains so he could rest easily.

While he was out, Aja Blue tiptoed outside and headedto the nurse’s station. “Can you tell me what room Eleanor Sinclairis in? She’s a personal friend.”

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