Page 60 of Montana Manhunt

She admired him for that. Based on what she’d seen at his office today, he was successful. Bradley would have been lucky to have Cami in his life. Violet could see her sister as a lawyer’s wife.

Enough wool gathering. She needed to focus. No red flags that she’d seen so far. Did Bradley have a history of trouble with women?

Violet skimmed the pages from Zane and found nothing to answer her question. Now she knew where to start.

She clicked the icon of the secure web browser Zane installed on every Fortress computer and entered Bradley’s name. Settling back to read, Violet scanned entry after entry. Nothing.

Changing the search parameters, she tried again. Still zip. Violet searched Bradley’s social media accounts and got nowhere. She grimaced and logged into Cami’s social media, figuring that would be her best bet for learning what she wanted to know. While she didn’t have social media accounts for security reasons, Cami didn’t have those restrictions. Since Cami and Bradley were dating, Violet thought her sister would be one of Bradley’s friends on social media.

A moment later, Cami’s social media wall came up. Violet flinched at the number of sympathy posts and deliberately turned a blind eye to them. Later, she’d read the heartfelt posts. Right now, Violet’s heart would break.

She dove into Bradley’s social media accounts and scanned the entries. Violet had to go all the way back to his high schooldays to see anything that pinged on her radar as remotely suspicious.

She noted the name of the three girls who complained about Bradley and traced the links back to their social media pages. What she read had her blood running cold. “Noah.”

He looked up. “Got something?”

“Maybe.” She returned to Bradley’s page and handed her computer to Noah.

As he read the posts Violet pointed out, his expression grew grim. “This puts him back at the top of my list.”

“What do you have?” Grant asked.

“Accusations of rape and assault in high school by three of his classmates.”

Rayne scowled. “And he’s a lawyer? How did he get into law school with that on his record?”

“Good question,” he murmured. “That should have been enough to keep him from being considered a law school candidate. Let me check something.” Noah worked in silence for several minutes, then sat back with a sigh. “He was never charged.”

“How can that happen?”

“No charges were filed. One parent brought his daughter to the police station and demanded an investigation. The chief of police handled the inquiry himself and found nothing.” He turned to Violet. “The other two girls refused to press charges. That meant there was no record to keep him out of law school.”

“I didn’t see other questionable actions while trolling through his social media pages.” She shook her head. “I still want to talk to him about this. If Cami knew about the accusations, it might explain why she was so reluctant to start a relationship with Bradley.”

“We’ll follow up with him.” Noah looked at Grant and Rayne. “Did you find anything in the backgrounds of the people you were investigating?”

“Still looking,” Rayne said. “Nothing so far.”

“Same.” Grant glanced at his watch. “Anyone ready to eat? I’m starving.”

Rayne laughed. “You must have a hollow leg. You’re always hungry.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a growing boy.”

Violet shut down her computer and stood. “Let’s go. I could use a break.” A break from her life, too, but, hey, she’d take what she could get.

She sighed. Truthfully, Violet loved her life. Yes, she had a rough childhood. Joining the Army, though, was the right decision for her. The only thing she regretted was time lost with Cami because Violet was deployed so often. Joining the Artemis team with Fortress Security had also been the perfect choice. She loved her job and her teammates, and she’d been able to spend more time with her sister. Now that Cami was gone, Violet would never regret her choice to leave the Army and go into black ops with a private company. Artemis was her only family now, with Echo unit running a close second.

Her gaze shifted to Noah. No, she didn’t regret her choice. Every decision had brought her to this man.

Noah set his laptop beside Violet’s and wrapped his hand around hers. His eyebrow rose. “What is it?”

Embarrassed at being caught woolgathering, her lips curved as she shook her head. “Nothing that can’t wait until later.”

He squeezed her hand. “Still okay with eating in the restaurant downstairs?”

“Considering the excitement we generated today in Morrison, I think it would be best.”

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