“This Lyle guy is who you think is behind it?” Kayleigh asked.
“He has the most to lose,” Weston said.
Chance leaned back against the counter. “Just because he’s willing to use force doesn’t mean he’s responsible for anything that has happened. But something very interesting did show up when we dug a little further. Luke just contacted me with the info on my way over here, so I let him know I’d tell you.”
Weston’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that?”
“Jasper was employed by Oliver Lyle about ten years ago.”
Kayleigh’s eyes got big. “Oh my gosh.”
Chance nodded. “It was only for a few weeks, but there is definitely a connection there.”
“Does this mean Jasper is the inside man you were talking about?” Kayleigh asked.
Weston crossed his arms at his chest. “This definitely makes it more likely. But we’ll need more proof in order for anything to hold up in court.”
“So, we find proof?” she asked. “How do we do that?”
“For now, we’ll do some research and find out more about his connection to Lyle,” Weston responded. “We can also—”
Chance’s phone rang, cutting Weston off. Chance grabbed it, only to stare at the screen.
“Chance?”
“It’s Maci.”
“Who’s Maci?”
“Our office manager,” Weston told her. “Are you going to answer?”
“I’m not sure why she’s video calling me. She’s supposed to be at Kayleigh’s house picking up clothes.”
“Maybe she has a question. Whatever it is, Maci wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t important. Answer it,” Weston said.
Chance seemed to shake himself off and swiped for the video call. As soon as he saw her, he straightened, his eyes sharp on the screen. “Maci, what happened?”
“I went to Kayleigh’s house, like you said, but it looks like someone broke in. Ransacked it.”
Weston’s stomach dropped and he looked over in time to see Kayleigh’s face turn pale. Yet another blow.
“Where are you? Are you safe?”
“I’m still at the house.”
Chance’s knuckles whitened around the phone. “Get out and get someplace safe. You don’t know if someone’s still there or not. Go out to the car and—”
“There’s nobody here. I’m safe where I am.”
Chance stared at the ceiling as if it had all the answers to his frustrations. It was enough to make Weston nearly laugh, but he was just as worried.
“Maci,” he cut in, “it’s Weston. We know you can handle yourself, but we would all feel better if you were somewhere safe. At least until we got there.”
“I’m telling you, I’m fine.”
Chance’s jaw ticked as he ground his teeth together and Weston knew that his patience was officially spent.
“Maci, this isn’t up for discussion. Get out of the house and—” He stopped, the silence almost startling after his raised voice. “She hung up on me.”