Page 297 of Affair
Zayn stared at her.
“Doesn’t that freak you the fuck out?” he asked, genuinely confused how it wouldn’t.
Elizabeth shrugged.
“MATE? No. Technically, I am her mother. Chris designed her using my aptitude testing, my voice, and my mannerisms. That’s our one biological child together, so to speak. Using biologically loosely. She was conceived with his company and my brain.”
Yeah, Zayn didn’t like it.
Not.
At.
All.
Maura needed to talk it out, so she did.
“We know that Hemmingway had the key, and that his parents were likely killed. That we got out of the mercenaries.”
Elizabeth pulled out her phone.
“I’ll call my source back,” she said.
MATE stopped her.
“Actually, it’s on the news. It just hit the wire in England. It’s early morning there.”
She found a station, and turned it on.
On the screen, there were two pictures of deceased victims to a shooting.
Uh-oh.
A shooting in the UK?
That wasn’t common.
Not.
At.
All.
Together, they all watched and listened to the guy deliver the news.
‘This morning, the bodies of the Duke and Dutchess of Gordon were found in their stable. Inside the house, the staff were also killed in what looks to be a hired hit.’
Oh, fuckity.
They now had confirmation.
Only, Elizabeth was staring at the man.
“Why does he look familiar?” Elizabeth asked, as Ivan walked back into the room, freshly showered. “How do I know him?”
She was damn good with faces, and she was sure she’d seen him before.
Jagger and Maura thought the same thing.
