Page 134 of Somebody's Watching Me
“No, she’s not.” He tugged her hand, pulling her down to lie next to him. “But she is an employee of Fairweather Holdings.”
Someone could have thrown a bucket of ice water on her then, and she wouldn’t have even registered it.
“Easy.” Liam laid a hand on her shoulder so she wouldn’t explode. “It gets worse.”
“How could it get worse?”
“Denise Brookman was hired three months ago to work in the Public Relations department of the North Florida Fairweather offices.”
Jamison gasped and bolted upright again. “That means Jan hired her!”
“I figured as much.”
Sitting up with her, Liam crossed his legs, and she did the same, the two of them sitting face to face. “One of the Zanmi members the cops nabbed the other night is an ex-Port Michaelson detective. The guy visits the station regularly, and half his buddies were assigned as guards here.”
“Is that why you’re using Hollingsdale now?”
“Yeah, and we’re shifting gears on company personnel, too. Only those I’ve vetted will watch over Emily and Claudia. That leaves mehere with Izzy and one or two Hollingsdale PD. The rest I’m sending to Samuel’s place. Then there’s Selah I have to figure out, and Samuel wants Josie to have protection.”
“Liam.”
“I know. I know.” He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, the exhaustion stripping down his walls. “Klausen and his team should be here soon, but I don’t know when. He’s sending other agents over tomorrow afternoon, but I don’t know if I can trust them. My dad says he’ll be here in about seventy-two hours, but I don’t know if the person he’s counting on to get me what I need will come through.”
“Liam.” She pulled his hands from his face. “Top to bottom.”
He dropped onto the mattress, dragging her with him. They settled on their pillows, the silence stretching as they both mentally pulled out the information stored in their brains regarding Zanmi.
“Toby kills Charlie on their sailboat and leaves for medical school eleven months later.”
“But where does CeCe go?” she asked, knowing her part in this back and forth. “The sailboat sat parked for years with no one touching it, yet she stayed on the island and finished high school. How did she live without touching Charlie’s money?”
“And when she does need money for nursing school in Miami, Toby gets it from Trevor, who doesn’t access Charlie’s account but furnishes the funds himself.”
Jamison snickered. “Trevor has always wanted to play the hero.”
She might be making light of the situation, but she had often wondered what would have happened if Toby had contacted her father directly. Would he and CeCe have been welcomed home with open arms? Would they have unknowingly allowed a mass murderer into their lives?
Without a doubt, the answer was yes. They were a messy family, but a family nonetheless, and with the guilt her father held, Toby and CeCe would have been given whatever they wanted.
“Let’s not focus on CeCe,” Liam said. “She’s not the solution here.”
CeCe was always a dead end. There were hardly any records of her existence before she arrived in St. Louis. Even the time she spent in college was a fuzzy haze of misinformation. “So, Toby goes to medical school in Grenada.”
“Where he gets introduced to Marcus Etienne,” Liam continued. “The two of them become close. Marcus introduces Toby to some light edge play, and Toby develops a fondness for knives. By the end of the first semester, there are four total med students in their group, all into various forms of BDSM, but nothing too nefarious.”
Liam had memorized every report—every detail of the case—not wanting any point to be missed.
“Except when Toby gets involved with a local island girl, and she loses an eye. Marcus and the other four come to Toby’s defense. The authorities believe them because they’re med students,” she said, having memorized all the details right along with him. “The behavior escalates, and Toby doesn’t stop terrorizing women in the area because now he’s proven no one can stop him. The other three join in, and things quickly go from sexy good times with willing partners to some pretty sick shit.”
“I’m still pissed we haven’t been able to nail the others with something.”
“At least Etienne is dead,” she pointed out. “And you’ve tried with the others, Liam. It’s not your fault.”
His finger stroked the back of her hand resting next to his, and she reminded herself to stay focused. “Toby comes to Miami with his college buddies.”
“Marcus, Richard Henderson, and Eugene Gilbert.”
An active file on the three doctors had been kept in their apartment, and Liam would update it once a month with the trio’s current whereabouts and dealings. When he moved out, he had taken it with him.
