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Standing, I stretch and walk to the windows to watch the scene below, hoping to process the information I’ve discerned. Mr. Williams, Mr. Brentwood, and Mr. Galanis pose somewhat of a mystery. The videos haven’t revealed anything helpful yet. The only thing remotely relevant is that workers moved the fake wall shortly before it collapsed. But it wasn’t clear that they did anything to sabotage it.
The aroma of freshly brewed Kona coffee has me turning back to the table. A steaming cup sits next to a plate of chocolate-covered coconut macaroons. Yum! Looking around to thank Walter, he’s nowhere in sight. Somehow, he slipped in, deposited the goodies, and disappeared before I could turn around. With his stealth superpower, he’d be quite valuable to the spy agencies.
Fortified with sugar, chocolate, and caffeine, I play the next video, hitting fast-forward when the stage is empty. It’s a painstakingly slow process. I finally locate the third accident.
Aha! There is a common thread. It’s time to find Sean.
Me: Where are you?
Sean: In my office.
Me: Can I come there?
Sean: It sounds like you’re in need. I’d be happy for you to come in my office.
Me.: Very funny. I found something strange about the accidents and about Mr. Galanis’s attorney.
Sean: Great. See you in a few minutes. Use the private elevator. Your palm print should work. If not, text me.
Me: Okay. Be right there.
Sean: I don’t have any more appointments today. No one will interrupt us …
Me: Would it be a problem if they did?
Sean: I hope so. Hurry up.
With a grin on my face, I tuck the laptop into a tote bag and retrace my earlier steps to the private elevator that will take me to Sean’s office.
Hopefully, we can fit the puzzle pieces together.
34
SEAN
Since Lowri texted, I can’t stop smiling. It’s hard to explain. Something’s missing when we’re apart. Who knew a temporary wife would make me this happy?
Wife? What a bizarre concept. Sheissizzling hot. It’s no wonder I’m looking forward to her company, and after all, it’s not a permanent arrangement, so it’s not like I’m stuck married forever. Effectively, I get the best of everything for now—a perfect companion, a savvy lawyer, and mind-blowing sex with no long-term strings.
What else could I want?
A knock on the door grabs my attention. “Come in.”
“I wanted to check in with you before I leave for the day. Do you need anything?” Emily asks.
“I don’t think so. Lowri’s on her way here. She found additional info about Mr. Brentwood’s fall.”
“What did she figure out?” Emily asks, looking concerned.
“I’m not sure yet. Hopefully, we’ll get to the bottom of this soon. We can’t reopen the show until we’re certain there won’t be more accidents.”
“I’m good with details. I’d be happy to stick around to help.”
“That’s not necessary. I’ll let you know tomorrow if we need you to follow up on anything.”
“I don’t mind staying,” she insists.
“I appreciate your dedication but not another word. Go home. Your days here are already long enough. We’ve got this. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, motioning for her to head out. I’m fortunate to have an assistant as efficient and loyal as Emily. I try not to take advantage of her time.
