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A sheen of sweat popped up along Chadwick’s brow, but I had to hand it to him—he could bullshit as well as any lawyer I’d ever met. “Of course. That might be fastest. Have them make an appointment with my office should there be any questions.”
There would definitely be questions on nonexistent accounts. We all knew that.
“Thank you,” Abby said. “I’ll do that. Again, my condolences.”
She turned to leave. There was a moment, barely noticeable, when Chadwick and I stood face-to-face, no one between us. Just two killers measuring each other up. And that’s what he was. He might not have pulled the trigger on my parents, might not have thrown the Molotov cocktails himself, but Chadwick was responsible, and he knew it. I knew it.
And in that single moment, I let him see deep into me—the determination, the power, the ferocious need to hold his neck in my hands and snap it like a twig.
I was coming for him, and he could hire a thousand mercenaries, but they wouldn’t be able to stop me. He was a dead man walking, and in that moment, he knew it.
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Chapter Fifteen
“You’re not going to spank me, Levi. Forget about it.”
“Sounds kinky,” Eli joked as Abby and I walked through the door to the safe house. “You think you know someone…”
“You’re going to want to spank her too.” My heart still hadn’t slowed after the shock of having her waltz up to Alan Chadwick and carry on an all-but-threatening conversation as if she had balls the size of grenades.
“Sounds even kinkier,” Eli said.
I leveled my meanest look on him. “She confronted Chadwick, right there in the courthouse.”
“What?”
Even Remi got in on that one. Both of my brothers turned from their computers, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. Both gradually narrowed glares on Abby as my words sank in.
“Damn right she needs a spanking,” Remi said.
“Try it and die, douchebag.” Abby threw her purse onto a chair and went to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water. “He needed to know we were on to him. And that we weren’t afraid.”
“He definitely knows,” I said.
Eli cocked his head. “The question is, what’s he going to do about it now?”
“With any luck after the death glare Levi gave him, he’ll fall back and regroup.” Abby chugged half the bottle, all while eyeing me with satisfaction.
I stepped into her space, letting my death glare out the slightest bit. “Your ass is still mine, little bird,” I said so only she could hear.
Abby was getting too used to me; there wasn’t even a hint of cowering. Just a saucy wink that made me want to spank her all the more. “You wish.”
I did. But we could discuss kinky sex another time. Right now—
A distinctive ring sounded from the vicinity of the computers—the burner phone I’d only used with Detective Bryant. Eli passed it to me quickly.
“Agozi.”
“It’s Bryant.”
From the first word I knew something was up. The rush in his voice, the strain. I pulled the phone away from my ear and switched it to speaker. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to meet with you.”
His voice sounded even worse as it echoed through the room. The four of us exchanged identical frowns. “At the station?”
“No. Anywhere but there, actually.”
