Page 175 of Accidental Theirs
Back at home, I’m only on my first cocktail of the night about eight in the evening, when my phone dings with a strange notification.
I look down at it, and it’s the code. Someone has inputted Roland’s code ten times. They’re trying to get in.
I instantly call Damien.
“I saw it. I’m on my way. Meet me there,” he barks before hanging up.
I blink.
Damien is definitely not a man who knows how to speak to people, but he gets things done.
I rush to Carter Holdings and somehow, even though Damien lives closer, I get there first.
He must have hit some traffic.
I park in the shadows again, rushing to get out of the car, and head toward the door.
A shadow spills across the pavement, and I realize they’re still there.
My heart races.
I’m finally going to be useful and find the leak.
I nearly break into a run and instantly pin the person, a woman, up against the wall.
She squeals and looks up at me, and her eyes go wide.
Marie.
Olivia’s best friend. The woman I’d seen her with just a few weeks ago at Yelena’s.
“Marie, you-you're the leak.”
I expect her to defend herself, to tell me it’s all some mistake, but she just deflates.
“God, I never wanted any of this.”
I stare at her, not knowing what to say.
“I’m not the only leak, and the other one is more dangerous,” she hisses, and I’m about to ask her what the hell she’s talking about when police sirens make me wince.
She sprints away from me while I’m distracted, but a figure sweeps her up in a clothesline, grabbing her around the waist.
She cries out but stays still, allowing Damien to keep her until the police put cuffs on her.
I walk up next to Damien. “What did you do?”
“I told the cops someone was trespassing. It’s technically breaking and entering since she shouldn’t have access.”
“Smart.”
So, that’s why he was late.
Damien’s pretty sharp, and I can’t help but respect it.
Marie is led away in cuffs, and I look at Damien, rubbing my hand across my stubbled jaw.
“God, Marie.” Damien groans. “How are we supposed to tell Olivia?”
