Page 53 of The Billionaire and His Driver
They were still coming down from that mountain high when knocks were heard on the bedroom door.
Ronny knew it had to be Sully. No one else was allowed to come onto the fourth floor without permission. But he had to regulate his breathing before he answered. “Yes?”
“May I come in?”
Brina attempted to move off of Ronny, but he stopped her. “This is our house,” he said to her. “Stay where you are.”
He made sure they were fully covered, and then he responded to his brother. “Come in.”
Sully entered the bedroom. When he saw that Brina was on top of his brother, and assumed what they had been up to, he felt a sense of joy that his brother had finally found somebody to love. But the person he had found was still an enigma to Sully. He wasn’t nearly as sure of her innocence as Ronny seemed to be. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, “but Mac just called.”
“They found Joe Mosley?” Ronny asked him as Brina waited anxiously to hear the answer.
“Not him,” said Sully. “But they’ve found Sabrina’s former boss from that Detroit charity. They found Troy Cannigan.”
“I thought he was in prison?” Ronny asked. Brina had thought so too.
“That’s the crazy part. He still had a few months remaining on his sentence, but because of overcrowding he was freed a week ago. There was no public announcement. Even his jail mates thought he was still in the infirmary because of a cold he had. But they released him straight from the infirmary. And our guys found him.”
“Where?”Ronny asked.
“Mac did a deep background on him, discovered he still owned this shack in the woods, and he was able to look at satellite video of a figure going in and out of that location. A figure that looks a lot like the man Drez Wilburn described as Troy Cannigan. That’s when our guys were able to go in and hold him at gunpoint. It’s not Mosley, but it’s the next best thing. He has a lot of the answers we need. We’re heading out in the morning.”
“No we aren’t,” said Ronny. “We’re heading out now.”
Brina was pleased to hear it. She didn’t think she could wait till morning.
“Sounds good to me,” Sully said, pleased too. And he exited the bedroom.
Brina leaned her head up and looked at Ronny. “Thanks.”
Ronny smiled and kissed her. “The beginning of the end,” he promised her, pulled out of her, and they both got out of bed.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
On Ronny’s private Dassault Falcon jet, he and Brina, along with Sully, Tex, and Reynolds McNabb, settled down for the four-and-a-half-hour flight to Detroit. Ronny had gone to bed, but Brina was playing cards with the guys: She and Sully were partners, and Reynolds and Tex were partners. She and Sully lost every game, but she still enjoyed herself.
A half-hour outside of their Detroit and Ronny finally woke up and came back up front. He stretched and sat beside Brina at the small conference table. They were just starting another game. “Who’s winning?” he asked as he yawned.
“The hunks always win,” said Reynolds laughingly. “Who else?”
Brina, Sully and Tex laughed too, but Ronny didn’t know if he wanted his woman hanging out with “hunks.” But he constantly had to remind himself that she wasn’t like all those women he knew before. Good looking men might be interested in Brina, but Brina’s moral core wasn’t going to let her return the attraction. “Sully’s the reason you’re losing,” he said to her.
They all laughed at that, too, as Reynolds received a phone call. “Okay thanks,” he said and ended the call. “A report is coming up on CNN about an SUV in Eugene found in the river.”
Ronny quickly pressed the button on the side that pulled down a television. He then grabbed the remote and tuned into CNN. They were on commercial, but then they came back from break.
“The occupants of the black Suburban that authorities dragged out of the river in Eugene, Oregon have been identified,” the anchorman said.
Photos of Oscar Grisham and his daughter Fallon were suddenly splattered on the TV screen. “According to authorities,” the anchorman continued, “former Oregon Governor Oscar Grisham and his daughter Fallon Grisham, along with their driver and bodyguard, were the occupants of the Suburban. The preliminary reports are that there was a blown out tire that caused the SUV to lose control. None of the victims survived.”
Everybody was stunned. Ronny sat back when he heard the report. “It wasGrisham? That bastard tried tokillme?”
“You wrestled control of his company from him,” said Reynolds. “That move left him in ruins.”
“Just like he left our old man in ruins,” Sully shot back. “Cry me a river over that asshole!”
But Brina could see Ronny was affected by the turn of events. “You’re okay?” she asked him.
