“It’s my shower.” Maggie drew a shaky breath, and I knew she’d had enough small talk.
I leaned down and brushed my lips across hers. “What did you want to talk about?”
Maggie hung her head.
“What is it?” I lifted her chin.
“Why did your father insist Joe and Rebecca’s accident wasn’t an accident?”
“A deal went bad. The owner made threats against Joe and my dad.”
“Did they stop after the accident?” Maggie rested her hands on my chest.
Be it her touch, or my need to come clean with her, I decided then and there to tell her everything. “The threats stopped before the accident because the guy offed himself.”
Her hand flew to her mouth.
I nodded and continued. “But Pops was still convinced it was the dead guy’s people. The cops couldn’t prove anything.”
“Is that why you held back on me in court? You don’t think Papa Joe’s paranoid at all, do you?”
“Paranoid, no. Cautious, yes.”
Maggie shivered. “I talked to a detective tonight. Wayne O’Malley.”
“I know him. Decent guy.”
“He asked if I was related to Rebecca, and the conversation went from there.” She pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Should I be worried? I mean, will someone try to kill you or me and the kids? I’m getting all these threatening calls”
“What?” A lightbulb came on in the back of my mind. “The prank calls?”
“Do you think they could be coming from Chantal?”
Her question hit me like a throat punch. My daughter’s mother harassed me via telephone, why not Maggie? “It’s a distinct possibility. I have people at Marchionni Corp who can trace them.”
Nodding, she murmured, “They’re just calls, right?”
I have no idea, but I intend to find out.I pulled her tighter and kissed the top of her head. “We deal with someinterestingpeople, but you don’t need to worry. I had Leo put security on you.”
Her mouth fell open. “It was you? Why?”
“After the engagement announcement, I didn’t want to take any chances—”
“My God, you scared the hell out of me. I thought your parents were having me tailed.” She smacked my arm.
“Ow. Easy there, slugger.”
“I don’t want people following me.”
“Mags—”
“We’ll talk about that later. I have more important questions right now.” She avoided making eye contact.
It surprised me that she seemed more nervous than upset.What the hell does she know?“Wayne told you something else?”
“No, not Wayne.” Maggie chewed her lower lip. “I did some checking up on Chantal.”
I coughed from the second verbal throat punch in as many minutes. “Why?”