voicemail. “Does he forget who is paying his salary?”
He called again. This time Kent answered. “Mr. Trent. We’re about to meet this person.”
“What person?”
“The person who is going to give Riley some information for the case she is doing for you.”
What the hell? “Did you clear this with me?”
“Uh, Riley said she ran it by you.”
“She mentioned it, but I never approved this field trip.”
“I was under the impression that you knew about it.”
“Where are you?”
He gave Dirk the address. “Stay put.”
“We’re about to make contact.”
“No, in fact. Leave. Don’t make contact. I don’t want Riley in any danger.”
“She’s perfectly safe. I wouldn’t have done this if I’d thought there was danger. That is my job, Mr. Trent.”
“Just get out of there,” Dirk said.
He jammed his finger to disconnect the call. Damn that Riley. She’d hoodwinked Kent. She’d convinced him to take her out for this meeting. What were they thinking? Then he remembered that he’d given his driver the rest of the day off.
He had a backup car service, so he called them. A car arrived fifteen minutes later. He would pick up Riley and bring her home. What was he going to do? She’d pissed him off. He’d have to fire Kent, but he couldn’t do that until he found another bodyguard.
That woman was going to give him a heart attack.
He dialed her number again. She still didn’t answer. Now he was really pissed. What was happening? He wouldn’t be satisfied until he heard her voice. To get her off of this job, he was going to have to fire her company. He wasn’t happy, but would that get her fired?
He hoped not, but he was out of ideas to keep Riley safe. She refused to back down on this case, and she was going to get hurt again. He couldn’t handle that again.
This was why he didn’t want to be in love with anyone. This pain in his chest that increased with every red light they encountered. Kent hadn’t called him back to confirm that the meeting had been aborted.
No one was listening to him.
Not even the driver, who didn’t take the route that Dirk had suggested. Now they sat in traffic, and who knew what was happening to Riley. He hoped he hadn’t been too late. Or he wouldn’t be too late.
Finding this problem in his company was not worth anyone’s life. It certainly wasn’t worth Riley’s life.
He’d have to implement Marcia’s plan and see what happened. They could flush out this person another way. He should have made that clear to Riley. He should have insisted that she was off the case.
He’d been blinded, and now she was going to get hurt again. It would be his fault.
Chapter Eight
Kent texted Riley that Dirk wanted them to abort the meeting. She texted back her guard, who only sat a few feet from her. Joan sat behind her. “He’s almost here. Let’s just meet him.”
At this point, she was too close. She could feel it in her bones that this would be break in the case. Maybe not a final break, but she would have a better idea of whom to target and investigate.
This cloak and dagger stuff was getting old. She wanted to get back in front of a computer. People were difficult. Computers were either ones or zeros. Simple. And these affairs were getting messy.
Dirk. Damn him. This would be over soon, and she had feelings for him. This meeting was the key to finally ending this case before her heart ended up shattered.
A familiar face looked in the coffee shop. Zeke. So those e-mails had come from him. She didn’t wave, but nodded at him.
He pulled out his phone, indicating he had to take the call. Frustration reigned. She didn’t want to wait any longer. To have him right there. She hoped he had information. Her cover was blown otherwise. Zeke clearly hadn’t known until now that she wasn’t really Dirk’s girlfriend.
Hopefully he’d keep his mouth shut. Of course he would.
Then time seemed to slow. He tucked
He called again. This time Kent answered. “Mr. Trent. We’re about to meet this person.”
“What person?”
“The person who is going to give Riley some information for the case she is doing for you.”
What the hell? “Did you clear this with me?”
“Uh, Riley said she ran it by you.”
“She mentioned it, but I never approved this field trip.”
“I was under the impression that you knew about it.”
“Where are you?”
He gave Dirk the address. “Stay put.”
“We’re about to make contact.”
“No, in fact. Leave. Don’t make contact. I don’t want Riley in any danger.”
“She’s perfectly safe. I wouldn’t have done this if I’d thought there was danger. That is my job, Mr. Trent.”
“Just get out of there,” Dirk said.
He jammed his finger to disconnect the call. Damn that Riley. She’d hoodwinked Kent. She’d convinced him to take her out for this meeting. What were they thinking? Then he remembered that he’d given his driver the rest of the day off.
He had a backup car service, so he called them. A car arrived fifteen minutes later. He would pick up Riley and bring her home. What was he going to do? She’d pissed him off. He’d have to fire Kent, but he couldn’t do that until he found another bodyguard.
That woman was going to give him a heart attack.
He dialed her number again. She still didn’t answer. Now he was really pissed. What was happening? He wouldn’t be satisfied until he heard her voice. To get her off of this job, he was going to have to fire her company. He wasn’t happy, but would that get her fired?
He hoped not, but he was out of ideas to keep Riley safe. She refused to back down on this case, and she was going to get hurt again. He couldn’t handle that again.
This was why he didn’t want to be in love with anyone. This pain in his chest that increased with every red light they encountered. Kent hadn’t called him back to confirm that the meeting had been aborted.
No one was listening to him.
Not even the driver, who didn’t take the route that Dirk had suggested. Now they sat in traffic, and who knew what was happening to Riley. He hoped he hadn’t been too late. Or he wouldn’t be too late.
Finding this problem in his company was not worth anyone’s life. It certainly wasn’t worth Riley’s life.
He’d have to implement Marcia’s plan and see what happened. They could flush out this person another way. He should have made that clear to Riley. He should have insisted that she was off the case.
He’d been blinded, and now she was going to get hurt again. It would be his fault.
Chapter Eight
Kent texted Riley that Dirk wanted them to abort the meeting. She texted back her guard, who only sat a few feet from her. Joan sat behind her. “He’s almost here. Let’s just meet him.”
At this point, she was too close. She could feel it in her bones that this would be break in the case. Maybe not a final break, but she would have a better idea of whom to target and investigate.
This cloak and dagger stuff was getting old. She wanted to get back in front of a computer. People were difficult. Computers were either ones or zeros. Simple. And these affairs were getting messy.
Dirk. Damn him. This would be over soon, and she had feelings for him. This meeting was the key to finally ending this case before her heart ended up shattered.
A familiar face looked in the coffee shop. Zeke. So those e-mails had come from him. She didn’t wave, but nodded at him.
He pulled out his phone, indicating he had to take the call. Frustration reigned. She didn’t want to wait any longer. To have him right there. She hoped he had information. Her cover was blown otherwise. Zeke clearly hadn’t known until now that she wasn’t really Dirk’s girlfriend.
Hopefully he’d keep his mouth shut. Of course he would.
Then time seemed to slow. He tucked
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