Her Billionaire Secret Part 3: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Jenna Chase, Elise Kelby Page B

face. Tevis was startled, he’d never seen Josie cry. He reached out and took her hand.
    “It was Fay Tyler’s fifteenth birthday and the last day of filming. Her mother left her alone on the set and got into the car of the producer of the film. He was ten years younger than her, handsome and the heir to oil billions.”
    “He was her lover?”
    “That was what the journalists built it up to be. Until then Kathryn Tyler was whiter than white, the darling of the press. On her death—they tainted her memory with conjecture.”
    “What happened to the film producer?”
    “He died with her.”
    “So there was no one to refute the rumours.”
    “No. The gossip magazines wanted their story and went after Kathryn’s daughter.”
    “There are things about Claire that are starting to make sense.”
    “She’s probably been to hell and back over the past ten years. When I look at her I don’t see Kathryn Tyler. She’s so patently Fay Tyler I don’t know how she hasn’t been recognised   before.”
    “You think I brought her back into the spotlight?”
    Josie looked at him thoughtfully. “Possibly. But someone knew she is now using the name Claire Bretton. I’d swear it had nothing to do with anyone in this house so it has to be someone else. Someone who knows Claire and has made the connection.”
    “And informed Citrus Gem Magazine,” Tevis responded tightly, his anger only just held at bay. “Josie, it’s even worse than that. It has to be someone who knew Claire was coming here. Someone who has been following her. Someone she probably trusts.”
    “Yes. Someone who knows she has been in this house since last Friday.”

Chapter Two
    TEVIS
    “Sam?” Tevis cradled his mobile phone to his ear as he paced the basement garage. It was the only place he could be certain no one would overhear him. “Sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but I’d like you to do an urgent job for me.”
    As the voice at the other end of the line confirmed his availability, Tevis laughed. “I know you’ll charge me premium rate, but you’re worth every penny—and don’t use that comment to inflate future bills! His grin widened at Sam’s response.
    “Friend, I know you are not poor,” he laughed. I’ve seen your holiday place in the South of France. Don’t pull that one on me.”
    Tevis leant against the garage wall and his tone turned serious. “I want information and quickly.”
    Sam’s voice on the other end of the phone became business like.
    “As much as you can get to me in two hours and the rest tomorrow morning—and keep your searches low-key, I don’t want anyone alerted.
    He paused to let Sam take the information in and then continued.  
    “I want you to get as much as you can on a young woman and her family. I want to know what happened ten years ago. How they stopped the press hounding them and, importantly, the real information about her mother’s death. I know you have ways to find out. I’m not asking how. Just do what you can to get it.”
    Sam’s low voice repeated Tevis’s instructions as he jotted the information down.
    “The woman’s name? It’s Fay Tyler, the daughter of the actress Kathryn Tyler,” he responded to Sam’s next question. “Yes,   the  Kathryn Tyler. Oh, and Sam, Fay Tyler is working under her real name of Claire Bretton. Someone she knows has sold or given information to Citrus Gem Magazine about her. Check out her co-workers at Stanford and Henderson Law.”
    Tyler listened with satisfaction as Sam gave an estimate of the time frame he’d be able to deliver. “One more thing, I don’t want this sent to me electronically.”
    Sam’s tone of voice at the other end of the phone held concern.
    “I’d rather not risk this information falling into the wrong hands. Use a secure courier—or even better, bring it yourself.”
    Tevis straightened and walked towards the staircase leading up to the back of the house. “Thank you, Sam. Yes, Claire is important. She’s the