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Damsel in Danger
Danger Incorporated
Book One
by
Olivia Jaymes
www.OliviaJaymes.com
Damsel in Danger
Ex-DEA agent Jason Anderson is trying to rebuild his life after being held prisoner by a sadistic drug cartel. With a little help from his friends, Logan Wright and Jared Monroe, he’s starting a new business and moving forward. He only thinks about the past during the long, dark nights. It’s then that he feels most alone.
Brinley Snow has moved into her dream home. It’s everything she’s wanted and more although she facing a mountain of renovation work. Luckily it came with the bonus of a sexier than sin neighbor.
One sultry summer night, Brinley gathers up her courage and asks Jason to join her for dinner. They’re instantly attracted to one another but the evening quickly goes down hill as she ends up in the interrogation room of the local police. An unknown dead man had her address clutched in his hand. The authorities – and Jason – think she’s the key to finding a cold-blooded murderer.
With a first date like that Brinley’s not sure she’ll survive a second. Then again she’s never met anyone like Jason. He’s not the typical boy-next-door. He’s all man.
And with a little luck, he could become all hers.
DAMSEL IN DANGER
Kindle Edition Copyright © 2015 by Olivia Jaymes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
Table of Contents
Title Page
About the Book
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue
About the Author
Other Books by the Author
Chapter One
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Brinley Snow placed the last piece of silverware on the table and stood back to study her handiwork. She was having dinner with Greg Henry tonight and she wanted everything to go smoothly. The baked ziti was bubbling in the oven and the tiramisu was chilling in the refrigerator along with a nice cabernet that needed to be around sixty-three degrees before serving.
It was a gorgeous early summer night so she’d set them up on the screened-in back patio. That patio had been one of the major reasons she’d purchased this house. It overlooked a large backyard that she’d spent days laboring over, digging up weeds and planting flowers. It wasn’t a professional job but it made the house feel more like home. The neighbor’s dog seemed to agree. The yellow lab named Huck was always there to “help” whether she was planting a begonia or having a cool drink on a hot day.
Brinley stuck her head into the kitchen so she could check the time. Greg was late – at least fifteen minutes – and that didn’t seem like him. From what she could discern from their short acquaintance he was the type that was five minutes early everywhere he went. A positive trait among several she saw as possible red flags.
Greg hadn’t yet been promoted from casual friend to boyfriend and he might never be placed in that category. Brinley had reservations about their budding relationship, not the least of which was although he was a good looking man by any standards, he left her cold as Chicago in January. He simply didn’t get her motor running.
Of course that didn’t mean it was all hopeless. This was only their second date and they’d barely even touched. He’d been a gentleman and although she appreciated his impeccable manners sometimes a woman just wanted to be pressed up against a wall and kissed.
Hard.
Clearly Greg wasn’t the type to do that. When they’d first met he’d said something about a bad back so presumably he wouldn’t be slinging her anywhere, least of all against a wall or on the kitchen table.
The back door of her neighbor’s house swung open, the screen door squeaking and Huck prancing in the grass. Brinley and Huck had formed a close relationship over the last four weeks, but it was the man dressed in cutoff shorts and a black t-shirt who had every bit of her attention.
Mr. Gorgeous. Now here was a man that could press a woman against the wall or lift her onto a table and fuck her brains out.
To be truthful, Mr. Gorgeous wasn’t his real name. He was Jason Anderson and according to a few of the other neighbors he had lived here about three years. Fran, the neighbor on the other side, said he traveled quite a bit and the addition of Huck to the household was recent.
Jason was friendly enough, waving whenever they were both outside and even stopping to chat about innocuous subjects like the weather or if the mail was late. She’d wanted to invite him over for a glass of wine but was too chicken. He was way out of her league.
Wide shoulders and flat abs. Short dark hair. Piercing green eyes. And that scar. Holy moly, that scar on his cheek made him look a little dangerous. Kind of dashing. And sexy as hell.
He was the biggest reason she’d accepted that date invitation from Greg when they kept bumping into each other at the corner gourmet coffee shop. If she was drooling like this over a man she didn’t know all that well, it was obvious she’d been without one too long.
Her neighbor threw a tennis ball and the dog jumped up into the air to catch it before loping back to its owner, ball in mouth. Huck was gazing up at Jason Anderson with an expression that could only be described as adoring. She couldn’t help but wonder if her neighbor had a woman or two tucked away somewhere that looked at him in the same way. She’d never seen a female visiting but that didn’t mean he didn’t have one. She was probably beautiful and successful, always well dressed and never caught without makeup.
“You are an idiot,” she muttered under her breath as her phone vibrated on the table. Grabbing her cell, she pressed it to her ear, determined to put Jason Anderson out of her mind.
“Hello?”
“Brinley? It’s Greg. I’m afraid I have bad news.”
“I can barely hear you. You’re going to have to speak up a little.”
Greg said something she couldn’t quite make out and then the background noise switched off.
“Is that better? I was listening to the radio in my car.”
“Much better. What’s the bad news?” she asked, although she had a pretty decent idea what it was if he was still in his car when he was supposed to be here. She shouldn’t feel so relieved either but she did.
“I can’t make it. There’s an emergency at work that I need to deal with. I hope you understand.”
Of course she did. Although now she was going to have to eat alone. Again.
“It’s okay, Greg. I do understand.”
Maybe this was a sign from the dating gods that she and Greg weren’t meant to be.
“You’re a sweetheart. Please say you forgive me and that you’ll let me make it up to you this weekend. I’ll take you to that new French place that’s getting rave reviews.”
He did sound regretful and sorry, although anxious to get the hell off the phone. He was speaking at twice his normal rate.
It wasn’t in Brinley’s nature to hold a grudge. From what she’d seen so far Greg’s work was very demanding of his time. He worked in finance and trading although what she knew about that would fit on the head of a pin. He talked about getting up early for the London markets and had vaguely mentioned something about a hedge fund and market derivatives.
“That sounds lovely and I completely understand, although we don’t have too many emergencies in second grade unless it’s a skinned knee.”
“Those kids are lucky to have you. Listen, I need to go. I’ll call you about this weekend.”
And with that Brinley’s phone went dead. Sighing, she slapped the phone on the table and wondered what to do next.
She could sit down all alone and eat the meal she’d slaved over or she could pack it up in the fridge and drink wine in front of the television until she fell asleep.
Feeling sorry for herself.
Brinley sighed and began to stack up the dishes on the table. She was looking down so she didn’t see the tennis ball until it smacked against her screen, ripping it from the frame. The ball landed harmlessly on the floor but Huck was jumping up and barking, trying to get into the patio.
“Shit. Hey, I’m sorry.” Jason Anderson jogged over and slipped his fingers under Huck’s collar to get him under control. “He and I got a little wild. I’ll get this fixed for you, I promise.”
She picked up the tennis ball and tossed it out of the gaping hole in her screen to the whining dog held fast by her neighbor. Luckily she liked dogs much more than she liked screens. Jason’s hand snaked out and caught the ball before Huck had a chance to grab it.
“It’s not a big deal. It needed replacing anyway. They all do.” Along with everything else in the house. But that’s why she’d purchased it. She wanted to make it her own. And the rundown nature of the property ensured she’d been able to afford it.
“Still, you probably weren’t planning to replace them right away. They have some life left. I’ll get a staple gun and mend it until I can get it replaced.”
“It’s not nec–”
She needn’t have bothered to answer because Mr. Gorgeous was already striding toward his own garage, Huck at his heels. She barely had time to turn off the oven before he was standing on a ladder and stapling the screen back into its frame.
“There. That should hold you until I can get it replaced.”
He climbed down from the ladder and wiped his dusty hands on a rag hanging from a rung. It was then that he seemed to notice her table was set complete with linen cloth, flowers, and a freshly tossed salad.
“That ball could have ruined your dinner.” He scratched the canine behind the ears, earning a lick of gratitude. “You almost got me in big trouble, puppy dog. I don’t think our neighbor would like us very much if we broke her dishes. No matter how cute you are.”
Brinley shrugged, her cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Actually I was just taking this all inside. My…friend called and can’t make it.”
Huck moved toward the sliding glass door to the kitchen, his nose sniffing the air appreciatively. Jason groaned and hooked the dog’s collar with his fingers.
“He’s always hungry. I guess I better feed him dinner. C’mon, Huck. Let’s leave Brinley in peace.”
She was tired of the peace and quiet. She could have that any time.
“Have you eaten?” The words seemed to pop out of her mouth unheeded and without any forethought. “I mean…would you like to join me? I made too much food for one person.”
Damn, this was what happened when she didn’t think things through. He was going to say no and then they’d be uncomfortable around each other until one of them moved.
She really was stupid. Rarely did she do anything that could even remotely be called brave. Indecision was clearly written on his handsome face.
“Sure, why not?” His features relaxed into a smile. “I’ve got an empty refrigerator and have been eating junk food all week. A home cooked meal would be nice. Thank you.”
It was only dinner. Two neighbors enjoying each other’s company. No more. No less.
*
Brinley was a damn fine cook.
Jason had devoured a tossed salad, two plates of baked ziti, three slices of garlic bread, and was now working on a plate of tiramisu that melted on his tongue. He should have thrown a tennis ball and broken her screen weeks ago.
“Another glass of wine?” Brinley held up the bottle as she settled back into her chair. She’d cleared away the dinner dishes and waved away his offer of help.
“No, thank you. One is my limit, although I’m not planning to drive or anything.”
“I think you’ve eaten too much take out, but I’ll just say thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Despite the fact that they barely knew one another, dinner hadn’t been too awkward. He’d found out she was going to be the new second grade teacher at Tremont Elementary which explained why she was home during the day – summer break. He’d vaguely revealed that he ran a consulting business and that he’d recently left a long-term job. It was all he was willing to tell someone he’d just met.
His plate empty, he sat back in his chair and admired his dinner companion. Long brown hair and trim figure. Not too skinny; she had curves. And muscles. She rode her bike almost every day, coming home tired and sweaty. Tonight she wore a red sundress that displayed a pair of spectacular legs, long and tanned.
Brinley Snow was a very attractive woman.
Jason had been a long time between women. The last female he’d dated hadn’t understood him in the least. There had been a time when that wouldn’t have bothered him, the physical more important than the cerebral. But that was no longer the case. Now if he was going to spend time with a woman he wanted more than an exciting bed partner. He had to be able to talk to her too.
Huck yawned and rolled onto his side, letting Jason know that as far as the Lab was concerned it was time to curl up on his favorite cushion and snooze. He probably should make one more offer to help with the dishes and then make his exit.
He didn’t socialize too much these days. It was almost as if he’d forgotten how to relax and have a good time.
“I can’t believe how much work you’ve done on this house,” Jason observed, taking in the back yard. It looked completely different than when Gail Denton had lived here. “And so quickly too.”
“I could barely move for about a week when I was done but I think it was worth it. Everything had gone to hell, both inside and out. I painted the kitchen today.”
“Mrs. Barnes is getting up there in years and was happy to move into the assisted living apartment complex a town over. Things fell into disrepair and she was frustrated that she couldn’t fix them herself, so she decided to put the house on the market. I was actually pretty surprised when it sold so fast.”
“It was the location and style of the house that attracted me. Renovating and restoring a Craftsman has been something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “I guess you could say I watch too many home renovation shows on television.”
The conversation lagged as they watched the sun as it dipped low on the horizon, painting pink and orange streaks in the sky. The silence made Jason uncomfortable, bringing back memories he’d rather put behind him. He was relieved when his phone chirped and he pulled it from his shorts pocket.
“Excuse me, it’s my brother. I need to take this.”
“Of course. I’ll just finish clearing up.”
Jason stood and walked a few steps away, turning his back to Brinley who was stacking dishes and silverware. Westin Anderson could probably wait but perhaps Jason could use the call as an excuse to make his exit.
“Hey, brother. What’s going on?”
“It’s always something around here and tonight is no different. I could use your help, actually.”
West was the head detective of the Tremont Police department. A grand title, but the reality was he had a staff of only three men. All of them were excellent at their job but West didn’t have nearly enough resources to deal with everything that needed to be done.
“You name it. How can I help?”
“Listen, that new neighbor of yours… You said something about her at Sunday dinner a few weeks ago.”
Jason quickly glanced over his shoulder at the mention of Brinley. She’d cleared the table and was cleaning it off with a wet cloth.
“I did. What about it?” he asked cautiously, not liking where this conversation was heading.
“What do you know about her?”
“You better be going someplace with this,” Jason warned, taking another look at Brinley who was now relaxing in her chair and enjoying the rest of her wine. “Spit it out.”
Jason rubbed his suddenly aching temples.
“I need you to trust me. I don’t want to get into it on the phone but I will say that there’s been a murder.”
“What the–” West interrupted Jason before he’d even finished his sentence.
“I’ll tell you every detail when I see you. I just need to talk to her. Can you get her here or not? I can always send a cruiser to pick her up.”
Jason couldn’t catch a fucking break. Just when life looked like it would be quiet and uneventful, someone smacked him in the head with a two by four.
“Give me fifteen minutes,” Jason snarled and pressed the end button harder than he needed to. Turning back to his smiling hostess, he wasn’t quite sure what to say or how much to tell her. Not that he knew all that much.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, her brows pulled down and clearly worried. “You look like you got bad news.”
Just how bad he didn’t know.
“Brinley, how would you like to take a little drive?”
Jason rubbed the back of his neck as her frown deepened. “It’s kind of late. Where did you want to go?”
If he was going to eat this shit sandwich, he might as well take a big bite.
“The police station. My brother would like to ask you a few questions.”
Chapter Two
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It had taken a good five minutes of persuading to convince Brinley that Jason wasn’t kidding. At first she’d laughed as if it was all a macabre joke. Then her expression had turned to horror when she’d realized he was serious.
Someone was dead and the police wanted to talk to her about it.
“I’ll get you something to drink.” Jason patted her shoulder, stiff and rigid under his palm. Her face was pale and her gaze darted around the interrogation room, here and there, trying to take in everything. If she’d ever been in a police station before Jason would kiss a tarantula.
He left her sitting in the gray room by herself, just the lone woman, a table and two chairs, sitting opposite each other. At least there were a couple of windows but the blinds were pulled closed. It was dreary and depressing and he wanted to get back to her as quickly as possible. But first he needed a few answers from his brother.
He grabbed West’s arm and dragged him into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
“You said you’d give me the details when you saw me. So talk.”
West glanced at the door to the interrogation room before answering. “I’ve got a dead body at the Tremont Motor Inn. Looks like someone took a cannon to the guy’s chest.”
Jason rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath to keep his impatience under control. Sometimes West could be a real pain in the ass.
“Do you remember that time I tied you to the ceiling fan when you were five? It was because you were doing exactly what you’re doing now. Will you just fucking tell me what’s going on? What does this have to do with Brinley?”
West flashed a smile and chuckled at the memory. “I remember Mom and Dad were so mad you had to clean out the horse stalls for a month. Good times.”
“I swear I’ll do it ag–”
West waved the threat away. “I’ll tell you. Damn, you’re wound tight these days. You should meditate or some shit like that. Anyway, the dearly departed was clutching a piece of paper in his hand when we found him. It was the address of your new neighbor. Right now she’s the only lead I have in this murder case. Hopefully she was a friend of the victim and might have an idea who did this.”
A wave of relief ran through Jason’s body and he sagged against the door. “Then you don’t think…”
“I don’t think anything yet. I need to talk to her and find out what she knows.”
“I want to be there.”
Brinley had looked terrified when she’d sat down. There was no way Jason was leaving her alone.
“If she’s okay with it, I’m okay. Let’s get this done.”
*
What had started as a pleasant evening and dinner had turned into a nightmare.
Senior Detective Westin Anderson, who had a strong family resemblance to his brother, really did want to talk to Brinley about a murder. Jason hadn’t been kidding and she hadn’t given him an easy time when he’d delivered his news. She couldn’t imagine knowing anything about a murder in a town she’d only lived in for a month.
Frankly, there wasn’t one good thing about this entire situation.
Two cans of root beer were placed on the table by Jason who then perched on the window ledge, stretching out his long legs. Feeling railroaded into coming here tonight, Brinley refused to look him in the eye. He’d followed her closely all the way here when she’d refused to let him drive her, even trying to guide her with a hand on her elbow when they’d entered the building. She’d shaken him off, marching up to the receptionist desk, completely ignoring him.
But of course he knew everyone in the whole damn building and they treated him like a long lost king, fawning all over him. Why they were acting that way she had no idea, and frankly she had bigger problems to worry about.
West popped open a can and slid it across to her before opening one for himself. “As Jason told you we have a murder victim that we’d like to talk to you about. The man was staying in room twelve at the Tremont Motor Inn. Do you know this gentleman?”
West showed her a photo that had to have been taken post-death and her stomach twisted in her abdomen. Ghastly pale, the man had dark hair and looked to be in his mid-twenties.
Her mouth suddenly dry, she shook her head and reached for the root beer with a trembling hand. “No. I’ve never seen him before.”
Placing the photo back into the file folder, he pulled out a small plastic bag. “His name is Roger Gaines. He’s twenty-six and lives Billings. Does that ring any bells?”
From the corner of her eye she could see Jason shifting as if he was anxious for her reply.
“No,” she said forcefully, wanting this questioning to come to an end. Curling up in her own bed in her own home sounded like heaven right now. “I said I don’t know him, and I’ve never been to Billings.”
Sweat had begun to pool on the back of her neck and her heart pounded so loudly she was sure both West and Jason could hear it. Trying desperately to relax, she concentrated on her breathing.
In. Out. In. Out.
It didn’t help much. She was terrified. She had no friends in this town and no one to defend her from a false charge. Moving away from Chicago and her family and friends suddenly seemed like the height of stupidity.
“Does this look familiar?”
West held out the plastic bag for her inspection. Inside was a slip of paper with her address scrawled on it. The paper was plain white and the writing in blue pen. It couldn’t have been more generic.
“No. I didn’t write it if that’s what you’re asking. I told you I don’t know this guy.”
Jason’s brother wore an inscrutable expression that made her want to toss the root beer can at his head. She had no idea if he believed her or if he thought she was a raving ax murderer let loose on the good citizens of Tremont.
“Would you be willing to give us a handwriting sample?”
In the process of taking a drink when he asked the question, Brinley’s throat tightened up, making it hard to swallow the sweet liquid. This guy obviously thought she was a killer.
“Do I need a lawyer?”
“Let me ask you a question,” West said instead of answering her own query. “Where were you about eight o’clock tonight?”
“She was with me.” Jason had answered so quickly she hadn’t had a chance to respond. He moved away the two steps from the window to the table and leaned forward, his palms on the smooth surface, looking his brother in the eye. “She was with me or in my sight since about seven this evening. What’s the estimated time of death?”
West retreated from his brother’s intensity, leaning back in his chair to put distance between them. “Preliminary estimates put the time of death between eight and nine tonight.”
For the first time since Jason took that phone call, Brinley felt like she could actually breathe. “Then you have to know that I didn’t have anything to do with this.” She stood, the chair scraping on the gray tile. “Can I go now?”
West dragged his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Ms. Snow, I can’t hold you here. You can leave at any time. But I’m asking that you stay. You are the only link to a dead man.”
Brinley threw her hands up, tired of the cat and mouse bullshit that this man had been playing. “I don’t know him. I don’t know how I can help you.”
Jason straightened and began to pace the room. “Is there anyone that you can think of that was coming to visit you? A contractor maybe? Perhaps he’s someone you met briefly in Chicago. Or a friend of a friend?”
Sighing, she fell back into the chair and held her hand out. “A contractor from Billings? That seems far-fetched. Okay, let me see the photo again.”
The cop handed it to her and she grimaced as she studied the still, pale features, looking for any sign of recognition. She was stunned by how young he looked, his pasty skin completely unlined with just a hint of baby fat in his cheek and neck. But she still didn’t know who he was or why he had her address in his hand.
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know him,” she admitted in defeat, handing the photo back. “Maybe he had the wrong address. Maybe he was coming to see someone else on the street. He could have been coming to see Jason.”
West smiled at his brother and handed him the picture. “She’s got a point. Do you recognize him? Is he one of your perps maybe freshly out of prison, coming to make a personal visit?”
“Perps?” Brinley frowned, her gaze going back and forth between the men. “What does he mean by that? Are you some kind of detective too?”
Jason shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “I used to be with the DEA. I’m retired.”
“You look pretty young to be retired,” she retorted, knowing full well he wasn’t telling her the whole truth by the way he looked everywhere but directly at her.
“I have a consulting business. Can we get back to this case? What do we know about the victim, West? If we knew something about him we might be able to make some sort of a connection to something in Brinley’s life.”
“Or yours,” she reminded him. “Or anyone on that street.”
“I think for the time being we are going to have to assume that the address in his hand was correct,” Jason stated, rubbing his chin in thought. “We have to figure out the link between you and Roger Gaines.”
From the set of Jason’s jaw she wasn’t going to win this argument.
And she was still annoyed with him. She couldn’t forget that either. Except the anger that she had felt earlier had drained away, leaving a little fear and a bunch of curiosity. She needed to know why someone had her address in his hand.
And why someone had wanted him dead.
“So what do we do next?”
“You don’t do anything. The police start investigating the victim. Family. Friends. Try and find out why he was here in Tremont.” He pointed to her. “You stay out of the way and be available to answer questions if needed.”
Brinley turned to West who was watching the back and forth with interest. “So after dragging me down here and practically accusing me of murder, you’re sending me home with a pat on the head? You cannot be serious.”
West Anderson grinned, showing off the same dimple in his right cheek that Jason sported. “Good news. You have an iron clad alibi and you’re not a suspect, Ms. Snow. I suggest you do as Jason said. Go back to your life and be available when we have more information. I want to thank you for coming down here and putting up with this questioning. You were very understanding and polite despite the circumstances. If you think of anything that could help us just give me a call.” West stood and slapped his brother on the back. “I was hoping you would help us on this one. I’m short a man who’s out on medical leave.”
“I’ll call Jared and get him to do some deep background on our victim.” Jason punched a note into his phone. “I’d like to see the crime scene as well.”
“I can get you in tomorrow morning. Meet me there about nine.” West smiled at Brinley. “Thanks again for coming in. If we find anything that links to you we’ll be in touch.”
The detective strode out of the room, leaving her and Jason alone. He finished tapping something into his phone and finally looked up. “Are you ready to go? You’ve got to be exhausted after going through this. You did great, by the way. You handled it perfectly.”
Brinley’s fingers tightened on the root beer can as she fought the urge to toss it at Jason’s head, in addition to his brother’s.
“Since I’ve never been dragged into a police station, interrogated like a criminal, and then been given a gigantic never mind, it’s good to hear that I didn’t mess things up.”
Her tone dripped sarcasm and she didn’t care. These two men acted like this happened every day.
Maybe for them it did, but not for her.
“I can see that you’re upset.” Jason placed his hand on her shoulder and she shrugged it off. “But see this from their point of view. West had no choice but to call you down here and question you. He would have been derelict in his duties if he hadn’t. Right now you’re the only clue.”
She didn’t like being a clue. But she also didn’t like being mad. It wasn’t the most productive of emotions.
“I’m just not happy about any of this. This guy had my address in his hand. Why? What did he want with me? And why did someone kill him? It makes my head hurt.”
“That’s what I intend to find out,” Jason said gently. “I know you don’t know me very well but please trust me on this. I’m going to do everything I can to solve this case.”
Brinley didn’t want to talk anymore. She needed to be alone to sort through everything that had happened.
“I’m going home. I have a headache.”
“Of course. I just need to talk to West again and then I’ll follow you. Why don’t you wait outside for me? Maybe the fresh air will help your headache.”
Jason disappeared around a corner and Brinley grabbed her purse and exited the building. She needed a bath, a glass of wine, and a good night’s sleep but she’d settle for two out of three. With one phone call her world had been turned upside down. And it wouldn’t be right again until she knew where she fit in this mystery.
