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Zane arched a brow. “Why don’t you let her stay with you?”
“She’ll be more comfortable with her assistant.”
“Doesn’t matter to me.” His brother leaned forward. “But you do know that her being on the fourth floor would mean Elton is between your apartment and hers.”
* * *
Clary tried to take a nap, but the moment she closed her eyes, the list of everything she had to do come Monday flooded her thoughts. Before long, she was planning on what she should say and envisioning the different scenarios that could happen.
All bad, of course.
“Stop it.” She sat up and grabbed her phone.
Once she unlocked it, the text message she’d received appeared. “Who could that be?” Should she allow herself to go down the rabbit hole on this?
She had better things to worry about, but if she’d paid more attention to what was happening around her, could she have prevented what happened at the mansion? Could she have talked Tamara out of committing the worst mistake of her life?
Clary got up. She took out her laptop, then got back on the bed and under the blanket. She wasn’t an investigator, except when she was trying to find out if a child was in an unsafe home. But that was nothing like this.
So, she did the only thing she knew how to do.
She googled the number.
“Huh. The power of Google.” Though somewhat in disbelief, she clicked into the first listing, for a private investigation company.
The link sent her to the webpage for Pete Laker.
She scrolled through the webpage. Ex-detective turned private eye, which was all the information she gleaned. Besides that, there was a contact form and his contact details.
The same number that sent her the message was there on the website.
Why was a private investigation firm texting her warning messages about Seth?
Clary grabbed her phone.
She bit down on her lips, then released them with a smack. Don’t do it, she told herself. “Ugh.” But she was so curious. She took her phone and headed out of the room. “Seth?”
“Downstairs.”
She paused outside her room, ran the same Google search on her phone, and tapped into the website. Then she jogged down the stairs. “I found the guy.” She slowed when she saw Zane. “Oh, hi, Zane.”
Zane gave a casual wave.
Pushing his chair back, Seth swiveled around and asked, “What guy?”
“The text messages.”
He frowned. “You called him?”
She shook her head. “I just ran a Google search on his number. It’s a private eye.” She handed Seth the phone. “Pete Laker.”
“Private eye?” “Pete Laker?” Seth and Zane said together.
The brothers shared a look.
“Do you know him?” Clary asked Zane. “The website said he was an ex-detective.”
Zane’s chest rose. “He’s infamous. He was drunk half the time at work.”
