Page 81 of Where the Wind Whispers

“Kaz!”

He simply tipped his head at her before he was ducking inside the SUV without a reply.

Ass.

She kind of loved him for that, too.

Tossing her purse on the seat, Violet was just stepping up into the vehicle and grabbing the door when something caught her eye from the side. She didn’t even sit down in the seat fully because she had to turn around to look back and see what it was.

At first, she blinked.

Unsure and unsteady, her heart beat a little louder.

Kaz was fiddling with the buttons on the dash and then his fingers danced across the touchscreen, putting music on. He didn’t notice her distraction.

Violet, on the other hand, was frozen.

Just two rows down in an unsuspecting black town car was a man with a camera. No one would have seen him given his position and the dark windows.

Violet barely caught sight of the camera lens and the face behind it before the photographer was rolling up the window.

“Kaz,” Violet said.

“Yes?”

Finally, her husband took note of the color draining from her face.

Obviously, whoever it was hadn’t been placed there to hurt them—at least, not today. Had that been the case, he would have made a move on Kaz when he was on the phone and Violet was inside.

No, whoever it was … was watching them.

But why?

Was her father trying to monitor them on a private level?

“Violet, who the fuck was in that car?” Kaz asked.

He had leaned over her seat, his gaze pinned on the black car with its tires squealing against the pavement as it pulled out of the small lot.

“I don’t know who it was,” she answered.

“But?”

“But he had a camera. And it was pointed at us.”

Kaz swore under his breath. “No diner today, krasivaya.”

Violet didn’t argue.

There were a thousand other things Kaz would have liked to be doing other than sitting in his office with three of his best guys standing in front of him, too afraid to speak. Even he could admit that he hadn’t made the best of company since the Italians had hit his sister’s studio.

Vera was handling it better than he was; in fact, she was already looking for another location to move her business, but Kaz wouldn’t be satisfied until he got some answers.

And it was apparent that the three he had left in charge of getting them were fucking useless.

“You’re trying to tell me that you can’t find one fucking Italian in a fucking sea of Italians who knows something? What the fuck am I paying you for?”

The leader of the trio scratched his head, actually looking as though he was contemplating the answer. Kaz found himself dangerously close to pulling his gun.