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“Good.”
He opened the file on his desk. Devon Brighton’s photograph stared back at him. A nobody from St. Louis.
Or so he’d thought.
“Where is she now?”
“We believe she left the city.”
“You believe?”
“Her apartment’s empty. Her car’s still there, but she’s gone.”
He closed the file with a sharp snap. “Find her.”
“We’re doing everything we can.”
“Clearly, it isn’t enough.”
The other man remained silent.
He stood and walked toward the windows overlooking the city. For years, his operation had run without interference. The money flowed, and everyone involved understood the consequences of asking the wrong questions.
Now, Carol Jenkins was dead. Devon Brighton was missing, and she was a threat to everything he’d spent his life building.
Unacceptable.
“What about the man who interfered?” his visitor asked.
“Identify him. I want to know who he is, where he works, and why he was with Brighton.”
“And once we find him?”
He turned from the window. “Kill them both.”
The other man nodded and headed for the door.
“One more thing.” He waited until the other man turned back around. “I don’t want another failure.”
“There won’t be one.”
His guest disappeared, shutting the door as he left.
He thought about Devon Brighton once more. She’d made a serious mistake when she started digging into his business. And soon, once his people found her and her male friend, they would pay for her mistake with their lives.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Food will be here in thirty minutes.”
Devon watched Blake slide the restaurant’s printed menu back into his desk drawer before he walked over to where she sat.
“All right.” He rolled a chair up to the monitor-filled table. “Where do you want to start?”
She glanced down, studying the files he’d copied. They weren’t much. Three screenshots she’d saved, her notes, and fragments of a session log she’d recovered before leaving home. She’d spent so much time trying to make sense of the money, she’d barely considered anything else.
Until now.
“I want to know who knew I was looking.” Devon met his gaze. “Carol called me because something looked wrong. I started digging, and then everything went sideways. Fast.”
