Chapter Seven
“You think?” Christian asks, surprised.
“It’s the line of his jaw.” I point at the screen. “And the earrings and the shape
of his shoulders. He’s the right build, too. He must be wearing a wig—or he’s
cut and dyed his hair.”
“Barney, are you getting this?” Christian puts the phone down on his desk
and switches to hands-free. “You seem to ha一ve studied your ex-boss in some
detail, Mrs. Grey,” he murmurs, sounding none too pleased. I scowl at him,
but I’m sa一ved by Barney.
“Yes, sir. I heard Mrs. Grey. I’m running face recognition software on all the
digitized CCTV footage right now. See where else this asshole—I’m sorry
ma’am—this man has been within the organization.”
I glance anxiously at Christian, who ignores Barney’s expletive. He’s studying
the CCTV picture closely.
“Why would he do this?” I ask Christian.
He shrugs. “Revenge, perhaps. I don’t know. You can’t fathom why some
people beha一ve the way they do. I’m just angry that you ever worked so
closely with him.” Christian’s mouth presses into a hard, thin line and his arm
encircles my waist protectively.
“We ha一ve the contents of his hard drive, too, sir,” Barney adds. What?
“Yes, I remember. Do you ha一ve an address for Mr. Hyde?”
Christian says sharply.
“Yes, sir, I do.”
“Alert Welch.”
“Sure will. I’m also going to scan the city CCTV and see if I can track his
movements.”
“Check what vehicle he owns.”
“Sir.”
“Barney can do all this?” I whisper.
Christian nods and gives me a smug smile.
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“What was on his hard drive?” I whisper.
Christian’s face hardens and he shakes his head. “Nothing much,”
he says, tight-lipped, his smile forgotten.
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Was it about you, or me?”
“Me.” He sighs.
“What sort of things? About your lifestyle?”
Christian shakes his head and puts his index finger against my lips to silence
me. I scowl at him. But he narrows his eyes, and it’s a clear warning that I
should hold my tongue.
“It’s a 2006 Camaro. I’ll send the license details t
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