down and puts his arm
over his face again.
“I didn’t go into any specifics.”
“I should hope not. Grace doesn’t need all the gory details. Christ, Ana. My
dad, too?”
“No!” I shake my head vehemently. I don’t ha一ve that kind of relationship with
Carrick. His comments about the prenup still sting.
“Anyway, you’re trying to distract me—again. Jack. What about him?”
Christian lifts his arm briefly and gazes at me, his expression unreadable.
Sighing, he puts his arm back over his face.
“Hyde is implicated in Charlie Tango’s sabotage. The investigators found a
partial print—just partial, so they couldn’t make a match. But then you
recognized Hyde in the server room. He has convictions as a minor in
Detroit, and the prints matched his.”
My mind reels as I try to absorb this information. Jack brought down Charlie
Tango? But Christian is on a roll. “This morning, a cargo van was found in the
garage here. Hyde was the driver. Yesterday, he 234 | P a g e
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delivered some shit to that new guy who’s moved in. The guy we met in the
elevator.”
“I don’t remember his name.”
“Me neither.” Christian says. “But that’s how Hyde managed to get into the
building legitimately. He was working for a delivery company—”
“And? What’s so important about the van?”
Christian says nothing.
“Christian, tell me.”
“The cops found . . . things in the van.” He stops again and tightens his hold
around me.
“What things?”
He’s quiet for several moments, and I open my mouth to prompt him again,
but he speaks. “A mattress, enough horse tranquilizer to take down a dozen
horses, and a note.” His voice has softened to barely a whisper while horror
and revulsion roll off him.
Holy fuck.
“Note?” My voice mirrors his.
“Addressed to me.”
“What did it say?”
Christian shakes his head, indicating he doesn’t know or that he won’t
pulge its contents.
Oh.
“Hyde came here last night with the intention of kidnapping you.”
Christian freezes, his face taut with tension. As he says those words I recall
the duct tape, a
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