scornfully. I don’t ha一ve time for
his bullshit. “I ha一ve a problem.”
“I know. Your security followed you to the bank.”
What? How the hell does he know?
“You’ll ha一ve to lose him. I ha一ve a car waiting at the back of the bank. Black
SUV, a Dodge. You ha一ve three minutes to get there.” The Dodge!
“It may take longer than three minutes.” My heart leaps into my throat once
more.
“You’re bright for a gold-digging whore, Grey. You figure it out. And dump
your cell phone once you reach the vehicle. Got it, bitch?”
“Yes.”
“Say it!” he snaps.
“I’ve got it.”
He hangs up.
Shit! I open the door to find Whelan waiting patiently outside.
“Mr. Whelan, I’ll need some help taking the bags to my car. It’s parked
outside, at the back of the bank. Do you ha一ve an exit at the rear?”
He frowns.
“We do, yes. For staff.”
“Can we lea一ve that way? I can a一void the unwelcome attention at the door.”
“As you wish, Mrs. Grey. I’ll ha一ve two clerks help with the bags and two
security guards to supervise. If you could follow me?”
“I ha一ve one more fa一vor to ask you.”
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“By all means, Mrs. Grey.”
Two minutes later my entourage and I are out on the street, heading over to
the Dodge. Its windows are blacked out, and I can’t tell who’s at the wheel.
But as we approach, the driver’s door swings open, and a woman clad in
black with a black cap pulled low over her face climbs gracefully out of the
car. Elizabeth! She moves to the rear of the SUV
and opens the trunk. The two young bank clerks carrying the money sling the
hea一vy bags into the back.
“Mrs. Grey.” She has the nerve to smile as if we are off on a friendly jaunt.
“Elizabeth.” My greeting is arctic. “Nice to see you outside work.”
Mr. Whelan clears this throat.
“Well, it’s been an interesting afternoon, Mrs. Grey,” he says. And I am forced
to observe the social niceties of shaking his hand and thanking him while my
mind reels. Elizabeth? What the hell? Why is she mixed up with Jack?
Whelan and his team disappear
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