Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Master Ian.” Martin stood up a little taller. “Good morning, Sir. Are you here with an update on our girl? Can I get you some coffee?”
Of course Martin knew Ian. Probably better than West did. Rand and Martin played regularly at Sanctum. Rand was far more invested in the lifestyle than he was.
Though the thought of Ally tied up and naked, waiting for him, did something for him.
“I would appreciate that, Martin. Thank you and, yes, I’ve got an update.” Ian moved to the kitchen table. “And I would not mind a couple of those crêpes. Charlie was busy this morning, so she shoved a box of cereal my way. Luckily, I had this errand to run.”
Yes, Big Tag always knew where to get the best lemony treats, and he would work to get them.
“You two sit down, and I will get things started,” Martin announced.
Big Tag took a seat at the small dining room table. “I’m looking forward to that wedding. Martin won’t disappoint when it comes to dinner. Unlike my nephew. The kid has a celebrated chef for a stepdad and he served corn dogs at his wedding because he thought it would be whimsical. You know what’s whimsical? A nice rib eye.”
The boss was definitely a carnivore. “I do believe they’re talking about a surf and turf menu. Did you get in touch with the lieutenant?”
“I did. She called me last night to go over what she’s found out. The package was delivered via courier. It arrived at the hotel around noon, and a bellman delivered it to Ms. Pearson’s room. I’ve already contacted the courier service, and it will not surprise you to know that the delivery was paid for with cash.”
Of course it was. “There would still be paperwork.”
“And I have a copy.” Big Tag slid a file folder his way. “It’s all in there, and every bit of information is fake.”
It might still tell him something. “I’m going to assume you checked the security cameras around the courier office.”
“Yes, and all I’ve got is a nondescript male in a ball cap who never glances up or takes off his sunglasses. Adam’s already looked at it,” Big Tag began. “He’ll go into more detail today, but he says the person presents as male and appears to be roughly five foot eight and between one hundred and seventy and one ninety. It’s hard to tell because of the jacket.”
“So it could be JK Harris.” That fit the rough description. He stared at the photo for a moment. If it was JK, then the man knew how to hide his distinguishing features. “Where was this?”
“Right here in Dallas,” Big Tag said, his voice going grim. “The courier office is three blocks from the studio. And the great news is we lost track of JK Harris. Or rather we never had it. We know he was at his apartment in LA the night Ally’s home was vandalized. LAPD contacted him. According to them, his very excellent alibi was he was home alone binging Game of Thrones for the third time.”
“Do we have any idea when he left? And can we trace his cell?” West asked.
“His cell is in LA. From what we can tell, he is not. The last thing he purchased on his credit card was a burner phone.” Big Tag seemed completely devoid of any good news.
“So he’s in the wind.”
“I’m worried the wind brought him right here.” Big Tag sat back.
There was another problem to be dealt with. “Did you find out anything on the tracker someone placed on my car?”
“The GPS was easy to trace back to a large purchase from a mega corporation,” Tag said with a grim look on his face.
West could guess what came next. “We have no idea which subsidiary we’re talking about, do we?”
“It’s got fifty different companies under its umbrella,” Tag affirmed. “It’s going to take a while to figure out which one we’re looking at. The good news is a couple of them have entertainment arms. But this could take weeks not days, and there’s no certainty we’ll be able to legally tie anyone to that GPS.”
So everything was moving at a snail’s pace. “All right. Is there anything else you want me to do?”
Big Tag stared at him like he was trying to decide how to handle him. “Look, I know I was hard on you yesterday.”
West shook his head. “I let a photographer follow us. I didn’t check my vehicle. It won’t happen again.”
“West, this isn’t instinctive for you, and you haven’t been doing it long enough that it’s engrained. If this gets worse…”
A bit of uncertainty started to creep in. The boss was right. There were guards with far more experience. “Then Tessa can take the lead, but I’m not leaving Ally. I’ll stay by her even if you fire me.”