Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 110273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
He was intelligent. Good to know.
I leaned forward, my elbows going to my legs again. “Yes.”
“And to have your girlfriend look into me.”
There was no prompt for that one. I raised my eyebrows. “What do you know about my girlfriend?”
“She’s smart. Gifted with the computer. I know our grandfather finds her a threat.”
I watched him steadily. I was looking for any cracks, any break, but there was nothing.
Was he telling the truth?
“My girlfriend’s been preoccupied.”
A small flicker. There it was.
He reacted.
I continued. “The same day you got on a plane for America, our grandfather ordered a hit on her mother. My girlfriend hasn’t been looking you up. She’s been mourning the murder of her mother that happened right in front of her.”
His pupils dilated. Enlarging. He looked away, blinking rapidly to cover up his reaction.
I saw it, though. He was surprised. I wanted to name that other flash, though it was so brief, but it looked like regret. Sorrow? I wasn’t sure. It was gone when he looked back at me. His features completely schooled back so he was in control, but I knew what I detected.
Fear.
I narrowed my eyes. Was he scared of Calhoun? Of me?
He was looking right at me, but while I was tracking every iota of emotion that might be showing on his face, he was thinking. I couldn’t tell about what, but I felt it. He was calculating, and a second later, his eyes took on a distant look. He began to speak, his voice sounding from afar.
“I can see that I need to change my options here. I’d been prepared for your girlfriend to search me, and that fact and the history she would pull up would vouch for me. Or vouch enough where you might be inclined to trust me.”
I waited.
He stopped speaking.
My turn. “Did you grow up with him?”
His eyes refocused, centering on me. They cleared, as if a wall fell away. He frowned. “You really haven’t investigated me.”
“There’s reports he has sent teams to search for something. Am I wrong to assume that ‘something’ is you?”
His mouth tightened. A vein stuck out from his neck, his pulse beating visibly. “I would assume so.” Another frown from him. “Perhaps. I’m not sure. He’s lost quite a few of his assets, all of those being stripped from him by you. So they could be searching for me, or he might think I’m still where I usually go to get away from him.”
“And that is?”
“I have people in Thailand I care about.”
“People he knows about?”
Another tic from him. That vein was now sticking out from the side of his jaw. And it was bigger, pulsing harder.
“No,” he bit out. “I wish that to remain that way.” He hissed those last words, and to the untrained professional, it would seem as if I had something on him. This should give me a sense of power, where I could get comfortable. Then I would relax. I would dangle that threat above his head, issue my threats, and he would needle me. He would get information from me, and I would give it, almost gloating that I had that “thing” over him and I was deemed safe.
It was all a game.
I knew it. He knew it.
This is where I would need to “loosen” my strings. I would start getting arrogant. I would have to choose which information to “slip” to him. And then, when I left, feeling drunk on power, he would pull the string.
With all the shit that happened in my life recently, I didn’t have the energy to play.
“I don’t have time.”
He frowned, his eyebrows jerking forward before smoothing back out.
Now I knew how he looked when thrown off balance. I cataloged that in the back of my mind, because while he was testing me, stringing me along, I was learning how to read him.
His eyes flared.
His head reared backward, with enough force to make his chair scoot backwards, too. “You motherfucker.”
I gave him the slightest of grins, showing my teeth. “That’s the point, isn’t it? Our mother and the fucker who killed her.” I shoved up from the chair, starting to warm my arms up, then pulling each one across my chest and stretching it. I let them fall back to my side and shook them out, rolling my shoulders. “Were you the price she paid for freedom? Give up one of his kids and he’d have to let her go?”
He sucked in a hissing breath.
I began to circle around him, slowly at first, watching him the whole time.
He watched me as much as he could, his head twisting to find me as I passed behind him. He was cautious now. Wary.
Good.
I didn’t know this kid. I had no clue he existed, until my team found him, sent his existence to me, and a month later he’s breaking into my apartment. He was either a secret they unveiled or a weapon Calhoun planted. Either way, he was here and he was currently under my control.