“Why not? It will help me the next time I’m working late.”
Pen’s arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls me down. Our lips touch as her phone rings.
Our foreheads meet and Pen chuckles.
“Sorry, looks like we’re wanted.”
Pen answers her phone.
“We’re bringing him in.”
“We’ll be right there.”
Pen clicks off and drops off the table.
“Time to go. Let’s see what the old bastard has to say for himself.”
It’s unorthodox,but they let me stand behind the mirror and watch as the officers questions Sir Leonard Crawley.
He sits there smugly. He doesn’t even try to deny what he’s done, but according to Pen’s source, the man is bankrupt. Has been cut off from those who he previously classed as friends. As for associates, he’s not giving anything away. It’s beginning to look like what started out as a vendetta against me may have become a way to replenish his depleted cash. Selling access to the highest bidder through my firewall.
His lawyer is doing his best to keep him quiet, but it’s like he wants the world to know what he’s done. It’s like he thinks he’s untouchable.
“Do you know who I am? I am Sir Leonard Crawley. Twelfth Earl of?—”
“Sir, I don’t care who you are. There are allegations of espionage being laid out against you.”
Crawley sits back and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I think it’s you who doesn’t understand, lad. They couldn’t make the charges stick before. What makes you think you’re any smarter than the last one who tried?”
He chuckles to himself like it’s all a game.
The pompous old git really doesn’t have a clue. Mum wonders why my brothers and sisters have so many issues with people ofour ownclass. This is why. They don’t live in the real world. Don’t care about those around them.
Pen and Kat are shown into the room. Pen having gone to meet Kat at the entrance.
“No denial. It’s like he’s been waiting to be caught. He thinks he’s above the law. It’s sickening,” I say, a sense of unease settling in my stomach.
“And you can tell Elijah Frazer, karma’s a bitch. He threatened to ruin my reputation and my name. For what? That little whore his brother was fucking.” The venom in his tone is clear. “Just like his father. He wasn’t any more successful in bringing me down. He should take heed.”
I suck in a breath. My father died in an accident. A tragic accident. A hit-and-run driver ran him off the road. They eventually caught the guy, only to find he was four times over the legal limit.
The police officer who’s with us turns to me. I see the question in his eyes.
“He threatened my sister-in-law last year. I provided a dossier on him. Everything I uncovered in his seedy past.”
“I’d like a copy, if you have one. There are several incidents that have his name attached to them. Including the disappearance of a girl his son was seeing.” The officer says.
My blood runs cold.
“I’ll have it sent over, again. But I have to warn you. I didn’t get these legally. I probably shouldn’t be saying that to an officer of the law, but it’s why your colleagues couldn’t use them before.”
Pen steps forward. “Call this number,” she says.
The officer takes the paper she’s holding out and nods.
We turn and look into the room and watch as Crawley becomes more and more irate. It’s like he wants to be heard, but isn’t being given the recognition he wants.
