“For fuck’s sake?—”
“And that too. You think I let just anyone pound my ass and get away with it?”
I started to respond, but that was exactly what he wanted. Anything to avoid talking about whatever was really on the drive.
I’d just have to see for myself.
My laptop was still in the living room where I’d left it, so I headed in that direction, Theo following on my heels.
“Shep, wait?—”
“Why did you really come here tonight?” I threw back over my shoulder. “And why didn’t you use your key?”
“I forgot it.”
“Because you rushed over here so fast?”
When he didn’t immediately respond, I shook my head and inserted the drive into the laptop.
“Sure you don’t want to tell me what I’m about to find?”
“Why bother? You’re not going to believe me after you see that anyway.” Theo moved in behind the seat I’d taken, and as I went to hit play, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I glanced back to see a grimace pulled tight across his usually smug lips.
“I don’t know who’s sending this shit, but they’re really good.”
Which told me whatever I was about to see was similar to the first message we’d received.“Okay, well, let me check it out.”
Theo gave a clipped nod, and my pulse started to thump as I hit play. An image of the building from the first video appeared pre-explosion, but this angle was new.
“What am I looking?—”
“Wait for it.”
Not a second later, Theo could be seen crossing the street and heading toward the doors. He pulled it open and headed inside, then the video switched to another angle of the same moment, this one capturing an up-close snapshot of Theo’s face.
“Fuck,” I said.
“Mhmm.”
“That’s definitely you.”
“Except it’s not.” When I raised a brow at him, he said, “What? It’s not.”
“That’s”—I shook my head and looked back at the screen—“really hard to believe.”
“I know, but it’s the truth. Do you really think I would go in the front door and lookatthe camera before going inside and blowing the thing to smithereens? Come on, Shep. I’m smarter than that, and you know it.”
He was, and I did. But that still didn’t explain what I was looking at. The image on the screen where I’d paused it was unmistakably the Prince of Monaco entering a building that was recently blown to high heaven.
If this video got out, accompanied by the first, Theo and his family would be fucked. There were no two ways about it. King was going to have a fit.
“Look, it’s not me, so who cares?” Theo said, and reached around me to pull the drive from my computer. “I’m not worried.”
“Really? Then why are you here?”
He sighed and took a seat on the other side of the living room. “I don’t know. Jesus.”
