“Yes,” she added, mortified when her voice squeaked.
“Why were you there?”
Dizzie looked over his shoulder. Why was he here, asking the questions she’d expect from security?
Killian repeated the question.
“I had a delivery.” She wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
“For?”
“The package read Portia Tremaine,” she answered, her words clipped. “I delivered it to Portia Tremaine. You were there, you saw.” Why was he asking questions he knew the answers to?
Killian tilted forward in the chair, balancing on its legs and the balls of his feet. The move brought him close enough that she could see the fine staples that ran along his brow line and the bits of dust clinging to his hair.
Her lips pressed together. She hated that he’d been hurt. And hated that she hated it.
“Yes, I was there,” he ground out. “I’m the only person who seems to remember the mysterious courier who delivered a mysterious package right before the roof came raining down.”
Why did everyone keep suggesting she was involved? Outraged and slightly sick to her stomach, she pushed to her feet.
The guards outside her door shifted. Killian raised a hand and they stopped.
“I had nothing to do with whatever happened at the hotel. They told me to deliver a package, so I delivered the package.” She wanted to say more, but where to start? Why the hell would she do something to harm Portia Tremaine?
“For the money.”
Her eyes flew wide. Crap, she’d said that out loud?
Killian stared at her like she was shit on the bottom of his shoe. “You received a large payout following the delivery, didn’t you?”
Dizzie nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.
“That was an awful lot of money for a single delivery. Money you were excited to receive.”
She had been. But not for…for what he was suggesting!
“It could have been anyone!” Oh god, she’d shouted at a major investor. Instead of terror, exhilaration raced through her. Letting lose was freeing.
She took a deep breath. “The package came through Central Business Services.Everythinggoes through biz services. They assigned the delivery to me, but it could have been any of us couriers. Why aren’t you talking to dispatch or the people who processed the delivery? Or who it was from?”
“There are ways around any system.” Dropping the chair back onto all four legs, he stood suddenly, towering over her.
“I’m a courier.” She held her ground and stared up at him. She could use a computer, but she was no hacker. “If I’d had the skills to get around computer systems, don’t you think they would have put me in networks instead of on a motorcycle?”
He paused.
“Check with biz services,” she snapped. “They’ll have a record of the package. A scan, too. Nothing gets delivered to the Tremaines without going through a bunch of damn tests.”
Remembering every step required to get a package to the executive levels, Dizzie felt a little better about her odds. But not enough to slow the pace of her rapidly beating heart.
Killian took a step back, giving her some much-needed breathing room.
For reasons she didn’t understand, she took a step forward. “Why are you here? Don’t they have people for this?”
That damn tabloid-worthy smile crossed his face. “What do you mean ‘this’?”
Chapter8
