“No.” Dizzie shook her head. Still-damp strands of hair tickled her neck and she shivered. “Internal resources. Why would she do that when it was an inside job?”
Killian paused, his dark gaze turbulent. “What do you mean?”
“Something Al—” Nope, she wasn’t saying that name. “Something a Tremaine Security guard said as much before they put me in that cell. They thought it was an inside job.” She pinned him with her blue stare. “That I was the inside job.”
“What do you think?” His jaw was clenched, but the words were clear.
She clicked her nails together and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter what I think. I’m screwed any way you look at it.”
“That’s why you should stay here.”
She snorted. That made as much sense as Portia’s decision to ignore an internal threat.
“What if I can help you?” he asked.
“Why would you do that?” She stared at him suspiciously. “Howwould you do that?”
“I don’t know how, but Tommy would want me to do the right thing.”
He sounded sincere, but she couldn’t shake her suspicion. Investors didn’t help people like her for no reason. She had nothing of value to offer in exchange. Well, not nothing, but that option seemed unlikely. “I don’t think so,” she said. “I think I’d rather take my chances on the run.”
Killian stood abruptly. He planted his hands on the desk and leaned over.
Dizzie took half a step back, then gritted her teeth. She would not let him intimidate her.
“If I find you’re guilty, nothing will stop me from handing you over to Portia wrapped in a big bow. If we can prove you had nothing to do with it, I’ll get you safely out of town myself.”
“How?” she asked, weighing her options. “I swear I didn’t know what was in the package. I can’t prove it, though.” That was the problem in a nutshell. She couldn’t prove it and her word wouldn’t count for squat against the Tremaine Corporation’s heir.
“We need to discover who sent the package.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, was that all? Can you use your status to get data on the package? The way you got into detention last night?”
“I don’t think that will work a second time. They’re pretty pissed about last night. I burned some bridges with that. I wouldn’t be surprised if they limited my access for a while.” He circled the desk and leaned against it.
Her sudden awareness of his proximity was a problem she didn’t need right now. “Can they do that?” she asked. “Don’t you own most of the company?” It was ridiculous that someone with that much money and influence couldn’t get access to those records.
“I don’t own even close to most of it.” He laughed and the warm rich sound sent inappropriate tingles through her body. “In fact, I usually don’t have much to do with the company at all.”
“Except cash their dividend checks.” Oh, shit. She’d said that out loud. Dizzie tensed, waiting for his response.
“Close enough.” His tone was more sad than mad. “Unless we can get someone in the company to check those records, we’ll have to explore other options.” He studied her. “Can you get someone from Tremaine to help?”
She focused on her nails. “I know lots of people there, but no way to know who would help and who would turn me in.” If her best friend was willing to betray her, why trust anyone else?
“What about the guy on the phone?” Dizzie asked.
“What guy on the phone?” Killian’s expression shuttered. He’d ignored two calls from Leopold Brunswick, Phillip Tremaine’s assistant. He didn’t know what the man wanted and he didn’t care either. Was she asking about those?
“You said someone warned you to get me out of the building.” It had been cryptic, but she knew someone had called him.
He shrugged. “I don’t know who it was or how to reach him. Her. Whoever.”
“Can’t you call the number back?”
“Gee, why didn’t I think of that?”
It wasn’t fair. Killian even looked good exasperated.
