He lived in Tampa and had gotten married three years ago to a woman named Natasha. Both held business degrees, and Tyler worked at a financial firm in the area.
The thing I hadn’t expected was where Natasha worked.
She had become employed two years ago with the same company Race worked for.
Her position in the company was lower, but she was in line for the same promotion as Race. If Tyler was able to destroy Race’s career, Natasha would be able to climb the corporate ladder quicker.
I stood without excusing myself, and I headed straight for Thomas’s office.
“We have a problem,” I said as I walked through the door without knocking again.
I saw Angel bent over the desk with a look matching my own. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” I covered my eyes, splaying my fingers so I could peek. “Fuck. Again,” I muttered as I started to back up.
“Out!” Thomas yelled, pointing toward the door.
“What’s he all pissy about?” James asked from behind me as I closed the door.
“He was a little busy when I walked in.” I motioned toward Thomas’s office. “They sure get a lot of use out of that desk.”
He looked at the ceiling and shook his head. “I’ve told him a million times to lock the damn door. I’ve seen way more of him than I ever wanted to lately.” James chuckled.
“Don’t you knock?”
“Nah. I kind of like catching them. I think they like it too, or else he’d lock the damn door.”
“Interesting,” I said, scrubbing my hand across my face. “Can I talk to you, since Thomas is busy?”
“Step into my office and we’ll chat until he’s done. Don’t worry. He’s quick.”
I followed him inside and took a seat on the couch.
Before I could speak, Thomas’s door opened and closed.
“See,” James said, motioning toward the hallway. “Quick.”
“Poor girl,” I muttered with a small snicker.
“What can I do for you?” James asked as he sat down in the leather chair across from me.
“It’s about this case. I need extra eyes and hands on deck tomorrow. Do you know anything about her case?”
“I know about all the cases in the office. What’s happening tomorrow?”
I spent the next five minutes explaining the e-mail that she’d received today and the background information on Tyler O’Shea.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll put Sam on staking out Tyler and updating us on his movements. Thomas and I will decide the best course of action on our end, and we’ll have extra bodies at the meeting point tomorrow night.”
“They’ll stay out of sight though, right?” I asked, my leg shaking. If this went south, it would all fall on my shoulders.
“No one will see us. You stay by Race’s side until we have the douchebag and the tape in our hands.”
“That may be a problem.”
“Why?” he asked as his face contorted.
“She’s pissed at me right now. It’s going to be hell to convince her to let me stick by her side and let us handle everything.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he leaned back in the chair and stretched his legs out. “Is there something going on with you two?” he asked.
