“He didn’t know that Casper has more cameras on that place than a federal building.”
“He does?” Harper asked in surprise.
“Uncle Woody’s got his guy going through known aliases and finding the guy’s accounts. Hitmen never think they’ll get caught, so they’re rarely careful about hiding money trails. We’ll track down who hired him.”
“You got any ideas?” Leo asked. “Anyone who’s pissed at you? Anyone that creeped you out. Gave you a weird feelin’? Anythin’ like that?”
Harper’s hand found mine under the table.
“Um, sort of,” she replied, wrinkling her nose. “I mean, when I walked out of Refordable, I felt pretty weird. It was bad enough that I packed my shit and bought my ticket home. I was at the airport within a couple of hours.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Gray asked.
“Nothing happened.” Harper shrugged. “Once I was behind security, the feeling was gone, and then I was dealing with Paige’s phone call and getting fired. I was a little distracted.”
“You think this company would hire someone to take you out?” Gray asked bluntly.
“No,” Harper replied immediately. “It’s—no. That’s crazy. I quit, and I had an NDA, so it’s not like I could talk about their shit even if I wanted to.”
“Doesn’t guard them from prosecution,” Leo said thoughtfully. “Anyone approach you?”
“No. No one.” Harper plucked at the neck of her sweatshirt. “When do you think I could go home? That guy’s dead, so…”
“Not how it works, Harp,” Gray said sympathetically. “There’s usually a contract—he didn’t fulfill it, so someone else could pick it up.”
“There could be more of them?” I asked, every muscle in my body clenching.
“Maybe not,” Gray replied. “Maybe so.”
“Fuck.”
“This is just great,” Harper said, the pitch of her voice rising with each word. “So, I’m just going to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life?”
“Hell no,” Leo replied. “We’ll figure this out, Harp. Just might take a minute.”
“So, I’m just supposed to stay here? In the clubhouse?”
“For the moment,” Leo confirmed.
Harper’s chair nearly tipped backward, she stood so quickly. “I’m going…somewhere. Is Mom in your room? I’m going to see Mom.”
We watched her stomp away.
“Woody’s got people workin’ on it,” Leo told me as Harper disappeared around the corner. “Casper and Gray have also been reachin’ out to their contacts all night. We’ll trace it back, cut it off at the source.”
“You really think it’s her old job?”
“Best lead we have,” Gray replied. “Nothin’ else makes any kind of sense.”
“I’ll talk to my pop and set up some security for her,” Leo said. “Might be able to bring her home tonight if we’ve got the boys for it.”
“Okay. Anythin’ you need me to do?”
“Keep her from climbin’ the walls?” Gray said, getting to his feet.
“Good fuckin’ luck,” Leo scoffed.
After checking on Harper, who was in Leo’s room with Lily and Rose, I made my way to the garage to work for a few hours. Even with shit going sideways, we still needed to have income coming in. I was scheduled to do the brakes on a Toyota pickup that day, so I pulled it into my bay and got to it.
