I answer before I even see a face. “Daisy Buchanan.”
Then I hear “Daisy, what the fuck?”
Turning, I see Gage stomping up the driveway like he’s marching into war.
By the time he’s in front of me, I have a smile on my face. “Hi, Gage.”
“Don’t,” he snaps. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He points at the house.
“That’s my dad’s house. I came to get my stuff.”
“You broke in?”
I shake my head at that. “No. I’ve got a key. I just didn’t know the code for the alarm.”
“The security company’s on their way. They’ll turn it off.” He turns to face the guy with the gun. “Take off the cuffs.”
“No way,” the guy mutters. “She broke in.”
“You heard her. She has a key.” I’m staring up at him, and I’ve got to say, he looks angrier than… well, than anyone I’ve ever seen. His face is bright red, his brow is furrowed, and his lips are so thin the word hairlike jumps into my head. And his eyes. Geez. His eyes are squinty and twitchy. Not a good look for the usually handsome Gage.
“Sir,” the young officer grumbles. I guess seeing that expression on Gage’s face is enough for the guy. “Fine,” he says with a huff.
As soon as he’s removed the zip tie, I rub my wrists. That’s also the moment I see another car pull up the driveway. Great. It’s my dad. So much for getting my stuff and getting out of here.
“Uh, Gage?” I lean in and speak in a low voice.
“What?” he says, still sounding pissed.
“You need to go into my dad’s office.”
He still looks angry but not as much. “Why?”
“Big pink envelope.”
“Huh?”
“There’s a big pink envelope in his desk drawer.”
“You touch it?”
Oh crap. “Yes.”
“Goddamn it, Daisy.” Gage runs his fingers through his hair. “Don’t say a word about it right now. I’ve gotta make a call.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Gage
Now what? Daisy said she spotted a pink envelope in her father’s desk, but I can’t just enter his house without a warrant. And I can’t see myself getting a warrant since I’ve got no reason to believe Dr. Buchanan was even in the building at the time of the murder.
Except….
I watch the good doctor step out of his top-of-the-line Mercedes. My eyes go directly to his coat. A trench coat. Ablacktrench coat. My eyes skim down to his feet and spot a pair of shiny dress shoes.
To myself I whisper, “Now, if you only had a hat.” There may be something inside his car if I could just get a peek inside. Without thinking, I march over to Dorian Buchanan’s car. “Mr. Buchanan.” I smile. “False alarm.”
“If that’s the case, why is my daughter standing next to a police car?”
