For just a fleeting moment, a tiny part of her wondered if there was any way he could be involved in this.
An instant later she dismissed the thought, feeling guilty as shit that she’d even thought it.He knew everyone involved in the corruption, too, had stood up for her when no one else had, even though he’d received threats and it could have cost him his career.
“Course I do,” she said, then changed the subject.“Anyway, how are Bonnie and the kids?”
They talked for another ten minutes, catching up.He was thinking of trying for detective.He asked about her life in Crimson Point and about her job with CPS.
After ending the call, she set her phone down on the kitchen table, thinking about the list of names she needed to send to Ryder.There were almost a dozen names she could give him.But of those, only a few were serious contenders, and even then, she couldn’t see any of them having the balls to stage a shooting in the middle of a highway in broad daylight.For what purpose?That had been one hell of a big risk for all involved.
She got up and strode to her bedroom to pack for the overnight stay in Seattle tomorrow.Whoever was targeting her, they weren’t stopping her.She was ready to get back to work and her life.
Chapter Seventeen
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Tristan stood at thebase of the corporate jet’s stairs as Cassie pulled the SUV up on the tarmac at the executive airport southwest of Seattle.In the wake of the shooting, he and Cassie had been transferred from Becca’s and Chase’s details to this assignment.Gavin and Decker had stepped in to take their place.
Tristan wasn’t sorry.Getting out of Crimson Point was exactly what Cassie needed, and he was glad Ryder had teamed them up together again.He wanted to make sure he kept an eye out for her personally.
“You normally let her do the driving?”
He glanced up at the client, standing in the jet doorway tugging on his suit jacket.Henry Schumacher III, the wealthy CEO he and Cassie had been assigned to protect.“Let her?”
His tone must have warned Schumacher that he was in danger of crossing the line, because the man’s expression shifted to surprise and he shrugged, as if he hadn’t meant anything by it.“Just didn’t expect her to be the one behind the wheel, is all.”
Because she’s a woman.
He was starting to clearly see why Cassie felt she had to hold herself to a higher standard within the company—and the industry.“Agent Edwards is the most qualified driver in the personal security department.You’re in good hands.”
Schumacher smirked.“Yeah?Actually, I don’t mind the idea of being in her hands atall.”
Tristan kept his expression neutral, even as anger punched through him.He’d seen the way Schumacher had eyed Cassie when they’d first been introduced in Portland.Their client had been polite initially, if curious about her, but the drinking was bringing out a different side of him that Tristan didn’t like.
Schumacher started down the steps, that amused smirk still on his face.Tristan caught a whiff of booze coming from him as he opened the rear passenger door for him.Guy had been pounding vodka and sodas pretty much nonstop since they’d boarded the plane two hours ago in Portland, where a fog advisory kept them grounded, doubling the length of the trip.
Tristan shut the door of the SUV behind Schumacher, then went around and got in the other side next to him.“Good to go,” he said to Cassie.
