“About what?”
“I don’t know.”If it was about Schumacher, Tristan should have been called in too.
He kept watching her.“Want me to come with you?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”She didn’t like the feel of this.Schumacher’s smirk was still fresh in her mind.And Tristan had been there for her through everything else the past few days.
A black luxury sedan was waiting for them.As soon as the jet parked and the pilot opened the door, Cassie hurried down the stairs and went to retrieve the company SUV, leaving Tristan to hand Schumacher off to his own driver.
She passed the sedan on her way to get Tristan.He got in beside her and she headed out.Seeing the back of Schumacher should have been more of a relief, but the upcoming meeting with Ryder overshadowed it.
“Is the meeting about what happened last night?”Tristan asked.
“Not sure.But if it is, between the texts he sent me and the security footage from the hallway, he won’t have a leg to stand on.He deserved what he got and then some.”
The drive back to the coast was quiet.She didn’t feel much like talking.There was too much on her mind.After dropping the vehicle off in CPS’s underground bay where it would be taken for detailing, she and Tristan made their way up to Ryder’s office.
“You made good time,” he said, waving them in and pausing to close whatever was open on his desktop.
“I asked Tristan to come if that’s okay,” she said.
“Sure.I needed to talk to him anyway.”Ryder typed something on his keyboard, then swiveled the monitor to face them.“Before I show you this, anything you want to bring up about Seattle?”
“No,” she said, and they both shook their heads.She’d dealt with men like Schumacher plenty of times and didn’t feel the need to make a big deal out of this incident.
“I got this footage from the hotel this morning.”Ryder started the video.It was from a camera in a hallway.“This was recorded at just before midnight.”
Cassie watched blankly as a woman walked into view.Tall, slender, short black hair, wearing black dress pants and a black leather jacket.It looked like her, but she’d gone to her room at ten-thirty and hadn’t come out until morning.
The woman knocked on a door.Schumacher answered, still in his underwear.He leered and smirked in the direction of the camera, then let her in.The door shut.
Oh, fuck...
Ryder paused the video.“She was recorded leaving forty-five minutes later.”
“That’s not me,” Cassie blurted, her heartrate jacking up.“You can get the key log to my room, I was in there alone—”
“It wasn’t her,” Tristan bit out, raw anger in his tone.“I saw her go into her room ninety minutes before that.”
She wanted to hug him.
Ryder held up a hand and leaned back in his chair.“I know it’s not you,” he said to her, allowing her to breathe again.“Never once did I think it was you, and I don’t need to check your key log to verify that.”
From the back, that woman could have been her twin.It was eerie.“What the hell is going on?Who was she?”For Schumacher to be so petty to go to this length to get back at her?It didn’t make any sense.
“I’ve got Ivy looking into that right now.”
Ivy.That made her feel a little bit better.She was an incredible hacker and rumored to be a former government agent.Maybe even an assassin.Cassie could see it.CPS often hired her for off-the-books consultant work.
“Whoever that was, she looked eerily like me.”It was beyond creepy that someone would go to that length.
“I know.”
“Did Schumacher set this up?”Tristan demanded, saying what she’d been thinking.
“We’re going to find out.”Ryder looked between the two of them.“Anything else out of the ordinary happen last night?”
“Just a minor incident with the client,” she said after a loaded pause.
