“Son of a bitch,” I hiss.
“You recognize him?” Denver asks.
“I do.” I run a hand around my tense jaw, my teeth clenching so hard they could crack.
Denver nods. “He had history with Elaina?”
I roll my lips. “That’s one way of putting it.”
I’ve never told Denver outright that Elaina had an affair. He didn’t need to know that in order to do his job. But he’s an intelligent guy who has worked for my family for years and misses nothing.
I look at the image of Neil on the screen. “When was this taken?”
“Half an hour before the fire broke out,” Denver says.
“Jesus Christ. You think he had something to do with it?”
The thought tightens my chest and makes taking another breath a challenge.
Two years.
That’s how long I’ve relived that day over and over in my mind, wondering what happened. If I could have done something differently.
If I could have saved them.
“No. The timing’s off. Plus, we’ve tracked him over the cameras. He didn’t step onboard the yacht once.”
I nod, my eyes fixed on the image of the man Elaina loved. The one she was willing to risk everything for.
“But I don’t believe in coincidences. We’ll keep digging,” Denver grunts. “Whatever this guy has been up to since… wherever he’s been… we’ll know every movement he’s made soon. He won’t be able to take a dump without us knowing about it.”
“Do it. You have unlimited resources. Whatever you need. I want to know why that asshole was there that day,” I snarl.
“Already on it, Boss.” Denver nods.
A combined chime cuts into the air as all four of our phones ring and vibrate at the same time.
Killian’s fastest, pulling his from his pants pocket.
“It’s Seasons, Boss. The fire alarm’s been activated.”
“Not LA again?” I clip, as I stand. The re-furb the judge paid for has only just been finished.
“No. Here,” Denver states, his eyes on his own phone.
Dread fills my veins.
Hallie.
“Damn it!” I slam my fist against the dashboard as her cell rings out. I immediately dial the landline for my office, but it won’t connect.
“Drive faster!” I bark at Denver.
He screeches round a corner and straight through a red light earning us a blast of several horns.
“Boss, NYFD are on scene,” Killian says, his phone up to his ear, listening to one of our other guys who got there ready to start work shortly after the alarm was activated.
“Do they have her?” I snap, turning in my seat to glare at him.
