“Rory?” I murmur, recognizing the name. “You’re a friend of Hallie’s from England?”
“Uh-huh,” the guy replies. “You could say that I’m a close friend.”
The way he saysclosemakes me place the mug down harder than intended on the counter.
“I see. I’ll tell her you called to check on how she’s doing.”
“How she’s doing?”
I rest back against the counter. Rory can’t be as ‘close’ to Hallie as he likes to think he is if he doesn’t know she spent the day in hospital. She called her mum and dad and Sophie in the car.
She didn’t call Rory.
“Is she okay? Did something happen?” Genuine concern fills his tone, and I run a hand around my jaw.
“She hit her head. But she’s in good hands. Nothing for you to worry about. I’ll tell her you called when she wakes up.”
“When she wakes up? What…? Who did you say you are?”
“I didn’t. Goodbye, Rory.”
I hang up, abandoning the coffee and heading into my office. I pick up the desk phone. I don’t want to risk disturbing Hallie by going back into the bedroom to retrieve my cell.
Denver picks up in one ring.
“Boss?”
“Morning.” I check my watch—6 a.m. I’m sure this guy never sleeps.
“Just wanted to check if Sinclair was okay last night when you took her home?”
“She didn’t say a lot. We went to Sullivan’s to get Monty on the way. She seemed happier after that,” he replies gruffly.
“She loves that dog,” I murmur. “God help us if anything ever happens to it.”
Denver remains silent on the other end as I walk to the window and look out at the city’s skyline. “Listen, I’m going to be out of the office today. Maybe tomorrow as well.”
“That’s what I planned for. I’ve set up some training to do with the BD team. They’ve got thirteen minutes to get here before they get their asses handed to them.”
I chuckle. Denver takes leading both the Beaufort Diamond team, and Jenson and Killian seriously. He takes everything seriously.
“How are the boys doing?” I ask, my chest tightening with the familiar burn it gets every time I think of that marina in Cape Town. Jenson and Killian headed back over there before Denver and I left for LA, still hunting for any new information we can get.
“They’ve got the marina’s CCTV footage for the days surrounding the fire now. They’re working through it.
“What about the day itself?”
“The staff there still claim they can’t find it,” Denver grunts. “But the boys have some extra persuasion they can use if they don’t locate it soon. We’ll have it in the next couple of days.”
“Fine.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Someone there must know something. It’s only since the old manager there died that we’ve started to get somewhere.
Someone knows what happened to my wife and son that day.
And I won’t stop until I find out the truth.
“Will do, Boss.”
