“But they wouldn’t murder him in front of everyone.”
“Maybe they plan on poisoning him.”
I know Noah is joking. Poison seems like something only kings and queens do on TV shows. But I also know that the three owners of the other companies were murdered that way.
Maybe it wasn’t Owen who killed them. Maybe he’s the next target on someone’s list. But whose list? And why?
“I need you to beef up security,” I say. “Can you do that? I need eyes and ears everywhere.”
“Already done.”
I take a deep breath and pace back and forth.
“Nova?” Noah asks hesitantly. “Who are the bad guys here?”
Isn’t that the question of the century?
“Honestly, I don’t even know.”
“Have you told Dec?”
I nod. Well, I haven’t told him everything.
“What does he advise?”
“You know I can’t tell you.”
“I also know you will.”
I sigh. He’s right. He’s about the only person, aside from Ella and Declan, that I fully trust.
“He wants me to do the job I came here to do.”
I know Declan hasn’t heard the whole story, but I’ve never questioned his guidance until now. He’s trying to protect me. He’s trying to help me win my trial. But at what cost? He knows me better than that. Or he should.
“And you want to lock 'em all up? Every single asshole?” Noah winks as he says it.
“Something like that,” I mumble.
“I take it this Owen guy isn’t one of the assholes?”
“Honestly?”
Noah nods.
“I don’t know.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, assholes don’t tend to put themselves in danger to get someone their favorite pastry.”
I stop pacing and stare at him. I must look shocked because Noah laughs and pats me on the shoulder.
“Get some rest,” he says. “I’ll take care of the security for tomorrow. Get your CIA team ready. Nothing will happen to your man.”
“He’s not my man.”
