Charlotte would not fail.
Ambrose Pennington’s time as a free man was ending soon.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Hawkheldthedooropen for Charlotte and followed her and Remy into Every Last Child’s reception area. Hard to believe it was only yesterday when he’d watched Charlotte walked into this reception area.
Rebecca looked up from her work, her gaze fell to their joined hands, and she smiled.
Hawk and Charlotte spoke in unison.
“Mornin’,” he said.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Good morning, you two.” Rebecca grabbed a dog treat from her drawer, came around, and squatted down next to the dog. “Hey there, Remy!” She scrubbed her hands under his ears.
“You’re spoiling my dog,” Hawk joked.
“You’re right, I am.” She stood. “I’ll take you back to Dulce’s office.”
Rebecca led them to the door and used her badge and the retinal scanner to access the executive hallway.
Cole met them halfway.
“Thanks, Rebecca,” he said. “I’ll take ’em back.”
“You bet.” She turned and headed back toward the reception area.
He waited to make sure the door shut securely behind her.
“I’ve got everything ready.” He tilted his head toward Dulce’s office at the far end of the hall.
“Will Dulce be joining us?” Charlotte asked.
On the way there, she’d told Hawk about an interesting proposal she wanted to discuss with Dulce. He was all for it and hoped it worked out.
“Unfortunately, she’s tied up on a video telecon.” Hawk led them all into his wife’s office and picked up something from her desk. “Charlotte, this is a button camera.”
He handed her a small, flat rectangular box with little holes in the front. There was a black shirt button at the top and thin red and black wires coming out the bottom.
“I guessed at the button size, but there are other lens tip options we can use, if necessary.”
“So the camera goes through a buttonhole, and this little box thingy will be inside my shirt?” She turned it over in her hand. “What if it slips through the buttonhole?”
“This will secure it in place.” Cole lifted something small, flat, and black from the box. “It’s a magnet that attaches to a magnet on the back of the device.”
“Don’t worry, Pennington will never know it’s there,” Hawk quickly reassured her.
She held it up next to one of the buttons on her blouse.
“It’s not exactly the same.” Her buttons were dark gray. “But a person would have to look closely to notice.”
Hawk would make sure no one got that close to her.
“Looks like I’ll need a smaller size.” She carefully set the camera on the table.
“Here are all of the lens tip options.” Cole put two other buttons in her hand.
