Izzy took another sip of her tea, straightened out her napkin, then grabbed a few more from the square metal napkin holder.She then laid them all out in a neat line across the table, as if filing her thoughts into order.
It wasn’t promising.
The cons—likelife in danger again—were winning.
‘I’ve got an untraceable laptop my father built for me, to follow trails that don’t want to be found.And he’s only a call away if I need that extra push for deeper research.He’s very good at finding ghosts.’She hoped, with fingers and toes crossed, that Izzy would come to the party.
But Izzy refolded the napkins, one by one, stacking them neatly back to their original state.
Taryn’s pulse kicked.
No.That wasn’t good.That looked like a retreat.
Taryn couldn’t afford to walk away with nothing.She needed to push on a weak spot, so she asked again, ‘How did your assistant, Meghan, die?’
Izzy let out a quick breath as if she’d been sucker-punched.
It had Taryn regretting that question.
‘Meghan was murdered just before lunchtime, in a public car park next to a government building where I’d been collecting company reports and research results.I remember it was full of security cameras, but all of them were non-operational.’
For real?‘Go on, what did you see?’
‘Renzo pulled up in a vehicle behind our work car.He then got out, smiling, and stabbed her.Before she’d hit the floor, he came after me.But I ran.’Izzy stared at her hands in her lap.‘I still feel guilty for not being able to help her, you know.And now you’re telling me poor Meghan’s death doesn’t even exist in the case file?’
Taryn nodded as she tenderly put her hand on Izzy’s.‘But you can help her now.You can help me give Meghan the justice she deserves.’
‘How?’
‘Help me find out who owns Everlight Energy Solutions.’
Thirteen
Finn ripped open the station’s back door, his boots hitting the floor hard.Every step down the hallway carried three things: fury, betrayal, and the sting from his last phone call.
It had been from Craig, who was fuming over the possibility of Izzy being dragged back into the crosshairs.All because of Taryn Hayes.
Then, Amara, his by-the-book, most loyal officer, told him Drew had been calling her directly.And it was Taryn who’d pushed her to admit it to Finn.
Somehow, that woman hadn’t just gotten underhisskin—she was working her way through his entire team.
He reached the door to the Batcave and ripped it open.
Taryn looked up from her laptop, calm as anything.
He slapped the manila folder he was carrying onto her desk.‘You’re digging into Everlight, yeah?’
And there was that poker face.She didn’t even flinch.
Of course she didn’t.
Finn stood there, his pulse raging hotter than the road outside.‘SW Rural Contracting.If you’re so set on chasing Everlight’s ghost, start there.’
He turned to walk out.
‘No.’The word cut through the air, sharp and fast.
He stopped.‘No?’Was she asking for a fight?
