“Not a problem.” Agent Dawson rises to his feet with me and shakes my hand. “We’ll get out of your hair. Thank you, Ms. Foster, for your help.”
“Of course,” Savannah returns diffidently at my side.
After Savannah ended the call with her lawyer, Rio Flores, we came back to the penthouse. Savannah took a shower alone, much to my dismay. Then Rio and his friend, Special Agent Asher Dawson, came over. The conversation went smoothly as Savannah explained everything to Rio and Asher. She sat on one end of the couch with Luke and me on either side of her. Hunter took a seat, strategically placing himself between the two other men and us.
Asher gives her an encouraging smile. “If I have any more questions, I’ll give you a call.”
Rio steps up next to Asher and clears his throat.
Asher rolls his eyes. “What? I’m not going to callyou. We live under the same roof.”
“You may submit any requests for a meeting via email.” Rio straightens his tie, picks up his briefcase from the floor, and walks toward the elevator.
Asher glares at the back of Rio’s head. “I’m telling Spencer you said that.”
“She’ll back me up,” Rio says over his shoulder.
Sighing, Asher rubs his eyes with his thumb and index finger. Dropping his hand, he says to Savannah, “Reach out if you need anything.”
Savannah nods. “Thank you. I will.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Hunter offers and gestures the way Rio went. Asher nods, and they leave the living room together.
“I’ll help,” I add.
Luke gives me a confused look, and I widen my eyes in return. When he still doesn’t get it, I tilt my head to the side, and understanding dawns on his face.
“Why don’t you go lie down?” Luke urges Savannah. She nods in agreement and heads to her room.
Savannah puts on a good face, but that conversation drained her. At the beginning, her back was ramrod straight. But slowly, she deflated, leaning into Luke’s side. She needs rest.
I tilt my head again, and Luke and I stalk toward the elevator. As we get there, the doors are closing on Asher and Rio bickering back and forth about the woman Spencer, whom they mentioned a few minutes ago.
Hunter turns around, taking notice of our serious expressions. “What’s going on?”
Luke rubs the back of his neck. “We found something in Savannah’s apartment when we were packing for her.”
Hunter raises a brow. “Finding a woman’s panties is inevitable when you go through her dresser. I don’t see how that’s something to note.”
Luke lets out an exasperated sigh. “There was more than underwear in her dresser.”
“Luke found a few pieces of jewelry—” I begin.
“A normal thing for a person to have,” Hunter interposes as he folds his arms across his chest.
I rub my eyes in frustration. “But it’s what was with the jewelry that’s alarming.”
“Okay,” Hunter says, unsure. “Show me. Cough it up.”
I turn my head to Luke, who stalks away and returns a moment later with the clear bags.
“You hid those in the damn kitchen? She could’ve found them.” I lightly smack Luke’s shoulder with the back of my hand.
Luke hits me back with a little more force than I used. “She wouldn’t have. I have hiding places all over the penthouse.” Then he holds out the bag to Hunter.
Snatching the items, Hunter examines the contents with a frown. He moves them around in the bag to get a good view at each note. His brows pinch. “Who is the Shepherd?”
“We haven’t the slightest idea.” Luke slips his fits into his pockets.
