Which means she’s probably been hurt…
Rory’s lip curls. “Did anyone see the man’s face?”
James sighs. “No. All the witnesses we interviewed said he was covered head-to-toe. We couldn’t even get a skin color.”
Kingston looks to the three of us. “Where were you three when this was happening?”
I turn a piercing glare at him as I attempt to hold my emotions in check. “Are you accusing us of something?”
Kingston shakes his head. “I have to establish your whereabouts for the record.”
Hunter’s mouth pinches. “I was upstairs in the penthouse with my chief security officer.”
“We were at our office building, RHL.” The muscles in Rory’s neck strain.
Kingston nods, closing his notebook and stowing it in his coat. “Thank you for your time. If we have any more questions, we’ll reach out. Here’s my card.” He hands Hunter a small card.
“Thank you, Detective.”
As soon as they’re out of earshot, Hunter lowers his voice. “Upstairs.”
We hurry off, following Hunter into the building and up to the penthouse. We quickly change our clothes, and in the kitchen, we pull up security camera footage and watch everything from Giselle bribing the doorman to let her up the elevator to Savannah being accosted outside.
My eyes just about pop out of my head. “Giselle was here?”
Rory groans, irritated. “What did that bitch want?”
Hunter sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “She was in my shower when Savannah got home and was spewing her poison like she always does when I got here.”
Rory crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at the screen. “I’ve never hit a woman, but I’d be more than fine making her the first.”
Hunter tilts his head side to side, stretching his tense muscles. “Savannah called me, and I heard what Giselle was saying. All of it was lies, of course.” Hunter punches the counter. “I texted Calder, and he met me here.”
“Did he get rid of Giselle?” I question.
Hunter dips his head. “Yeah, but before I could talk to Savannah, she ran out. I chased her down, but I was too late.”
“She was wearing her shoes when she left, right?” I ask. Rory and Hunter look at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I ignore them and whip open my laptop, pulling up the app I created. “I got her.”
As soon as I say the words, Hunter rushes into the living room, returning with guns and ammunition and passing them to Rory and I.
Rory leans over my shoulder. “What are you talking about?”
“I put a tracker in Savannah’s shoes. I wasn’t sure how well the range on them would work, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
Hunter shoves my shoulder playfully. “How did you know what pair of shoes to put them in?”
“I didn’t,” I admit, “I put trackers in all of them.”
Hunter’s mouth twists. “I would say that’s a bit much, but…”
Rory rocks back and forth on his feet. “Are we handing any of this over to the NYPD?”
My head swings in his direction. “Do you want to?”
Rory scoffs. “No. I’m just making sure we’re all on the same page.”
We all make eye contact, coming to the same conclusion.
