“I’m Miller Bernstein, your father’s attorney. We’ve met at the house a few times.”
“Yes, I remember.” Distinguished older man with silver hair, always impeccably dressed.
“Your father asked me to call you. Fill you in on what’s been happening.”
Her hand tightened around the phone. “I know what’s been happening, Mr. Bernstein. I saw news of the arrest on TV.”
“I wanted to let you know your father is out on bail. He’d like to see you, explain a few things.”
She almost hung up the phone. She didn’t want to see her father. He was a criminal who had lied to her all of her life. He was the reason she was in danger—or at least Chase believed he was to blame.
She looked up as a faint knock sounded, watched the door swing open and Chase walk into the room.
“I’ll have to call you back,” she said, ending the call without waiting for his reply. She looked up at Chase. “That was Miller Bernstein, my father’s attorney. My father wants to see me.”
Something shifted in Chase’s features. “That’s good. We need to talk to him, find out what’s going on. That’s the only way we’re going to make this end.”
“You really think he knows?”
“Yeah, I do. Call Bernstein back and put the phone on speaker.”
She nodded, pulled up the number in the recent calls, and the attorney picked up right away. Harper pushed the speaker button. “When can we meet?” she asked.
Bernstein must have heard the echo on the other end of the line. “Who’s listening to this call?”
“Chase Garrett,” she said. “If we meet, he’ll be coming with me.”
Bernstein said something to someone in the background, then came back on the line. “Your father will see you tomorrow morning at the house.”
She looked at Chase, her stomach knotting as she thought of the bug in the study.
His eyes remained on her face. “Not the house,” Chase said to Bernstein. “Tell Winston she’ll meet him at your office. Tell him his daughter’s life is in danger, and we need his help.”
Silence fell. She could hear the attorney talking to whoever was in the room. “Tomorrow morning,” Bernstein said. “My office. Ten o’clock.”
“We’ll be there,” Chase said and ended the call.
Harper looked up at him, into the handsome face that had turned stone cold. “Why did you do that? You could have met him in his study. Everything he said would have been recorded.”
Chase reached out and gently cupped her cheek. “You’ve done enough, Harper. I know how hard this has been for you. Whatever happens now is in the hands of the justice system.”
Her eyes welled. Whatever Knox Winston had done, she didn’t want to make things worse. “Thank you.”
“Let’s just hope your father knows something that will help us.”
But Harper wasn’t sure that even if her father knew who was behind the attacks, he would be willing to tell them.
Eduardo Ramos prowled his elegant suite on the fifth floor of the luxurious Four Seasons Las Colinas on the outskirts of Dallas. Beyond the paned windows in the French doors leading onto the balcony, the lush green grasses of two eighteen-hole golf courses surrounded him.
Eduardo refused to stay in less than five-star luxury when he traveled, and the hotel was the closest suitable accommodation to the Love Field Airport, where the private jet he had chartered would be waiting to fly him and his reluctant traveling companion back home.
In the meantime, he had work to do. Eduardo checked the time on his cell phone. His lieutenant, Roberto Chavez, should be arriving any moment. Chavez had been sent to Dallas to bring the girl back to Colombia, where she would do Luis Montoya’s bidding for as long as it pleased him.
Unfortunately, Chavez had failed. Which meant in his boss’s eyes Eduardo had also failed. It was a problem that needed to be resolved, and quickly.
A soft knock sounded at the door. Eduardo walked over and pulled it open, allowing Chavez to walk into the beautifully furnished living room of the suite. Overstuffed cream sofas were arranged in front of a manteled hearth, and brass lamps perched on walnut end tables.
Eduardo didn’t bother to offer Chavez a handshake or invite the man to sit down. “What have you done to resolve the situation you have managed to embroil us in?” he asked.
