“Just now?That’s who you were talking to?”
“I called Dad and Mari.I had to make sure they were safe.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My phone rang while you were on the phone with Dean.It was Mari’s phone number, but Dominic spoke.I couldn’t wrap my head around why they were together or how he had Mari’s phone.But they’re safe.She has her phone.”
“He spoofed her phone number.”
She nodded.That made sense.“I get that now.But when it was his voice…” The bile that had coated the back of her throat was just now going away.“I freaked.”
“Why did he call?”
“He knows about the attorney meeting.”
Callum frowned.“You’re sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“Those plans were made under lock and key.”
“I promise you.He knows, and he doesn’t want me to say anything.”
Callum scrubbed a hand into his hair.“How the hell does he know?”
“Not only does he know about the meeting, he knows what it’s about.”
He paced between the bed and the window.The lines on his forehead deepened, then he shook his head, like her, not understanding how this was possible.“Then what’s it about?”
Defeated, exhausted, she shrugged.“He didn’t say.”
“Then he doesn’t know.”He continued to pace.“Tell me his exact words.”
“He didn’t specify a meeting with the attorneys.He called them ‘our friends’ and said that I should behave like we’re still married.He was…” She rolled the bracelet beads between her fingers, wishing that black tourmaline would protect her from Dominic’s energy-sucking venom.“Amused.He acted as if I’d been off on an adventure and would eventually go home to him.”
Fury ticked in Callum’s jaw.“How does he know about any of this?”
“How?I keep telling everyone how.He uses money and resources to get what he wants.He’s tapping into your network.Or the attorney general’s office.Just like he did with the witness protection people.”
Callum ran a hand over his face.“I have to talk to Viv—”
“Wait.Don’t you understand?Dominic knows who we’re meeting with.You can’t call your office.”
He cut her a sharp look.“The leak’s not my people.”
Grace folded her arms across her chest, almost scared to say aloud what had to be true.“Someone’s working with him.”
Callum inched closer, ready to argue his point, but his rebuttal died, and his pupils became pinpricks of sudden apprehension.
“The attorneys.The DOJ.Your people.We only have a few options to choose from.”One of their resources had failed them.“Dominic told me to sit down.”She scanned the bedroom.“Can he see me?”
“No.I tore this room apart.No cameras.”Callum rubbed his forehead, thinking over what she had shared.After a long moment, he looked over.“Did he know about me?”
She thought it over.“No.He would have had lots to say if he could have seen in this bedroom.”
“Come on.”
“Where?”
