I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.
Love you x
Thirty minutes is optimistic, but I’ll do my best.
I’m typing a reply when Killian’s name flashes up on my screen.
Chapter Forty-Six
ZARA
Ugh!
He hasn’t spoken to me since he found out I’m with Cole.
What the hell does he want now?
I’m not in the mood for one of his lectures.
I cancel the call and resume typing my message to Cole.
Immediately, it rings again.
Killian.
I freeze. A ripple of unease shudders down my spine. Instinctively, I place a protective hand over my bump.
Beckett code—if we call twice, it’s an emergency.
But before I can answer it, a figure catches my attention from the corner of my eye.
A man stalks towards my office. He’s wearing overalls and a baseball cap, carrying a small box of what must be tools.
Must be the tech guy, but he has no business being up here.
My eyes narrow, taking him in as he continues to approach. He looks oddly familiar.
Where have I seen him before?
It hits me then like a train.
He looks exactly like the homeless guy with the dog.
He couldn’t be though, could he?
That’s crazy.
Maybe they’re related?
I’ll ask Louise at reception. She’ll have validated his credentials before she clocked out for the evening.
My phone vibrates in my hand again, but I don’t even glance at it. I can’t tear my eyes from the tech guy striding into my office with the weird, cruel grin lifting his thin lips. I try to scream for Tate, but words won’t come.
Who the fuck does this guy think he is?
‘Hello Zara.’ The stranger steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a menacing click. He strides towards my desk and places the slim toolbox down, then he dusts his hands together with slow satisfaction—like he’s just finished a dirty job.
‘Your bodyguard is a big bastard,’ he says casually. ‘Not the sharpest tool in the box though.’ He pops open his own tool box then glances up towards the third floor, where I sent Tate to look for a fucking fan.
