“You’re still in Maine,yeah?”
“Elizabeth and I came home this afternoon.” Another quick scan of his email gave him the only update he truly cared about. “Fuck me. The U.S. Attorney found the bank account opened in Elizabeth’s name. Six million andchange.”
Nicholas whistled. “But nothing on thehitman?”
“No. I don’t know what I’m going to do, Nicholas. She wants to find a job, get back to her life.” Though the two brothers hadn’t always been close, and Alexander made a point not to discuss financial matters with Nicholas, at his lowest, he still turned to his older brother. Even though most of the time Alexander felt like the responsibleone.
“Let her.” Nicholas called Alexander’s name to stop the tirade of curses and protests. “She’s not a bird in a gilded cage. From what I’ve seen of her, she’s got a backbone—and a hell of a brain. Get her a driver, a bodyguard, hell, find a safe apartment building, buy the damn thing, and outfit it with the best security system you can find for her. Or just ask Elizabeth to move in with you. But you can’t keep her cosseted behind closed doors just because someone once wanted her dead. If the tosser who tried to kill her was a hired professional, which seems bloody likely, he probably knows by now that he’s not getting paid, and he’ll leave her alone. If not, that’s what the security’sfor.”
Grimacing, Alexander pushed to his feet. He needed a hot shower, a meal, and Elizabeth in his arms. “You’re right. She’s too bright a jewel to keep hidden away from the world. I should go talk to her. You’ll be at the board meetingtomorrow?”
“Yeah. If I don’t drown in these reports first.” With a dry laugh, Nicholas hungup.
