“Hey,” I said. I hadn’t talked to Mav much in the days since we’d left Seattle, but he’d been sending me regular reports about the patrols that he and two of my other men were doing on Seth’s property.
“We got them,” Mav said in response.
I leaned forward and Mace instantly went on alert. I checked for the receptionist, but we were still alone so I put the phone on speaker and turned the volume down so only Mace and I would hear Mav talking.
“Tell me,” I said quickly.
“We spotted her this morning-”
“Her?” I said in surprise.
“Yeah, it’s a woman. Jennings saw her on the path from that access road next to Seth’s house. She was trying to poison the dog again, Ronan. We found the meat on her.”
Fuck. Thank God we’d brought Bullet with us.
“Who is she?” Mace asked after I remained silent for too long. I’d been caught up thinking about the devastation Seth would have felt if he’d lost his dog.
“Some lawyer,” Mav said.
I stiffened at that. I only knew one female attorney in Seth’s life.
“Says her name is Tabitha Brighton.”
“What the fuck?” I snarled as I stood up.
“Ronan, she started saying a lot of shit when we questioned her. Like how she hadn’t been the one who hired the guy who mugged Seth and shooting Bullet was an accident. She keeps insisting that some guy made her do it…that they were just trying to scare Seth so he’d be too afraid to leave his house again like before. She was also armed with a small caliber handgun.”
Rage shot through me but Mace took the phone from me. “Did she say who the guy was?”
“She kept saying his name was Stan.”
“What?” I croaked as I lifted my eyes to meet Mace’s. I was moving a second later and shoved past the receptionist who came around the corner.
“Sir, you can’t go back there.”
I ran to the conference room and threw the door open, but my stomach fell when I saw it was empty.
“Sir-”
I grabbed the receptionist and barely managed not to shake her the way I wanted to. “Where the fuck are they?” I snarled.
The startled woman’s eyes glazed over with fear and Mace stepped between us, forcing me to release her. His voice was firm, but he didn’t put his hands on the woman.
“The two men that were in there” – he pointed to the conference room – “where are they?”
“Um…they went to lunch, I think.”
“Lunch?” Mace repeated.
“Yeah. I went in there to ask Mr. Sadorsky if he wanted me to order him and Mr. Nichols something and he told me no.”
“Mr. Nichols, did he look hurt or upset?”
“No,” she stammered. “But I only saw him for a second because I spoke to Mr. Sadorsky at the door, not in the room.”
My skin felt like it was crawling as I grabbed my phone from Mace’s hand. I dialed Seth’s number but there was no answer. I hit another speed dial and tried not to scream out my frustration as it rang three times before a woman’s voice finally answered.
“Daisy, get me a GPS location on Seth Nichols’s phone right now.”
