But she wasn’t in the registry.
I scrolled slower this time, checking every face. Paralegals. Assistants. Executives. Contractors. No Jasmine with those eyes. No Jasmine with that skin tone.
Which meant one of two things.
She wasn’t officially on payroll.
Or they didn’t want her traceable.
My jaw tightened.
I pulled up Dahl’s profile instead. Smug smile. Expensive suit. Veneers so white they practically glowed. The kind of man who thought money made him untouchable.
She’d stepped out of his car.
That wasn’t coincidence.
I already knew she was close to the ring. The footage had proven that much. What I didn’t know was how deep she was in.
Best case scenario? She was leverage.
Worst case scenario? She was trapped.
Either way, she was my way in.
I clicked the phone screen off and slipped it back into my pocket. Then I switched my mask for a black bandana since people tended to talk to me more when I had the cloth instead of the full mask. I cranked up the engine of my bike, feeling the vibrations between my legs as I slowly eased myself out of the alleyway. The downtown area was so busy with bustling people trying to get somewhere that no one even took a second lookat the man with the black mask over his face. It played in my favor, because one look across the street showed me that there was a parking garage behind the building with arrows and signs pointing me toward the five-dollar-an-hour parking.
Five. Fucking. Dollars.
“Fuck that shit,” I growled as I turned out onto the road.
There was a McDonald’s right beside that fucking law firm.
I’d park there, for fuck’s sake.
And no one would be any the wiser.
You know, since most of the people around me had their faces stuck in their phones anyway.
Thank you, technology.
Fucking made my stealth work easier than usual.
4
JASMINE
“I swear, I’m just a high-paid secretary,” I mumbled as I shuffled papers around at my desk. “Guess being a paralegal looks a lot different nowadays.”
I got the files arranged in order by date, just how my boss liked them. My desktop dinged with another email, and I quickly switched tactics. There was always so much to do.
Too much to do.
I swear, my boss had to hire a secretary.
“That’s why he hired you,” I said as I tilted my head side to side with a wrinkle in my brow, “Miss Paralegal Wannabe.”
I slammed one of the drawers of my desk closed a little too hard and gasped. I whipped my head up, looking around in every direction before I sighed softly. Good. No one saw that.
