“The meeting,” I whispered softly. Ghost didn’t say anything as my eyes focused back on him, and my voice grew in strength. “I was supposed to be heading to a meeting at the firm when I was taken.”
He just slowly nodded his head.
I searched his intensive green eyes. “You don’t seem shocked.”
He just shook his head.
I quirked an eyebrow. All right, I’d bite. “What kind of circumstantial proof do you have?”
He scooted to the edge of his chair before taking both of his hands and holding just my one.
Like he was scared I’d take flight, and he’d never see me again.
“Do you know why your law firm would buy up small businesses here in Redd Valley?”
I furrowed my brow deeply. “What?”
“We have financial records that state that they’re using a shell company that traces right back to them. They’re buying up businesses around ours in Redd Valley.”
I blinked. “What does that have to do with what’s happening now?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” he said as he finally moved from the chair and perched on the edge of the bed I was lying in. “We also have a video of a vehicle that chased a woman to our doorstep, screaming and begging for her life.”
My eyes widened. “You what?”
Ghost just nodded. “When she was chased onto our doorstep a few days ago, I took off after the vehicle. And even on my bike, which is modded out, I couldn’t catch up to that vehicle.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it was apparently important. “Okay…?”
He read me like a book. “My bike isn’t street legal. I can push it to close to a buck-ninety, if I need to. And I couldn’t catch up.”
My eyes widened.
Ah.
All right, very important.
“So, I took out my phone and took some video. Gave it to our tech specialist, Ranger. And guess what we found?”
I swallowed hard. “What?”
“Your firm’s logo is on that vehicle.”
I felt my face blanche.
“Your firm’s logo was also on the side of the vehicle that I found to be stalking you.”
The world around me muffled. Even my own voice sounded muffled as I spoke. “You’re lying.”
“I can show you.”
I spoke before my rational mind had time to think. “Let me see.”
“Ranger!” he bellowed. “Get in here with your laptop! She wants to see!”
I flinched at the way he yelled, but I jolted when his door whipped open. There stood a man with long hair, a beard, and a bright smile, balancing a laptop in his grizzled hands. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His forearms were so hairy. I mean, Bigfoot hairy, you know what I mean? Like, ‘he’s probably got hair on his back’ kind of hairy.
I watched as the man walked over and settled a laptop onto my lap. “Just press the space bar when you’re ready.”
