“You what?” Keira asked, looking shocked.
“I was . . . upset. He came running after me because I left my handbag in the library and asked me if he could interview me. I said no, but he gave me his card.”
“Fuck,” North said. “Maybe he put a tracker in her handbag that I missed.” Getting up, he left the room.
“His credentials are fake,” Miles said. “I’ve been looking into him and nothing looks legit.”
God. She should have asked Miles to look into him in the first place. It made her feel ill to think that this guy had been lying.
“It looks like he stole his identity,” Miles said. “Because Richard Drews died ten years ago in Costa Rica.”
“So it’s looking more likely that he’s the one doing this,” Zander said. “We’ll investigate that address he gave you and see if there is anyone there and if so, what they know.”
“It might not be Richard,” Angie said weakly. “Why would he care about me?”
“Who knows?” Honey said. “Maybe he was just taken in by your beauty and charm. Happens to me all the time.”
Well, she could believe that because Honey was utterly gorgeous.
“What if he kills someone else?” she asked, feeling ill. “One of you? Someone I care about?”
“I’ll get everyone locked down and aware,” Jared said. “No one is allowed to come to the house, and the guards are all fully armed and capable of protecting themselves.”
“You know everyone here is safe and can take care of themselves. And we’ve got Keira and Miles locked down,” Zander told them.
She nodded, shuddering. She hated the idea of anyone else getting hurt because this guy was . . . was obsessed with her? Angry at her?
“Why would he murder people? I just don’t understand.”
“Possibly he was angry that you left,” Miles said. “He likely doesn’t know that it was under, um, duress.”
“I can’t find anything,” North said, coming back into the room. “I thought you could look in your handbag and you might see something.” He drew everything out of her handbag, placing it all on the coffee table. There was so much stuff that she winced.
“Dude, you’ve got everything in there but the kitchen sink,” Honey said as North showed them each item that he brought out.
She ran her gaze over them all. A tin of mints, pens, lipsticks, and pieces of gum. There were hair ties and a small hairbrush. Wait.
“I don’t think I remember this pen,” she said, reaching for it.
North grasped hold of her hand before she could touch it. He picked it up and moved away to Jared’s desk with it.
Could that be how he found her?
“Fuck,” North said after pulling the pen apart. “There’s a tracker in the pen. I should have never brought her handbag with me.”
“You couldn’t have known,” Jared told him.
Yeah, it would be kind of hard to predict that some mad man was going to follow her here and kill people because he was . . . mad at her? Wanted her?
She wasn’t sure.
“What do we do?” she asked.
“North, leave the tracker in one piece,” Jared said. “We don’t want this guy knowing that we’re onto him.”
“Imagine if that person hadn’t warned you from getting on the bus,” Keira said with a shudder. “Who knows what might have happened had you gone to that interview. God, I feel ill thinking about what could have happened to you.”
Yeah, so did she.
