Someone at the top of their company was involved.
She’d gone to Gio with the information.
Not only was he a senior partner, but she trusted him. She’d thought he’d know what to do.
He’d listened, appearing surprised.
You’re right to bring this to me. But we can’t say anything yet. Not until we know who we can trust. Let me handle it.
His words had made sense. They didn’t want to jump the gun, as the saying went.
She’d walked home that night feeling relieved.
Then the man in the alley had appeared.
That hadn’t been a random attack, had it?
She’d been targeted for a reason.
She’d been targeted by Gio—because he was the one behind the fraud.
She looked at him now across the room and felt something she hadn’t expected.
Not fear. Not even anger.
Clarity.
She leveled her gaze with his. “I know what you did.”
Something moved across Gio’s face before disappearing. “Naomi, you’ve been through a terrible ordeal today. You’ve hit your head—again. Whatever you think you?—”
“I remembereverything.” She stared him in the eye. “The transfers. The shell accounts. I remember going to you with the information.” She took one step toward him. “You hired that man to attack me and ensure I stayed quiet. He was supposed to kill me so I wouldn’t talk, so your crimes would remain hidden.”
His gentle expression faltered. “That’s not . . . you can’t possibly think I had anything to do with?—”
“Stop denying it, Gio. I know the truth. I know what you did.”
Gio looked at Micah, then back at her.
His expression shifted again. The warmth disappeared, leaving something colder and more calculated. “You’re out of your mind.”
“My guess is that you started hearing rumblings about what was happening with the firm in DC—Marrs and Associates. You started to get nervous. That’s when you started texting me again. Then I told you I was having some memories. Then you really got nervous. You had to come here to see what I remembered. You’re terrified of being caught and spending the rest of your life in prison.”
Everything suddenly made total sense.
He raised his chin. “You can’t prove any of that.”
“We’ll see about that,” Micah said from beside her.
Panic raced through Gio’s gaze.
“I helped you today.” Gio’s voice sharpened, his composure cracking at the edges. “I followed that SUV. I called you with the address. I found the baby.” He looked at Naomi. “I did that. That has to count forsomething.”
“It does count,” Naomi murmured. “And I’m glad you did it. But it doesn’t change what happened in New York.”
“You have no evidence?—”
“We’ll find it.” Micah stepped forward and grabbed his handcuffs from his belt.
