Just what was he doing?
As soon as Dash exited the woods, he brushed the leaves from his suit and hair. Before he started the engine, he reviewed the images he’d captured through the small window on the back of the camera. It was hard to see everything given the size, but there were a couple that were clear who it was.
Near the end, he reached the ones of Emerson Walker. His twitchy finger had caught a couple of the alpha midstride. Dash lingered over the screen longer than he should’ve… before he pressed the menu button to get rid of them.
For some reason, he couldn’t delete them.
Dash laid the camera on the seat beside him and turned on the engine. After driving down from the hills above, he pulled into the crime scene again. Harrison wasn’t going to be happy to see him again, but the information he had might be welcome.
After grabbing the camera, he climbed out of his car. Approaching, his gaze locked on Emerson, who stared just as intently.
He realized then that he’d left his dark shades inside the car. There would be no hiding his rambling gaze.
“What are you doing here?” Harrison snapped.
“Iwasleaving… but as I left, I saw a glint of something in the woods off to the right there.” He turned, pointing to the hill he’d just left. No point telling the guy he’d planned on spying andthat’swhy he’d been up there. “My gut told me to stop and check it out. I pulled over and searched the area. There was a small, blond man with binoculars, watching you two work. I returned to my car and grabbed my camera to get photos. He left a few moments ago… and I followed him to a small red sports car. Got the plates. I thought he might be a subject of interest.” He handed the camera over.
And immediately regretted it.
What if they saw the photos he’d accidentally taken of Emerson? Dash crossed his arms over his chest and considered snatching the camera back.
Harrison searched through the images before rolling his eyes. “Charles.”
“Charles Macklin isn’t one to be trifled with,” Dash said. “He’s got a long list of criminal activity.”
Harrison’s gaze flipped up. “His record is clean.”
“His crimes don’t make it to his record,” Dash said. “While most were petty enough, with enough money, anything can disappear.”
Harrison stared at Dash for two seconds before continuing the search through the photos. At the end, Harrison’s gaze leapt to his and a question shone in his eyes.
Dash prayed the man didn’t ask it.
Why are you taking photos of my brother?
“What do you know of his past?” Harrison asked instead.
Dash sighed with relief. “While I can’t share information of past clients, what I can say is I’ve worked protection detail for people scared he’d retaliate against them. Not once or twice, either. Several clients. The man’s a menace.”
“Any way you could reach out to these past clients and get them to talk to us?” Emerson asked.
Dash’s naked gaze finally met Emerson’s, up close and personal. A thrill raced through Dash’s body. There was something familiar in it. Something unspoken that made it hard to look away—but he forced himself to. He pinned his gaze on Harrison. It was safer. “I could ask. I can’t guarantee anyone would step forward. The Macklins have a lot of pull in the province. People are scared of retribution.”
“But you’re not scared?” Harrison asked.
“Could the Macklins make my life hell? Yeah. They pull a lot of strings, but I’ve seen the damage that family has caused over the years and… and if I can help stop Charles from hurting more people, well, I’d say it’s my civic duty to help you.”
Harrison looked down at the camera again. “You can send these to me?”
“Of course. I just need your email address. As soon as I get back to the office, I’ll shoot you copies.”Minus the ones of your brother.
“Thanks.” Harrison pulled out a business card and handed it over.
“I didn’t catch your name,” Harrison said.
He’d handed over his card earlier. Some investigator Harrison was if he’d already forgotten it.
“Dashiell Keller.” His gaze flicked to Emerson again, briefly. It was too dangerous to linger. “My friends call me Dash.”
