I lean forward, rest my forehead against hers.
“I have a meeting with Loony Laura in the morning anyways. I can’t be locked up in your penthouse for the next month while you tear the city apart.”
I lean in and kiss the rise of her breast. “Scream if you need me.” I leave out the front door.
Hopefully, the guy is watching.
I look around.
I don’t see anyone, but that doesn’t mean he’s not out there.
“I’m going to fucking find you. Then I’m going to kill you.”
Fidget sighs next to me.
“Some guard dog you are. I’m not buying you any more hamburgers if you can’t keep an eye on things.”
I wait around a few streets over for Crawford to show up.
“I swear, for someone who has enough money to solve world hunger, you sure do have a lot of personal problems.”
“Just find him.”
“I will. But you need to go home. He needs to see you leave. He might even be tailing you or could have a tracker on that car.”
“I’ll go buy a new one.”
Fitz:Any news?
Fitz:What about now?
Fitz:Crawford, are you ignoring me?
Faulkner:Crawford says that I can burn down your house if you don’t stop texting him.
I pacein my penthouse until sunrise.
Crawford wants Winnie to be near the windows in case it entices the stalker out into the open.
And he doesn’t want me there in case the creep has a telescope and is watching her text messages.
And yes, I do appreciate the irony of the situation.
But I’m rich and hot, and Winnie likes me.
Both the billionaire and the alter ego.
It’s late morning,and Winnie’s at the café.
I take a motorcycle to her neighborhood.
Crawford sighs. “I told you not to—”
“No one saw me. I went to McCarthy’s and stole his bike. I came here from a complete opposite direction.” I take off the helmet. “Did we get anything?”
“Not yet.” He waits a beat. “And if you’re going to ask me every five minutes, I’m going to shootyou.”
Faulkner,who’s been bribed to take Fidget, is texting me photos of her in Salinger’s office at his desk, eating his lunch that Mandy made him then being chased out of his office.
