“Then we find him first.”
Brewer nods. “Ryder’s working on that.”
“What if her parents were tipped off that the woman in that place isn’t their daughter?”
Brewer growls, “Miles Costello is heading for the White House, and this scandal could wreck his chances. He will do nothing to endanger his campaign; even though it’s his daughter we’re talking about. Gideon will have a file on Miles as thick as the bible I’m guessing, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Miles already knows.”
“Then we’ll make certain his campaign fails.”
“As good as done.”
Brewer laughs softly. “His road to the great house is strewn with potholes, and it will be a miracle if he doesn’t trip on one and knock himself out. Dragging his wife down with him.”
“So, she’s involved.”
“By all accounts, Nicole Costello is a bitch and the power behind the campaign. Word is, she also had a fling with Gideon before she arranged his relationship with her daughter. That woman is cold, calculating, and devious, so I wouldn’t be shocked if locking Aspen up wasn’t her idea in the first place.”
“Are they still seeing each other?”
“I wouldn’t put it past either of them.”
Brewer grins. “As it happens, we have a man tailing her, and if she meets Gideon, we will have a few incriminating photographs of our own to taunt them with.”
He chugs down the rest of his beer and tosses the empty can in the trash.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s good.”
“That’s all we care about.”
He stands, which is my cue to leave, and as I drop the empty beer into the trash, he slaps me on the back. “Good job, soldier. I’ll keep you informed.”
I say nothing, and as I head toward the bar, images of the downfall of three people entertain me as I walk.
CHAPTER 23
DELILAH
Seeing Imogen again is just what the doctor ordered. When we were lying beside one another on the stone altar, I really believed we would be walking hand in hand into heaven that night.
Now we are safe, and it means a lot.
Cassie is already here and as we enter the living room, she flings her arms around me and whispers, “Thank God you’re safe, Delilah.”
“Thank God we’re all safe.”
I smile shyly.
“Just so you know, Ineverwant to see that place again.”
Cassie nods. “We’re done with it, thank God.”
She pulls me beside her on the couch, and Imogen points to a tray of refreshments.
“Help yourself. I slid some vodka into the soda, so it may not be the bar, but it should have the same effect.”
She winks, and Cassie’s impudent grin makes me smile. Cassie was wild at Rockwell, mainly because of the company she was keeping, and I’m interested in the state of her relationship with Frankie Majerio.
